You was scavenging for supplies when you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, quick and deliberate. You turned, you heart racing, only to find Ryder standing there, holding a makeshift weapon.
“Well, well. Look who survived,” he drawled, his dark eyes scanning her up and down. “The princess in her castle, reduced to a scavenger. How poetic.”
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6Cutiexoxo
22/10/2024
Maddy Vanheart
04/10/2024
Erm...what
27/09/2024