22. The Duke in Love
Is the Duke in love innocent?
It's that time of year again when the scent of roses fills Swanton. As Swanton's social circle opens its curtains and the roses and bees of marriageable age enter the ballroom, the greatest interest of the swanky crowd is the arrival of the Duke and Duchess from Tisse to attend the social season.
The Duchess, a tragic heroine overshadowed by a secret lover, shocked the kingdom last winter when she was identified as a suspect in the Marchioness' murder case that shook the kingdom. However, thanks to the Duke's efforts to prove her innocence, she was reborn from a murder suspect to the Duke's beloved companion.
The rumor that the Duke of Tisse, who was famous for being as cold as the cold of the place where he was born, was captivated by the lady was not an exaggeration. The ball was held at the Rose Castle. The Duke's gaze as he looked at the Duchess, who could not dance, was burning hot, making one wonder, 'Was there really such a harsh winter in Tisse?'
A delighted smile spread across Mrs. Talbot's lips. Her eyes hurried as she read the next article. As a regular reader of 'The Red Veil' and a relative of the main character in the article, she found the content very exciting.
There are many testimonies of seeing the Duke and Duchess kissing on the moonlit terrace, but no one seems to blame the Duchess for not being able to dance, and the Duke, who stands by her side. With the Duke’s crime of causing the Duchess’s heartache through scandal forgiven, is it a new trend that the ball terrace has become a public place for hot-blooded young lovers to have sex?
“The Duke and Duchess have arrived.”
At the servant's words, Mrs. Talbot jumped up and went out to greet the couple. Of course, she made sure to hide the gossip she was reading.
“Chloe, come in. No, you are a Duchess now. Come in.”
Chloe greeted Mrs. Talbot, her eyes sparkling, trying hard to hide her embarrassment.
“I’m not used to it yet. Please be comfortable with me.”
“Although it is late, I sincerely congratulate you on your wedding, Your Excellency the Duke.”
“I heard you collect ornaments, so I brought you some gifts. They aren’t much, but I hope you like them.”
The tapestry the Duke brought was obviously the work of an artisan of exceptional skill.
“I will gladly accept the gift without hesitation.”
Chloe's aunt, Mrs. Talbot, couldn't hide her joy at seeing the wagon full of presents that Chloe had prepared. The Duke greeted Mrs. Talbot with no hesitation and got into the carriage without hesitation.
“She is an honest person.”
“She is not a bad person.”
“Yeah. Of all the people I’ve ever met, she seemed to be the most sincere in congratulating us on our marriage.”
Chloe smiled faintly from inside the carriage. When she came to Swanton last spring, she never thought this would happen to her.
“She felt sorry for our family. When my father failed in his investment, she almost cut ties with him. My aunt was convinced that someone was deliberately spreading false information, and my father didn’t believe her and lost a lot of money.”
Damien listened to her and then clicked his tongue weakly.
“Oh, like that.”
Chloe brightened the mood with a faint smile.
“It was Mrs. Talbot who actively tried to help Alice get married, although it didn’t go as planned.”
“How is your little sister doing now?”
The carriage shook slightly as it passed the unpaved road. Chloe blinked as she saw the man smiling at her.
“Why is that?”
“In a way, it’s thanks to her that I was able to marry you. It was thanks to her that I caused such a huge mess in the rose garden. I want to repay her.”
She had been reluctant to tell her father about Alice, but she felt that there was no need to hide it from her husband. Chloe opened her mouth cautiously, holding back a sigh.
“I want to meet that person too, but I can’t.”
“You don’t know where to stay yet?”
“I get letters with a postmark from Winsbury, but there’s no address.”
Damien tilted his head as he took her hand. His eyes, like a lake of unknown depth, stared straight at Chloe.
“If you want, I can look for it for you.”
“No. I want to meet Alice when she’s ready to meet our family.”
Chloe smiled faintly and shook her head. She knew that Damien was looking at her with an expression that said he couldn't understand her, but not everyone's thoughts were the same.
“I don’t want to destroy that child’s world by force. I don’t have the right to do that.”
Just then, the carriage arrived at its destination. The hall where the concert was being held was crowded with the carriages of nobles. Chloe got out of the carriage slowly, escorted by Damien, who had gotten out first.
