β what do you dream about .α£ οΏ½οΏ½
she gently prods the place beneath his brows, pouting.
β you get this little line right here when youβre sleeping β- like youβre angry. β
" they are worst ways to be put to bed. not that I would know, I used to live in a castle. "
of course, he was smiling but he had agitated nights. not easy reliving each night your own murder.