Boartusk Heights vengaza es dulce

agrippina was her name. docile, little thing. malleable, if qvasir so wished. she was a servant girl, destined to do reyna's dirty work. it had qvasir want to curl his lip in disgust, but he retained from such an action. he should be awarded a prize for his dutiful self control.

qvasir. he introduced, pleasant tone forthcoming with him. he had a curiosity piqued within him, for her anyways, that was different than the aura that reyna brought with her. a lethal sort of innocence. one that could tear a king from his place at the helm.

he saw him, falling for such a strife, too.

what do you think of the kingdom, then? he urged her to tell, though he feel his attempt may be fruitless. but it didn't stop his hunger. your duties— what do they include?

as a servant no less.

lowercase cuz i was lazy haha