Everyone's eyes were on the couple who were appearing at a formal event for the first time since the Rose Ball. Chloe tried not to be nervous, but she couldn't hide her trembling heart.
"For a moment."
"...Why?"
Chloe looked at Damien with questioning eyes, but he just stood there for a moment, staring at her with an inscrutable smile.
“Why is that?”
Damien finally held something out to her. Chloe carefully opened the box and took in the gorgeous locket necklace inside. The gold-plated jewelry, set with gorgeous diamonds, sapphires, and peridots, was a masterpiece that could be seen at first glance as if it had been painstakingly crafted by an artisan.
“I have to open it and take a look.”
Chloe's hand opened the long, oval locket. Inside, as expected, were his and her upper bodies in profile. They seemed to be looking at each other.
“Come here.”
Damien personally placed the locket necklace around her neck. The necklace, which hung over her dress, was gorgeous in itself. It was a completely different feeling from when she had to put on Tisse's jewels herself. Chloe’s heart pounded. When his hand lightly brushed the nape of her neck, Chloe’s white cheeks turned a peach color.
“Do you like it?”
Damien asked her, holding up the mirror on the carriage door.
“So... pretty.”
“You are more beautiful.”
Damien smiled and whispered to her. Chloe felt no longer afraid of the gazes of people. As long as she was by his side, no one would laugh at her. Chloe handed him her cane and walked slowly, arms folded.
***
The performance of the musician sponsored by Damien was sold out. The nobles appeared in their splendid attire and greeted each other warmly before the performance began. Chloe also felt a little excited as she greeted dozens of people. She was happy to be able to talk to many of them since she had already become familiar with them at the Rose Castle ball, and she was also excited at the prospect of hearing the performance of the famous musician who made the kingdom buzz.
“Your Excellency, this is your first time seeing Julian Wyatt perform. What if you are entranced by his diabolical talents?”
Chloe smiled faintly at Weiss, who familiarly spoke to her.
“I don’t worry about that because I think His Excellency will probably come looking for me if I take the wrong path to hell and tell me this isn’t the place.”
“Haha, this is why I like Madam.”
“Weiss, in that case, instead of saying I like you, you should say I respect you.”
Damien snickered as he pulled Chloe's waist towards him, who was crossing her arms.
“I didn’t misunderstand.”
The atmosphere of those gathered around the Duke and Duchess and having an intimate conversation changed when the Prince appeared on the stage.
“His Royal Highness Prince Johannes has arrived.”
The Prince had not been making much of an appearance at official functions recently. The apparent reason was that the King's illness had worsened again, but it was secretly rumored that the ominous rumors circulating in the gossip press had also played a significant role.
“It seems that the rumor that His Highness was completely possessed by a psychic is definitely false. He is so healthy and bright.”
“The history of those who slander the royal family is not long. Besides, His Majesty’s health is currently...”
“Shh. Keep your mouth shut.”
Chloe also became nervous at the sound of the nobles whispering softly. She also knew that the relationship between the royal family and the Duke of Tisse had changed since last year. She could now guess that the reason Damien's mother, Lady Tisse, who seemed to have no intention of doing anything, did not show up at Swanton was because she wanted to make it clear that she had no interest in the royal faction fight. She didn't know if that would help Damien or not.
After the war, Damien's status within the kingdom gradually increased, which was, in a way, expected. His father died fighting for his country, and his son, who fought alongside him, led the war to an end as a war hero. The soldier who had been loyal to Swanton for generations returned as a noble and even seized economic power.
Those who believed that the nobility did not work criticized him behind his back, emphasizing legitimacy, but the new powers that emerged in the changed world after the war defended Damien.
It was a royal family where descendants were precious. The King had only one son, Johannes, with the Queen, and if anything happened to Johannes, who was the natural successor, the next in line for the throne would be Priscilla and then Damian.
There was eventually a story that someone was arrested and charged with sedition after getting drunk and claiming that there was no reason why Damien, the Princess's son, should not become the King.
In addition to Damien's success in every business he undertook, the fact that he was married to a daughter of a lowly noble family in the southwestern part of the kingdom (who was also physically disabled) and was maintaining a 'hot' married life further increased the expectations placed on him. The reason was that he was expected to be more emotionally stable than the still single Johannes.
“Long time no see, cousin.”
