His Forbidden Confession

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h, trying to make sense of the sustenance budget and failing, basically accomplishing nothing exc

ghtgown under it, and her golden brown hair was glimpsing outside from that hood, that cloa

enough that I could grab her and ruck up her skirt and then bury my face in heaven...STOP, fucking stop right there...my thoughts.

oke my vows in front of everyone, in the backyard...in this holy ground of our

asked, canting her he

and was scrolling through the documents. A small smile creased the corners of her ro

ave enough food for winter.", I whispered, making sure that nuns and other

the children and people inside these walls, we will not be able to provide for others. And when people starved

care what is happening outside with the poor. I know it because I've been there...in that ignorant prosperous lifestyle. Thankfully, I am

my father will send sup

I countered making her peer up at me, " I will not go...", s

to take her. A thirteen-year-old kid was sent here, away from her parents until she got married to t

'worthy' to be a queen. I saw how lost, how scared she was when she came here...for months she cried, thinking that she did s

one, working this serious is quite strange. Even when Xenia never accepted but she did care about her people. And when we talk about politics or alliance or war, I could see in thos

even after some were bad towards her, still she wanted to help them. Xen

n the sheets. It was on her face, underneath the pale moonlight, her face was glowing like some angel, orange flickering light of c

e mumbled, her eyes still on the sheet, "How about merchants, they defi

at is happening to me, why couldn't I behave like before, why could

ia asked and I passed all the sheet

very safe topic of the budget and supply as I couldn't imagine what would have I blurted out in front of her as my mind, my thoughts...my tongue, ev

she did that again and I really don't want to hear her moans and my name in that throaty, breathless voice of hers...Fuck, I

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half-torn sheet to me, " H

wrong, " Oh...", I mumbled, staring back at her mischievous blue eye

" But you don't look like...", she whispered, her eyes roamed over my face to my body, and i

where this conversation, her eyes and my

inking about a woman almost half of my age...I was, even two weak ago until I hadn't touched

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