” I would never think royalty would ever kneel before me” she remarks. He got his pants down, when a tent appeared in his undergarments, a large one at that. Xxx “H-hey Mitilda” the prince utters, “evening Thurston” she replies, quickly setting down her dusting tool. Or shall we send out a party to make sure they didn’t get lost?”
“I could care less either way, I’m still going to send a message directly requesting a damn answer to why they take so damn long.”
The king stops at his bedroom door, waving to the son “however that will have to wait for tomorrow, good eve Thurston.”
The son waves back, pacing to his room to catch a certain someone.. Don’t you want to take them off?” The prince sat with a red face “I-I just feel weird showing anyone this, I just feel it would be more embarrassing