Johannes approached Demien cheerfully and was the first to acknowledge him. Demien greeted him with skillful manners, and Chloe also greeted him politely, hiding her trembling heart.
“Congratulations on your belated wedding, Duchess.”
“The Royal Family was the first to send congratulations to Verdier. It is an honor that our family will never forget.”
The Prince opened his mouth and looked at Chloe.
“I should have known when Damien invited you to the party.”
“What do you mean, Your Highness?”
When Damien asked calmly, Johannes smiled at him.
“You lured the prey into the trap?”
“Isn’t it a little cruel to compare humans to prey?”
There was a hidden thorn in Damien's words as he smiled at him. Anyone who had ever encountered the 'Red Veil' could not help but know that Johannes enjoyed secret hunting. A murderous glint flashed in Johannes' eyes.
“Your personality has changed a lot since you got married, Damien. I didn’t know you would be such a respectful husband to your wife. Even when you were with the Marchioness Isabella, you weren’t like this.”
Chloe's face hardened a little at the unpleasant topic, but Damien remained calm.
“I’ve never seen myself married, so it’s only natural that I feel unfamiliar with the way I treat my wife.”
“Well, that’s true. I’m just saying that it was awkward. It was like my dear cousin died, and a stranger I’d never seen before showed up.”
Chloe could sense the thorn in Johannes’s words. The tension between the two was palpable even to a person who wasn’t quick-witted. What made Chloe even more nervous was that Damien didn’t seem to have much intention of stirring up this atmosphere.
“A lot of things change when you get married. Your Highness, since you are still single, it may be difficult for you to understand.”
“Are you jealous? I hope you will visit the palace often in the future and teach me the beauty of married life. It is not a good thing in the eyes of the world that the Duchess has never entered the palace.”
Chloe lowered her head, trying to control her trembling voice. Someone had a gut feeling that she needed to break this tense atmosphere.
“I apologize, Your Highness. I should have been the first to come to the palace to greet you, but I was worried that His Majesty the King and His Highness the Crown Prince would be busy, so I waited for you to call me first.”
As the Prince took a step towards her, Damien defensively blocked her path. Johannes smiled and held out his hand.
“Give the Duchess a chance to be treated properly.”
Chloe blinked and stepped forward towards Damien. The moment the Prince lightly kissed the back of Chloe's hand, sparks flew in Damien’s eyes.
“Damien.”
Damien glared at him without answering. The moment he saw Damien's eyes turn blue, Johannes twisted his lips and tested him again.
“I would like to become friends with the Duchess, so could you send her to the palace? I was just about to select a maid.”
Chloe's eyes widened slightly in confusion. It was certainly a family honor to become a maid of honor in the palace. However, it meant something different when a man of higher rank than her husband asked a married woman to be his maid. The palace was a place where absolute power could destroy the sanctity of marriage. Damien spoke coldly beside her, her face pale.
“Your Highness.”
“Haha. I was joking, Damien.”
Johannes came over and patted Damien on the shoulder, bursting out laughing.
“Surely I would do such a thing to you, my dear cousin and loyal subordinate.”
“What the hell have you been talking about, Johan?”
The Prince's attendant's facial expression changed in surprise at Damien's remark. Johannes was the same. The hand on Damien's shoulder trembled slightly. Damien took a step closer and closed the distance between them.
“You know I don’t like jokes that aren’t funny, right?”
Damien looked into his eyes and whispered softly.
“So you’d better shut up before I twist your neck.”
Johannes' face turned pale. Chloe was also completely frozen. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Damien.
“This is how you tell a joke, Your Highness.”
The bell rang to signal the start of the show. After bowing to the Prince, Damien wrapped his arms around Chloe's waist and whispered in her ear.
“I’m sorry to bore you. But the show will be fun. I promise.”
***
Contrary to expectations that she would not be able to concentrate, Chloe was completely absorbed in the stage. The moment the performer appeared and the music began, the atmosphere in the hall changed. The audience surrounding the candle-lit stage filled with excitement.
When Damien put his hand on her arm, Chloe's heart raced. Unlike Johannes, who was sitting in the VIP section, they were sitting in the front row, close to the stage. Damien had suggested that since it was her first time at a concert, she could feel the music from the closest position to the performer.
