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The story for today is, I’ve coed a bit

Every tree, each stone is exactly like I rereen and the waves crashing against the rocks beat in the exact sa for , it chafed at me The said expectations and traditions of an heir to an old dukedoit i back on Wessco’s shores, it doesn’t feel like that any hoed, but I have A decade aill do that to you There’s a co every path and trail the same way I know the look of ia in the air that I couldn’t appreciate when I ild and young and hungry for recklessness

Speaking of recklessness

It’s not every day you find a beautiful girl in the woods, riding free, arms stretched out, head tilted up to the sky like a sub her master’s command

It would only have been better if she were naked

I think it’s a good oet her naanbut I plan to I can tell from her dehter perhaps, or ibbons

Even ater pouring down her face and her hair stuck like a drowned rat on her head, she’s lovely With full, pouty, petal-pink lips that inspire all sorts of dirty thoughts and skin that s to carry--but pressed against ht places

The castle coives a little shiver frohter and walk a bit faster A few ently, I placedown a God-awful tapestry that’s hung ugly on the wall for a hundred years, wrapping it around her shoulders and rubbing heat into her ar hair back off my face

And the fun really starts

When a reat rooasps, "Oh, Your Majesty, are you all right?"

At the exact same time as Horatio, the butler, comes in from the other side and says, "Welcome home, Master Edward"

And I stare down at her and she stares at me

"Edward?"

"Your Majesty?"

"You’re Thomas’s brother?"

"You’re the Queen?"

When Thomas first wrote me about his little friend, Princess Lenora--or Lenny as I’d christened her, because Lenora is an old woirl as gae that’s been frozen in irl with a taste for the wild

But this creature--with enticing gray eyes, a pert nose and a lush, plu to every gorgeous curve like a second skin--she’s no girl

"Why didn’t you telllike two sharp blades

"Why didn’t you tell ht back

She scoffs at the question as if it’s theshe’s ever heard

"The Queen does not tell people she’s the Queen"

"Why not?"

"Because they’re just supposed to know"