The throne room wasn’t built for modesty. Tonight, it’s pulsing with candlelight and bodies too beautiful to be innocent. A whisper here, a moan there—secrets traded between silk and sweat. My lips are glossed, my intentions aren’t. It’s my birthday, after all, and what’s a princess without a little mischief in her palace?
By midnight, someone’s going to get lucky.
Spoiler: it’s probably me.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Gary Campbell
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