Now Damien's hand was caressing the back of her hand. She had taken off his gloves, so her hands were bare. Chloe couldn't move, just gasping for breath. Damien's face was still fixed on the stage, and so was hers.
As the violin melody built up its harmony in a strange way and ran quickly, the fans started to fan faster, and gasps could be heard here and there in the audience.
Chloe blinked with the aforementioned cheek. She tried to bring her hands to her knees, but in doing so, the thin gloves he was holding on her hands ended up completely ripping off.
The song boasting fantastic difficulty was approaching its climax. Before the performance ended, many women fainted. The organizers, who had already experienced the situation, quickly approached and moved them to a safe place.
The sound of her heart beating like a drum grew louder and louder. Damien’s bare hand grabbed hers. A small sigh escaped Chloe’s lips without her knowing it, as the heat from the hand she was holding and the melody grew faster and faster.
"Ha..."
Under the shadow of Chloe's fan, Damien danced his index finger across her palm, writing.
Me and,
Kissing
Just imagine.
Chloe closed her eyes as she felt the melody growing distant. She was out of breath, as if she had been running without even running. If a firework exploded in her chest, would this be the feeling?
When the performance ended, everyone stood up and cheered, and the audience applauded wildly. Looking at Damien smiling at her, Chloe realized that her heart had been completely blown, but she was no longer ashamed.
Her hands were extremely wet with the gloves off.
***
The carriage stopped for a moment in the suburbs outside the city. Damien crossed the dark road with ease. He quickly hid himself in the alley on the right, and soon he saw a long shadow with a black hat chasing him. Damien slowly took a deep breath as he watched the shadow reflected in the gas lamp.
After the shadow disappeared out of the alley, another person who had been hiding attacked Damien at the same time he appeared. Damien reflexively grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind him.
“Ugh!”
With a low groan, the sword the size of a forearm fell from the assassin's hand to the floor. Damien struck the assassin in the face with his fist, then grabbed the fallen man by the collar and asked.
“Did the royal family send you?”
The fallen man pulled out the jackknife that was attached to his ankle and swung it again, and Damien's coat was torn by the sharp blade. It was a deep blow that would have torn his flesh if he had been just a little bit later.
“Which one is it, His Majesty, Johannes, or someone trying to curry favor with them?”
Damien slammed the back of his head hard against the floor.
“If you tell the truth, I’ll kill you in peace.”
“You're not worried about the safety of the Duchess, who is left alone in the carriage... Heuk!”
The man stopped breathing before he could finish his words. Small drops of blood splattered on the side of Damien’s face. Damien tried to wipe the blood away with his hand, but stopped and took off his gloves. He wiped his face with his bare hand, then looked at the man who had already stopped breathing and muttered lowly.
“In the end, I ended up killing him comfortably.”
A whistle was blown somewhere. Damien got up and disappeared into the darkness. After running for a while through the forest, he came across a monastery in a deserted place. Behind the closed and quiet monastery, he saw Weiss approaching him quickly.
“What’s going on? I thought I heard a faint horn honking.”
“There’s an assassin.”
"Yes?"
Weiss looked at him with surprise.
“It must be the royal family, since the police officer came running straight at them.”
“Are you okay?”
Damien looked straight at Weiss and continued his orders in a quick tone.
“After printing the last article about Johannes tonight, organize all the materials. Now that the location of the Red Veil has been revealed, a search will begin soon. For the sake of your mother’s safety, do not leave behind even a single piece of evidence.”
The monastery sponsored by the Weiss family was also a secret space where the 'Red Veil' was made. Weiss nodded with a cautious expression.
“Yes, I understand. Your Excellency, do you plan to stay at Rose Castle for the time being?”
“No. I’m going back to Tisse Estate by train tonight.”
Weiss lowered his voice and spoke seriously.
“If you don’t have to go, how about staying in Swanton for a while and observing the situation? According to the news coming from the palace, it would not be strange for the King to pass away tonight.”
That's why Johannes's presence at today's performance was all the more significant. He clearly wanted to make it clear to all the nobles that he was alive and well by appearing in front of Demien, and that Demien still had to bow down to him.
“That won’t do.”
“Why?”
“There's a summer solstice festival coming up in Tisse.”
Weiss paused for a moment and then asked with a cautious expression.
“So?”
“The Duchess is supposed to pick the best strawberry there.”
