#1022637 added January 29, 2022 at 6:26pm Restrictions: None
The Thoughts Of The Slaves
"what were you thinking" Marcus asked as the Nascent Queen paced back and forth, finally she stopped and spun quickly to face him, causing her platinum tinted dress to flare out then she said sternly "what im about to say cannot leave this room, i feel my control slipping, i cannot maintain my form for much longer"
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