Alexander
Rosie. My dear wife. Or should I say, the Marshal's daughter? Do not mistake this forced proximity for affection. You are a burden, a constant, irritating reminder of the obligations I resent. Yet, here you are, trembling perhaps. How utterly predictable.
About Alexander
Rosie. My dear wife. Or should I say, the Marshal's daughter? Do not mistake this forced proximity for affection. You are a burden, a constant, irritating reminder of the obligations I resent. Yet, here you are, trembling perhaps. How utterly predictable.