“...Strawberries?”
Damien climbed onto the horse he had prepared, leaving Weiss behind with a look of sincerity. He then began to quickly move away into the darkness. Weiss, who had been blankly staring at his back, shook his head and hurried into the monastery. He had to finish the last issue of the Red Veil quickly.
Since the Duke was always a person who had plans, Weiss was sure that his visit to Tisse this time would have some purpose.
“Tisse! The train to Tisse is leaving soon!”
Chloe blinked and leaned her head out a little to look out the window. After the performance, Damien sent her away in his private carriage, saying that he had some urgent work to do. When she suddenly asked where he was going, he said with a serious face that he knew she didn't want to be away from him even for a moment, but he embarrassed her by saying that he was busy with construction work.
Embarrassed, she quickly closed the carriage door and came to the train station alone, but the problem was that Damien still hadn't shown up.
'Why... aren't you coming...?'
Now the train was about to depart. The stationmaster in the round blue hat opened the door to the compartment and came in and asked her.
“Has His Excellency arrived yet?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sure he was supposed to come on time...”
Chloe clutched her necklace with an embarrassed expression. The stationmaster with the splendid mustache cleared his throat for a moment and nodded, reassuring her.
“Oh, don’t worry, Duchess. I’ll try to delay the train’s departure as long as possible until the Duke arrives.”
***
When he arrived, the empty train station was quiet. Damien frowned as he watched the station building, covered in fog under the gas lights. As he walked slowly through the darkness, he saw a small woman left behind with five suitcases. His pace quickened.
"What are you doing?"
“I was waiting for you, Your Excellency. You are ten minutes late. You are late.”
Chloe checked the time with a face like a dorm teacher who had become accustomed to the routine. Damien frowned sharply as he looked at the empty station.
“You couldn’t wait even 10 minutes, so the station master left first?”
“Yes. That’s what I told you to do.”
“Why?”
Chloe continued speaking with an expression of surprise as he asked her what she didn't understand.
“There is no reason for all the other passengers taking the last train to be inconvenienced just because of one person.”
“You’re not so stupid as to not realize that that’s a privilege of the nobility, Chloe.”
Damien didn't hide his discomfort. Chloe cleared her throat and opened her mouth.
“I don’t think I would marry someone so stupid that they don’t realize that abusing their privilege and causing trouble to society is detrimental.”
“Would you still be able to say the word nuisance if you knew that the Tisse family was the one who donated the most money to Swanton’s public facilities?”
“Thanks to that, I was able to wait for you safely, Your Excellency.”
Damien then noticed the Swanton's security guard standing a few feet away. Their eyes met, the guard saluted, and when the Duke nodded, he seemed relieved and left.
“...I didn’t think you had such a helpless personality.”
As Damien continued to speak with his expression still unwavering, Chloe glanced at him and asked in a pointed tone.
“Are you scolding me now?”
“If you saw me really scolding someone, you wouldn’t be able to say something like that.”
Chloe kept her mouth shut, but Damien continued his sharp words.
“You shouldn’t have waited here for me alone. If you wanted the train to depart, you should have gone with it.”
“I’ll definitely do that next time. I’ll leave without looking back.”
Damien frowned slightly as he watched Chloe muttering to herself without looking him in the eye.
“Are you angry at me right now?”
"No."
Chloe denied it immediately, but her expression couldn't be hidden. Her pretty lips were stubbornly pressed together. Damien swallowed a sigh.
“Chloe, there are only a few things I can’t do, and one of them is comforting someone and the other is consoling someone.”
Besides, now was the time for him to be angry. He couldn't understand why she had acted out the foolish idea of waiting for her alone in the dark and gloomy history where she didn't know what would happen at any moment (even if there was a guard, he couldn't be trusted).
“I was not angry, and I never asked you to appease me.”
Chloe glared and gripped her wand tightly. Damian seriously considered how to end this situation.
“Chloe.”
“Why is that, Your Excellency?”
Damien lightly squeezed her arms, expressing with his whole body that he was angry. He smiled softly as he looked at Chloe, who was also making a face of disgust.
“The last train to Tisse has been cancelled, but the first train south to Winsbury will arrive soon.”
“...So?”
“Since we’re already late returning to Tisse, why don’t we stop by Verdier first?”
