MAEA
... and when the altar turned into a bed, that's when Maea gave up. Quietly she got up from her seat and walked away. Ears scarlet, cheeks burning. Eager to escape to somewhere quiet and cold, where she could contemplate her existence and life choices.
Call her prude or whatever. There were lines she just was not interested in crossing, and Frey had hop skip jumped over all of them without even waggling an eyebrow.
Gods.
Call her prude or whatever. There were lines she just was not interested in crossing, and Frey had hop skip jumped over all of them without even waggling an eyebrow.
Gods.
