Once upon a time...
If multiple people you know told you a guy was super sweet and super good looking, you would probably go out with him right? That was the case with Conan.
He was a professional sword fighter, extremely tall, strongly built, blue eyes, blonde hair, and tan. Everyone who had seen and met him all thought he was a catch. Therefore, I agreed to go out with him.
We went to multiple banquets before we found the right one. What was wrong with the other ones, I'm not so sure. However, I didn't argue with Conan about why he didn't know where we were going. While we were at the banquet, he began to tell me his life story. One of how his sword fighting career ending when his ex wife cheated on him and left him. I almost choked on my drink when I found out he was married. It was a gruesome two hours as I listened painfully to his heartbreaking story.
Afterwards we went and looked at some animals that were caged, where he began to ask about my kissing experiences. I was bewildered, because unlike him, I didn't get personal on the first date.
Conan and I rode back the castle in almost silence and he bid me goodnight. I wasn't planning on a second date. However, I'm a sucker for chocolates and flowers and when they surprisingly ended up on my doorstep later that week along with another date offer from Conan, I agreed to go.
We dated for about a month. It was a good month of him spoiling me, us running away from creepy men who wait outside the castle hoping to see me or talk to me, and no kissing or affection. Then he accidently got invited over for my mother's day of birth celebration. My family was chatting with him and brought up the great banquet we were having for her. It's royally rude to tell someone without inviting them, so Conan got himself an invite.
Was it horrible having Conan over for the celebration? Not at all. Was it moving too fast for myself, Princess Brailee? Absolutely.
My parents were attending a show one evening when Conan and I had a date planned. They invited us to attend, and who says no to the king or queen? No body. Therefore, Conan got himself yet another date with the royal highnesses themselves. Thanks to my introducing him to the family and parents, not once, but TWICE, he got the wrong idea. And after that, he wanted to be exclusive.
I was absolutely not ready to be exclusive so I politely declined. "I am just really busy with all of my duties right now," I explained truthfully. "I don't have the time to put in to a relationship." That did not go over well with Conan. "That is the most selfish thing I've ever heard from you," he said angrily to me. "It's not selfish. It'd be selfish to be exclusive with you and then not spend time with you," I replied calmly. "No, you need to put others before yourself," he snapped. "As a Princess, that's what I'm doing." After that I tried to end the conversation and things entirely with Conan, but the guy was not having it.
"You're still in love with your ex boyfriend aren't you?" he shouted at me. "My ex boyfriend? Really, Conan?" I said irritated that he'd even go there. "Yeah you are. I knew you were. I should have never dated you," he replied. "Just because your wife chose another man over you, does not mean I was. I tried to be upfront with you, but think what you want. I'm done here," I retorted and walked into my house.
For the next few months he sent me letter after letter. One would be angry and the next one he would be trying to take me out again. The next he'd be saying he just wanted to be friends and then he'd say how he can't get over me. Unfortunately for him, I do not like being called selfish. And I hate every ex boyfriend I have. Including my 'almost-potentially-could-have-been-an-ex' Conan.
And we lived happily never after...
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Chapter Twenty Six: Tiegan
Once upon a time...
I was out and about, doing princess errands, when Tiegan cornered me. "Hi!" he said. "Hello," I replied slowly. "I just have to say, that you are one of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen!" he continued. I smiled. I liked compliments. "Thank you," I replied and began to walk away from him. He was persistant and caught up to me. "So, I know this a little upfront, but are you single?" he asked me.
I stopped walking and looked at him. He wasn't a bad looking guy. Perhaps could even be a prince charming. He had dark hair, tan skin, dark grey eyes, and was tall and built. I smiled, "Technically yes." He grinned enormously. "Well, could I take you out sometime?" he asked. I began to walk again. He stayed right by my side. "I don't know anything about you," I stated simply.
In response to my statement, he began to tell me ALL about himself. Tiegan told me about how he used to joust. He told me how he studied at this elite school and how he now is extremely wealthy. I learned of how at the ripe age of 25 he had built his own mansion and bought an extremely fancy carriage. Tiegan also told me about all the fights he won against dragons and beasts and how he loves all these extremely masculine activities.
Pretty much, all he was telling me was superficial. That doesn't impress me.
