His Captive Mate
The woman curtseys before she sits,
“Princess Frida Sturm of the Wolves of Germany, I should also have done that; I was however anxious to find my father before he did anything stupid.” Celine manages to keep her face still and George purses his lips, she sighs, “But it seems I was too late. Heilige Scheiße, Vater.” She sighs, “Apologies.” Celine links to George,
‘Holy Shit, Father’ He shakes his head,
“No need. I understand the frustration.” She inclines her head. “I don’t speak German, but I get the gist of what you said.” Celine schools her expression, and Frida nods. Erik sucks at his teeth, and rubs his face,
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