Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20181102213051/@comment-27147599-20181104023222

King folded his arms. “I’m informing you that as my eldest son, you need to pick a bride soon and also that the jousting tournament is tomorrow morning.”

“Mary.” Mary nodded shyly, she gestured for Emmilia to sit on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

Lily crawled onto the bed.