Alpha's slave, the eternal submission
Gladys says, smiling at me and the ladies scream in longing at what has been bestowed for me.
“Lastly…” Gladys says, presenting a stack of book towards me.
“This is a volume of the king’s favorite books, bound in the finest leather and edged in gold. These poems are shared with you as a token of his desire to connect through the words that move him."
Once again, there is an audible sigh spread through the women.
"To share his favorite verses," one woman mused aloud.
“To connect with him on such an intimate level... What I would give to hold that book, to read the words that move him." Another adds.
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