My mind could not think of something to say, so I didn't reply. "Did you hear me?" he asked. I nodded. "Well is there anything else you would like to know?" he pushed.
I stopped walking and faced him. "Look, the truth is, I am just not really interested. Actually I am interested in someone else. You sound really great, but I feel like I should be upfront with you and not waste your time," I explained. When I finished, I smiled as sweetly and politely as I could and continued to walk away from him.
It took only a minute before he was at my side. The guy was persistant. "I really appreciate you being upfront with me," Tiegan began. "But I'd still like to take you out! Could I call upon you sometime?"
This time, I didn't bother responding. I walked as briskly as I could, straight to my carriage. What kind of prince charming would want to date a princess who was already into someone else? I wasn't sure, but I didn't care to find out.
And we lived happily never after...
I was out and about, doing princess errands, when Tiegan cornered me. "Hi!" he said. "Hello," I replied slowly. "I just have to say, that you are one of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen!" he continued. I smiled. I liked compliments. "Thank you," I replied and began to walk away from him. He was persistant and caught up to me. "So, I know this a little upfront, but are you single?" he asked me.
I stopped walking and looked at him. He wasn't a bad looking guy. Perhaps could even be a prince charming. He had dark hair, tan skin, dark grey eyes, and was tall and built. I smiled, "Technically yes." He grinned enormously. "Well, could I take you out sometime?" he asked. I began to walk again. He stayed right by my side. "I don't know anything about you," I stated simply.
In response to my statement, he began to tell me ALL about himself. Tiegan told me about how he used to joust. He told me how he studied at this elite school and how he now is extremely wealthy. I learned of how at the ripe age of 25 he had built his own mansion and bought an extremely fancy carriage. Tiegan also told me about all the fights he won against dragons and beasts and how he loves all these extremely masculine activities.
Pretty much, all he was telling me was superficial. That doesn't impress me.
My mind could not think of something to say, so I didn't reply. "Did you hear me?" he asked. I nodded. "Well is there anything else you would like to know?" he pushed.
I stopped walking and faced him. "Look, the truth is, I am just not really interested. Actually I am interested in someone else. You sound really great, but I feel like I should be upfront with you and not waste your time," I explained. When I finished, I smiled as sweetly and politely as I could and continued to walk away from him.
It took only a minute before he was at my side. The guy was persistant. "I really appreciate you being upfront with me," Tiegan began. "But I'd still like to take you out! Could I call upon you sometime?"
This time, I didn't bother responding. I walked as briskly as I could, straight to my carriage. What kind of prince charming would want to date a princess who was already into someone else? I wasn't sure, but I didn't care to find out.
And we lived happily never after...
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Chapter Twenty Five: Malcolm
Once upon a time...
If you asked the mirror, "Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest male of all?" it would probably answer with, "Malcolm is."
For some strange reason, unknown to myself, princess Brailee, Malcolm had all of the girls in the land far far awaywrapped around his little finger. They swooned when he walked by, they all just wanted one chance to be Malcolm's girl, and when he would break up with them, it would take years for them to recoop.
I, however, was not impressed with him. Everything in Malcolm's life came easy to him. He was blessed with a good build, he was tall, had dazzling features, brown hair, blue eyes, a very successful job, riches, and as I said, all the women a man could want. Even my sisters drooled at the sight of him.
It's always what they can't have, that they want. And so, after years and years of his dating games and love affairs, Malcolm set his sights on me. I was no stranger to his reputation. Therefore, I turned him down. Malcolm was no quitter and after three years of me saying no, I finally accepted an evening out.
When he picked me up, he did not open my door for me. As I opened my carriage door myself and struggled to climb in, I was engulfed in a smell of pine needles. I love fresh scents, but I don't love being drowned in it. He sensed my disapproval and explained he'd been hunting.
We headed to a banquet. When we arrived and were seated, he began to ask me questions. "When was your last relationship?" "What do you do for your duties?" "Where do you stand on the dragon control issue?" "Team Aladdin or Team Jafar?" Each time I hardly got a word in, before he cut me off.
