MY OBSESSIVE WOLF QUEEN
as she offered a hand. Arryn frowned, shaking her head
Faye smiled, yet draw her hand away. She paid her a glance, noticing how the girl in front of her is perfect for her brothel if not for her hairline birthmark and wounded forehead.
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