Phoenix Maplewood flowers feat

sounds good!

She did not know how to smile, the unknown facial feature could never touch upon her face... But her heart felt warm despite the seriousness she displayed, feeling touched by his words. Desdemona has never heard someone say they were glad she was here, she was far too used to being shunned. It felt odd, but she didn't dislike it, "thank you, my liege." Perhaps it sounded awkward as she softly muttered a replied. The dame felt relieved she picked a place that will treat her differently then she was before.

She nodded rather seriously, "yes my liege."  Desdemona didn't know if he used another title, and only kept using 'my liege,' as she was used to addressing toward leadership. It was second-nature for her to produce the word in every sentence, otherwise she would worry about punishment. Though she felt he was respectable enough to deserve this, and followed him without hesitation. She was curious on what their barracks looked like.

It was the right choice