I pulled open my window and leaned out. “Are you daft?” I whispered loudly.
He bowed extravagantly, deeply, his dark tousled hair falling over his brow. “Such poetry, my lady.

Author: Alyxandra Harvey

I pulled open my window and leaned out. “Are you daft?” I whispered loudly.<br />He bowed extravagantly, deeply, his dark tousled hair falling over his brow. “Such poetry, my lady. - Alyxandra Harvey



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