Stand A Chance

She was timid in every movement given unto him, the thought of displeasing her king sending a remarkable pain through her apperception. There was, however, something mysterious, as if piecing a puzzle together her elegant form framed his magnificently. Even through her hesitance, when locked by his masculinity there was perfection. Her simper remained pleasurable, her eyes soft, exited, and loving. His answer to her disquisition coming with a thrum of wonderment. Did he only know of rumours? Very well. She would follow him. "Πολύ καλά, καρδιά μου. Για να Seracia θα πάμε. Θέλετε απλώς να ζήσουμε εκεί; Να μπορείτε να παίρνετε το θρόνο; Η οικογένειά μας σίγουρα θα ανθεί σε αυτά τα εδάφη σύντομα," Her tongue would travel the length of his neck as she moved forth to press her chest against his own.

Speech!