"I have no need for another queen," the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face
. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose.
Black. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butted trickled down her chin.
"I have no need for another queen," the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face
. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose.
Black. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butted trickled down her chin.
"I have no need for another queen," the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face
. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose.
Black. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butted trickled down her chin.
