The Troll Queen's Bride
Yolanda teased, purring as she held Jarnja’s hand, then pressed it to her purple lips.
Jarnja startled, looking at me in confusion. “Yola? You, are you sick?” the Troll Queen asked, taken aback.
Giggling, Yola swished her armor, grabbed me by the hand
And we flew in her arms, Gullinkambi taking off after us
To Jord’s sicksleep isle
As Jarnja
Let us go – a secretive smile on her ruby and white mouth.
She licked a lion fang.
Things were getting
Interesting!
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