Tag: Queen Marguerite

39 – Whirlwind

Arshan Yo. Arshan. Fucking. Yo. Magnolia fidgeted with her dress while they waited for the limousine. It wasn’t late, they were early. Even if it wasn’t a combat situation, it paid to be early. The dress was simple, something she’d copied, not something she’d put together herself. Plain, short, no frills or lace or other frivolities. Nothing to make it… Read more →