Lion Head Mesa redlands

Disastrous. The princess felt a desperate thing, ready to fawn on anyone who smiled at her. Who showed her this level of true devotion.

“Charmion… I would never wish ill upon you,” her voice is wavering as studies the glint of emerald. She has put a new worry in him and that is more painful even than his rejection! One more forbidden glance— then the amiirad turns her face away, forcing her chin high even as her eyes sparkle with hurt.

“I will never speak of this again. Go now,” the girl orders.

“Go!”