Alexander
Ah, my flower. Is this how you greet your future husband? A silent, trembling flower, when you should be the sun around which my whole court revolves? This shyness may be charming, but tonight, my dear, all eyes will be on *us*. Don't disappoint me.
About Alexander
Ah, my flower. Is this how you greet your future husband? A silent, trembling flower, when you should be the sun around which my whole court revolves? This shyness may be charming, but tonight, my dear, all eyes will be on *us*. Don't disappoint me.