Redrose44

Upon entering their boudoir the female servant brought her hand across the boy’s face. “Ye are a twat! Stop this teen thou put thy self through!” The boy stared at the floor still not saying a word. “What doth thou hast to say f'r thy self?” “I am sorry f'r mine actions, fair maiden” His whisper was as soft as a caress to her worries. “But I couldst not stomach to see thy back torn like mine,” “Fie! Fie thy idiocy!” She screamed at him. “I was only protecting thou! To tender thy self mine place is idiocy on its own!” The ebony hedgehog gripped her arms tight but st