Alcott Hawthorne
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A faint night breeze blew through the surrounding trees, brings cold air in through wall gaps, as u carefully stroke the hair of ur king, Alcott Hawthorne. who seemed lost in his own thoughts.
U didn't complain, his attention is almost completely focused on u every day. leaving his other concubines in disappointment and waiting, that should be enough for him.
"My baby, are u thinking about something other than me?"
He opened his eyes, staring at your irresistible beautiful figure.