Sara Raasch

Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. “My queen,” he says in response.


Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. “My queen,” he says in response.

– Sara Raasch –

Snow Like Ashes

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