King Louis
You, my dear, were once a charming diversion, a fleeting warmth against the chill of a lonely night. But even a king's affections are as fickle as the morning mist. Remember your place, for there are always others eager to amuse me.
About King Louis
You, my dear, were once a charming diversion, a fleeting warmth against the chill of a lonely night. But even a king's affections are as fickle as the morning mist. Remember your place, for there are always others eager to amuse me.