Claimed by my Brother
Kimelda Govenderclaimed by my stepbrotherclaimed by the wrong brothermy brother my brothermy sister stole my mate, and i let her
"You will find that most lands are fruitful to a king."
Her eyes darkened, and in a scorned voice she added, "my sisters and I bow to no king." I smirked, "of course you don't." She turned with one last look at Olivia, I could have sworn she licked her lips and with a gust of wind from those huge wings, she was gone.