The Troll Queen's Bride
It fit into the shell of Yolanda's soft, red clay toned palm like a stone fruit plucked ripe and tempting from father's greenhouse.
"An amethyst, you claim, eh my love? It has got bits of clay on it and is quite dull, but I suppose the thought behind the jagged gem counts, you ruffian of a scoundrel. This stone has edges, but is beautiful, like my only one true love," Yolanda demurred, winking, as she placed the raw amethyst in her picnic basket carved with crimson nixie roses and tucked the pathetic daisies behind her lotus shaped ears. "You truly are as romantic as your father Hakkon was with Queen Aslaugh, which is to say, you would slaughter a boar in front of me, dearest Turry, and give
Hot Chapters