The final question was when I lost it. "What do you like to do in your spare time?" he asked. I began to open my mouth and he'd cut me off. "And don't say you don't have a lot of spare time. Everyone has spare time." I was bewildered. "No that's not what I was going to say," I replied. "Oh well then answer the question," he said. I was taken aback at his rudeness and before I could reply, he again would speak up. "C'mon you need to be confident and know what you like to do." I did know what I liked to do, he just never gave me a chance to comment. I bit my tongue for a moment until I composed myself enough to reply, "I do know what I like to do. Goodness if I don't reply within two seconds you interrupt. What is this? An interview?"
My comment amused Malcolm, which was not my intention. So I tried to revert the conversation back to him, which was quite easy. For the rest of the banquet, he talked about himself and I pretended to listen.
After the banquet we attended a show. When we arrived at the theatre, he needed to change clothes. For what purpose, I wasn't quite sure. He left to change and I waited. And waited. And waited.
He took literally fifteen minutes to change. FIFTEEN MINUTES. I don't even take that long and I'm a princess. I was about to leave, assuming he'd left me stranded there, when I saw him walking towards me. He told me then that he had to put his clothes in his carriage and left me waiting there again. Luckily I wasn't waiting fifteen minutes this time.
When he returned, we went and took our seats. The show began and not even three minutes into it, Malcolm decided he wanted refreshments, however did not ask if I wanted anything. He got up from his seat and crawled over an entire row of chairs with people seated in them in order to get out. He was gone for about twenty minutes. When he returned with refreshments, he again crawled over the whole row again, took his seat, and then did not ask if I wanted any.
After the show, we shared a shallow conversation about our thoughts on the production. Thankfully the ride to my castle wasn't long. He walked me to my door, I thanked him, and we said goodbye.
I walked inside bewildered. A man who doesn't open doors, is extremely rude, doesn't offer refreshments, only likes himself, acts like he's better than you, and has close to no personality was the fairest male of all? I understood he had looks, money, and success, but I was seriously at a loss as to how on earth women cried for years over him. I, princess Brialee, didn't even care to give him another thought.
And we lived happily never after...
If you asked the mirror, "Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest male of all?" it would probably answer with, "Malcolm is."
For some strange reason, unknown to myself, princess Brailee, Malcolm had all of the girls in the land far far awaywrapped around his little finger. They swooned when he walked by, they all just wanted one chance to be Malcolm's girl, and when he would break up with them, it would take years for them to recoop.
I, however, was not impressed with him. Everything in Malcolm's life came easy to him. He was blessed with a good build, he was tall, had dazzling features, brown hair, blue eyes, a very successful job, riches, and as I said, all the women a man could want. Even my sisters drooled at the sight of him.
It's always what they can't have, that they want. And so, after years and years of his dating games and love affairs, Malcolm set his sights on me. I was no stranger to his reputation. Therefore, I turned him down. Malcolm was no quitter and after three years of me saying no, I finally accepted an evening out.
When he picked me up, he did not open my door for me. As I opened my carriage door myself and struggled to climb in, I was engulfed in a smell of pine needles. I love fresh scents, but I don't love being drowned in it. He sensed my disapproval and explained he'd been hunting.
We headed to a banquet. When we arrived and were seated, he began to ask me questions. "When was your last relationship?" "What do you do for your duties?" "Where do you stand on the dragon control issue?" "Team Aladdin or Team Jafar?" Each time I hardly got a word in, before he cut me off.
The final question was when I lost it. "What do you like to do in your spare time?" he asked. I began to open my mouth and he'd cut me off. "And don't say you don't have a lot of spare time. Everyone has spare time." I was bewildered. "No that's not what I was going to say," I replied. "Oh well then answer the question," he said. I was taken aback at his rudeness and before I could reply, he again would speak up. "C'mon you need to be confident and know what you like to do." I did know what I liked to do, he just never gave me a chance to comment. I bit my tongue for a moment until I composed myself enough to reply, "I do know what I like to do. Goodness if I don't reply within two seconds you interrupt. What is this? An interview?"
My comment amused Malcolm, which was not my intention. So I tried to revert the conversation back to him, which was quite easy. For the rest of the banquet, he talked about himself and I pretended to listen.
After the banquet we attended a show. When we arrived at the theatre, he needed to change clothes. For what purpose, I wasn't quite sure. He left to change and I waited. And waited. And waited.
