Le roi doit contrer une menace en donnant la main de sa fille à un héritier. Mais les héritiers sont tués. Il ne reste plus que les héritières.

Shaped lips, a narrow waist, long braids, brown eyes. That was the woman. The woman who snuck into my thoughts and never left. The scent of sandalwood burned into my lungs. My head is laying on her breast. I can't feel her fingertips caressing my cheeks anymore. She's leaving me. Why is she doing that to me? ... • gxg • possible smut • Loreen x fem reader