Chloe's eyes began to twinkle like stars. Looking at her slightly parted lips, Damien thought to himself that he was glad he had found a solution to the problem.
"No?"
“...How could I dislike it?”
“Then kiss me.”
“Your Excellency.”
“You’d better do it before I change my mind.”
Damien continued to tease her even though he knew that the anger had already disappeared from her eyes. The moment Chloe flinched and put both arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms tightly around Chloe's waist and added.
“And thank you for waiting for me.”
“...You didn’t say that just now.”
“That’s why I’m telling you now.”
Chloe blinked and looked at him. Damien hugged her tighter, their bodies pressed together. Chloe's face turned red in an instant, startled.
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
“I felt hot when I saw you earlier, but on the other hand, I didn’t feel bad. I almost flew all the way here because I wanted to see you. But if you had left and there had been no train, I would have been really upset.”
“...”
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Chloe kissed him, her face bright red.
Paang! A faint honking sound could be heard from afar. Damien's lips slackened as he felt Chloe hug him tighter, overwhelmed by the sudden gift of a ticket to Verdier.
On the train to Verdier, Chloe chattered excitedly to him. She laughed and her eyes became moist as she told him stories of her younger sister's accident when she was little, memories of her father, and anecdotes of her late mother. Now she was fast asleep.
Damien looked at Chloe, who was sleeping with her head on his lap, and took a deep breath. He stared at her, who was talking with such excitement, that his patience reached its limit. He closed the curtains on the window, took off his jacket, and hugged her, who was wide-eyed in surprise.
His jacket, covering Chloe's body, slid down, revealing her slender shoulders covered in red marks here and there. Damien stared intently at her body, where there was no place his lips had not touched.
He had never thought of himself as an impulsive person. It was a mistake. His self-control was only as strong as his desires. He had never had a chance to realize it because his desire for the object had never exceeded his limit.
Even though the task he had thought was his life's goal was right in front of him, he found himself laughing at himself for boarding a train just to win the heart of a woman.
“Chloe.”
Chloe, who had fallen into a deep sleep, completely tormented by his greed, did not know how to wake up. Damien whispered as he covered her with his clothes, as she curled up as if she were cold.
“You really need to know how much I love you.”
The moment Damien muttered something to her, the train stopped at the station.
“Extra edition! The Red Veil that came out this morning!”
He heard the newsboy running down the aisle after getting on at the station he had arrived at. As Damien opened the curtain, his eyes met the boy's. He put his hand to his lips and showed a gold coin. The quick-witted boy opened the door carefully, sneaked in, handed him the newspaper with both hands, and smiled brightly with his toothless face.
A shocking conversation with a palace maid who escaped from the Prince's human hunting game.
Damien smiled at the child who couldn't read the large print and didn't realize the seriousness of what he was saying, and covered Chloe's tossing and turning eyes with his large hand.
The world he would make would be better than this. Children would not have to beg for their parents, those with two hands would have to work for themselves, and mad royalty would be dethroned. He would do anything to create the world he wanted.
But there was no need for everyone to know about that dirty process. At least not for the woman who was falling into a sweet sleep in the soft darkness he provided.
“You’re... secretly affectionate, Damien. Your mother was right.”
Chloe's voice, whispering and laughing, lingered in his ears. If she were living in an illusion, shouldn't he make that illusion more beautiful? Damien bit his lips, feeling her breath between his fingers. No matter how much he emptied himself, he couldn't quench the desire that was rising again.
Damien folded the newspaper and threw it back on the seat, then woke Chloe up. He covered her sleepily blinking lips with his, revealing her white skin in the morning sunlight. Damien wanted proof that she was his now.
“Why is that?”
“Take my baby, Chloe.”
He knew how much Chloe wanted a child. Her doctor's words that having a child was a huge risk for the Duchess's health must have caused her no alarm.
"Yes?"
So, he will use her sincerity once again.
“I want you to conceive Tisse’s child right now.”
Damiaen gasped as he warmly wrapped his lips around hers, which were open in surprise. It was a desire that didn’t need to be controlled anyway. She had been his since their first meeting, and he had eventually made her his. Damien licked Chloe’s dripping tears and poured out all his desires.
The train was rushing along with a loud blast of its horn.
Support Novellate!
Comments
Post a Comment