Go
deep throat
a cactus
“To be clear,” Wessex begins in mild irritation, “I don’t believe you’re Mort’s daughter.” Her hand remains outstretched to guide the girl back. After all, nothing had been proven, nothing came out of her mouth other than ‘believe, because I say it is so.’ And the Queen is the kind of woman who needs something tangible to change her mind. This chick with an incense burner? It’s definitely odd, but it’s not gonna cut it.
“We’ve somehow managed without you for years. I imagine we’ll continue on just fine.” She denounces nothing and no one (see how that works, followers of the Old Gods?). Wessex just wants the girl back on the other side of the Greatwood and what was irritation now slides into weariness. At least there won’t be a fight.
“We’ve somehow managed without you for years. I imagine we’ll continue on just fine.” She denounces nothing and no one (see how that works, followers of the Old Gods?). Wessex just wants the girl back on the other side of the Greatwood and what was irritation now slides into weariness. At least there won’t be a fight.
