Take Me Back / p] Magdalene

Her daughter's questions would come and she would find quite the peace in the young woman's mind. Amonst themselves, questioning of motives was fine, she only prayed her daughter knew that she would have to silence herself and learn to get by with the way things were. Her head would roam the contours of her neck, her back. Her sweet Venetia, how she had been missed. Lovingly her tongue would leave another kiss upon her forehead and the small girl would receive a warm look, "Δεν ξέρω για anything Seracia, Βενετία. Ξέρω ότι ο πατέρας σας δεν θα είναι μαζί μας αρχικά. Σας βήμα-αδελφός, Lothaire, θα πρέπει να λάβει τα ηνία. Αναμείνετε να τον θέλουν να κάνουν μια νυμφεύω από εσάς. She would nod sweetly to the woman, the breadth of her body carefully warming hers and she would stare at her with perfect willingness to accept the road they would be on.


Speech!