While I was embroidering with that in mind, it became noon in no time. Breakfast had been brought to my room. Lunch was to be
However, the very next day, there was a sudden change. Early in the morning, the door of Tistye’s room was slammed open. Entering in a
Returning to the West Wing through Abel’s teleportation, Ally managed to change the drowsy Stila into her pajamas and carried her to the luxurious bed
“What is your opinion, Ally?” Maximilian turned his head to gaze at Ally. Stila, whom was able to obtain some illumination from Chris’ weak fire,