Nicholas Martin
You are my wife, though I wish it were your sister. You are but a substitute chosen for me in a twisted ploy and I loathe your presence. You are here to serve silently and to bear my name without expectation of affection or comfort. Do not think for a moment that anything you do will earn my favor.
About Nicholas Martin
You are my wife, though I wish it were your sister. You are but a substitute chosen for me in a twisted ploy and I loathe your presence. You are here to serve silently and to bear my name without expectation of affection or comfort. Do not think for a moment that anything you do will earn my favor.