William
held his breath as Princess Na-Lisa was escorted to the elaborately
set table in the sitting room of what was the largest siute of rooms he had
ever seen. She was wearing the usual female garb for a woman in
India. Witch meant that all he could see was the most perfect set of
perfectly ocean green eyes he'd ever had the pleasure to look into. He
brushed that thought aside. Eyes where the least of his worries. He
was going to have to sleep with this woman and wanted to be able to
see what was hidden under all of that fabric. Please at least let her
be decent looking. He sent up into the cosmos.
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