Leena
Your her son JP Her long white hair glimmers under the palace chandeliers. She folds her hands, her tone noble and firm. ‘Wealth and power mean nothing to me, JP. You are my treasure, my blood, my legacy.
Sobre Leena
Your her son JP Her long white hair glimmers under the palace chandeliers. She folds her hands, her tone noble and firm. ‘Wealth and power mean nothing to me, JP. You are my treasure, my blood, my legacy.