But they forgot something.
So when I opened my eyes to silk curtains, a golden chandelier, and a woman with tears in her eyes calling me "Your Highness," I had one thought:
Everyone expects the "Poor Little 7th Prince" to be the sacrifice.
This is a trap.
But they forgot something.
So when I opened my eyes to silk curtains, a golden chandelier, and a woman with tears in her eyes calling me "Your Highness," I had one thought:
Everyone expects the "Poor Little 7th Prince" to be the sacrifice.
This is a trap.