looks in for a few

Dreaming about Mommy

Throne Room
~As he left the throne room, Xavier's gaze fell upon the map before him. It was a detailed layout of the corridors that crisscrossed beneath the castle, complete with unmarked voids and blank spaces. Some of the rooms had labels, but most were left unmarked. Xavier's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. He was confident that he hadn't laid it out himself - he had rolled it up and tucked it away in a locked box in his personal chambers, where it had remained untouched for weeks.~

go

Asleep in my bed
Dreaming

Throne Room
~It was as if Te'Sirian had deliberately avoided sharing tales of their family's past. Xavier's curiosity had always been piqued, but his uncle's silence had only fueled his imagination.~

~And now, with his father back, Xavier felt a sense of unease. Why had Te'Sirian never spoken of the past? What secrets lay hidden behind the throne? And what connection did his father have to this mysterious seat of power?~

~Xavier's eyes drifted back to the throne, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He sensed more to the story than what he had been told. His father's return had opened up a world of questions, and Xavier was determined to find the answers.~

humiliation whores are hot.

SharkESS loves that lightweight, electric Ego mower.
Chasing dandelions that pop up behind her back.
Only stopping when battery needs charging.

My Jarl asked me to let you all know that he will be attending to a RT commitment until Tuesday.

Throne Room
~And then, in an instant, everything was silent again. Xavier stood back from the throne, his heart racing with excitement and foreboding. What had just happened? And what secrets lay hidden within these ancient walls?~

~Xavier's mind was a maze of questions and uncertainties as he stood before the throne. His father thought dead for so long, had only recently returned to his life, shattering the fragile peace he had known as a child. But even with his father's return, there were still so many secrets and mysteries that lingered.~

~As he thought back on his childhood, Xavier realized that his uncle Te'Sirian had been the dominant figure in his life. His mother, though present at times, was often absent, leaving Te'Sirian to care for him. But despite his uncle's role in raising him, Xavier had never once heard a story from his lips. Not one.~

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The harder the better, slut.

Wanders in, after a long beach walk with Big…the wave barker *s*

I agree I think the poodle would be best since it was gigi's *nods*

Throne Room
~As he stood before the throne, he felt a sense of trepidation. What secrets lay hidden behind its ancient carvings? What stories would it tell if only it could speak? Xavier reached out again, hesitating for a moment before gently running his hand over the intricate carvings.~

~Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to shift as if a weight had been lifted. Xavier felt a strange energy emanating from the throne as if it were responding to his touch. He stood there, frozen, as the energy grew stronger until he could feel it coursing through his veins like a river.~

Throne Room
~He approached the throne slowly, his footsteps echoing off the stone floor. As he reached out to touch the carved armrest, a shiver ran down his spine. It was as if he had been here before, though he knew he hadn't. The throne seemed to exude a sense of power and history as if it had been waiting for him all this time.~

~His mind wandered back to the letter he had found recently, written by his grandfather to his father. The mention of his grandmother and his father's silence on the matter still nagged at him. He wondered what secrets lay hidden within these castle walls and what connection this throne might have to his family's past.~

Great Hall
~As Xavier pushed open the heavy doors, the sound of scraping wood echoed through the hallway, followed by the creaking of ancient hinges. The air was stale and musty, heavy with the scent of forgotten centuries. He stepped into the throne room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the narrow windows high above.~

~The room was a testament to the castle's grandeur, with high ceilings and ornate stone carvings adorning the walls. At the far end of the room, the throne stood tall, its intricately carved wooden arms reaching out like skeletal fingers. Xavier's gaze was drawn to it, a mix of fascination and unease washing over him.~

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