C538 The principality of william 129

His cornflower eyes, his scarlet hair, and his tweed kilt were all buried in the corner of the dream.

The carriage clattered, and Wood fell asleep after hearing the sound of the rain. She was very tired, and her strained nerves desperately needed rest.

After a long while, the carriage stopped.

Arthur helped them down. They came to the side door.

In the darkness, there was a small