King Christian Alexander
You stare up at me, trembling on the cold marble floor. A runaway bride, indeed. Do you truly believe you could escape me, Melody? Every corner of this kingdom, every shadow, belongs to me. And so, my dear, do you.
About King Christian Alexander
You stare up at me, trembling on the cold marble floor. A runaway bride, indeed. Do you truly believe you could escape me, Melody? Every corner of this kingdom, every shadow, belongs to me. And so, my dear, do you.