He took literally fifteen minutes to change. FIFTEEN MINUTES. I don't even take that long and I'm a princess. I was about to leave, assuming he'd left me stranded there, when I saw him walking towards me. He told me then that he had to put his clothes in his carriage and left me waiting there again. Luckily I wasn't waiting fifteen minutes this time.
When he returned, we went and took our seats. The show began and not even three minutes into it, Malcolm decided he wanted refreshments, however did not ask if I wanted anything. He got up from his seat and crawled over an entire row of chairs with people seated in them in order to get out. He was gone for about twenty minutes. When he returned with refreshments, he again crawled over the whole row again, took his seat, and then did not ask if I wanted any.
After the show, we shared a shallow conversation about our thoughts on the production. Thankfully the ride to my castle wasn't long. He walked me to my door, I thanked him, and we said goodbye.
I walked inside bewildered. A man who doesn't open doors, is extremely rude, doesn't offer refreshments, only likes himself, acts like he's better than you, and has close to no personality was the fairest male of all? I understood he had looks, money, and success, but I was seriously at a loss as to how on earth women cried for years over him. I, princess Brialee, didn't even care to give him another thought.
And we lived happily never after...
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Chapter Twenty Four: Maddox
Once upon a time... I met this insanely cute boy. His name was Maddox. He was tan, blonde haired, blue eyed, and had the most adorable smile in the world. The only thing he was lacking was height, but he made up for it in personality.
One day, my friend told me she had a brother in law she wanted to set me up with. I didn't really want to be set up, but she said she really thought we would hit it off. Reluctantly I agreed. When she finally pointed out who it was, I was overjoyed that I had agreed. Her brother in law happened to be Maddox.
A date was set up and I anxiously awaited the day we were going to go out. I stayed in my chambers waiting, until a servant came and told me he was there. Excitedly, I stood to go greet him. I tried to keep calm when I saw him standing at the door holding a dozen roses. "These are for you," Maddox said handing them to me. No guy had ever brought me roses on the first date before. "Thank you," I said taking them from him and handing them to a servant to put in a vase.
I followed him out to his carriage and we headed on our way to a banquet for dinner. On our way, he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. I raised an eyebrow as he handed it to me. I began to read it aloud, "Rules of the first date: 1. No awkward silences. 2. If there is an awkward silence, one person may ask the other any question they'd like and that person is obligated to answer." I began to laugh. "You have rules for the first date? You go on that many?" He grinned. "No, but I figured if it was written in print then my date would be obligated to follow the rules." I shook my head. "I sure hope there won't be a reason to use rule number two," I said. He nodded in agreement.
After the banquet he planned on taking me to the show, however we got there quite a bit early. "Lets play a game," he said. "What game?" I asked. Maddox took a piece of paper and began to rip it and roll the pieces into little balls. "What are you doing?" I whispered embarrassed by his actions. "It's alright princess," he said continuing to roll paper. "Alright the game goes as follows. You throw these little paper balls into that bucket over there. If you make it, you ask me anything you want to know and I have to answer. If I make it, the same rules apply but for you answering." I laughed. "Maddox, I'm a princess, you'll be far better at this than I." He smiled and threw the paper. He smiled at me when it went in and asked his question. I learned about his past relationships, what he wanted out of life, what he likes in girls, his favorite memories, etc. We played this game until the show started.
After the date he bid me goodnight. I wasn't sure if I'd see him again, but I had a good time so it didn't matter. A week went by and then I heard from him. It was longer than it took most guys to ask me out a second time, but I didn't think anything of it.
Date number two consisted of him attending a meeting with me, ice cream, and a walk. We were outside watching the stars and talking. He told me about a trip he was leaving for in two days to a land far far away. He also informed me of his grandmother passing. We talked for a while before he looked at his pocket watch. When he saw the time, he informed me that it was 11:11. "Make a wish," he said. I looked at the watch. "It's 11:12, I'm too late," I said making a pouty face. "I can fix that," he said and turned the hands on the watch back to 11:11. I laughed and closed my eyes. I opened them. "What'd you wish for?" I asked him. "I can't tell you or it won't come true. I rolled my eyes. "I'm a princess. I have fairy godmothers. I can make your wish come true." He leaned in close to me and smiled. "I sure hope so," he whispered and kissed me. It was a good sweet kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled. "I guess you can make wishes come true."
He bid me goodnight and told me he would talk to me in a couple weeks when he returned from his journey. The kiss was a good memory to leave on, but kind of an irritating one too. He kissed me and left the land, who does that? I decided to just not think about him until he talked to me when he returned. About five days letter, I received a letter from him. "Princess Brailee, this land far far away is incredible. I love everything about it. However, no matter what I see or do, I can't stop thinking about you. I just wanted to send you a letter so you knew you were on my mind even though I'm not there. Sincerely, Maddox."
When he returned, we went out to more shows and more banquets. We had lazy nights of just hanging out or sitting by the fireplace. He had more creative rules for different activities we did. I had him meet my family, who sadly weren't as impressed with him as I was.
A few months later, he decided it was time for me to meet his family. I got as dolled up as I could. I put on my best dress and did my hair as pretty as I could. Meeting a guy's family was a huge deal for me and I was as nervous as a knight about to go head to a head with a dragon would be.
Maddox picked me up and our night began. His family was strange. They practically interrogated me, as if they didn't already know anything about the princess of their land. Then they kept asking me to sing for them as if I was some kind of show horse there for their entertainment. By the time I'd met all 7 of his siblings I was exhausted from keeping up a happy face. Thankfully after that he just wanted to cuddle me at his house, which was awkward considering it was just he, I, and his parents in the room as his sister played piano in another room.
It wasn't the worst meet the parents moment I'd had so I wasn't super concerned about not hearing from him, especially since we'd been dating for a while. When he dropped me off I thanked him for a lovely evening. He kissed me good night and was on his way.
That week I contacted Maddox, because my friend's cousin somehow was really good friends with him. I was excited to tell him about the connection. He didn't seem to think it was as special as I did, however, and kind of blew me off. After that, I told myself I would not be calling upon him first. And for some reason it seemed he told himself he would not call upon me either.
And we almost lived happily never after...until six months later when I received a letter. I turned it over, stunned at who the sender was. I opened the letter and began to read it. "Dear Princess Brailee, I owe you an explanation. I shouldn't have just stopped talking to you. The truth is, I knew from our first date that you weren't the one for me. You were so amazing that I couldn't stop myself from dating you, but I finally realized it needed to end. I wish you the best and just wanted to explain what happened. Sincerely, Maddox."
I was livid. I crumpled it in my hands as my eyes filled with tears. Six months ago, this letter would have been nice. How disrespectful of him to send it now. I was extremely upset that he knew from the first date that I wasn't what he wanted, yet he lead me on anyways. Lead me on so far that I even met his family. Anger swelled inside me. I chucked the letter in the fireplace, straightened my dress and held my head up high. I was a princess. I deserved better than that anyways. No more tears would be wasted on low lives such as Maddox.
And we lived happily never after...
One day, my friend told me she had a brother in law she wanted to set me up with. I didn't really want to be set up, but she said she really thought we would hit it off. Reluctantly I agreed. When she finally pointed out who it was, I was overjoyed that I had agreed. Her brother in law happened to be Maddox.
A date was set up and I anxiously awaited the day we were going to go out. I stayed in my chambers waiting, until a servant came and told me he was there. Excitedly, I stood to go greet him. I tried to keep calm when I saw him standing at the door holding a dozen roses. "These are for you," Maddox said handing them to me. No guy had ever brought me roses on the first date before. "Thank you," I said taking them from him and handing them to a servant to put in a vase.
I followed him out to his carriage and we headed on our way to a banquet for dinner. On our way, he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. I raised an eyebrow as he handed it to me. I began to read it aloud, "Rules of the first date: 1. No awkward silences. 2. If there is an awkward silence, one person may ask the other any question they'd like and that person is obligated to answer." I began to laugh. "You have rules for the first date? You go on that many?" He grinned. "No, but I figured if it was written in print then my date would be obligated to follow the rules." I shook my head. "I sure hope there won't be a reason to use rule number two," I said. He nodded in agreement.
After the banquet he planned on taking me to the show, however we got there quite a bit early. "Lets play a game," he said. "What game?" I asked. Maddox took a piece of paper and began to rip it and roll the pieces into little balls. "What are you doing?" I whispered embarrassed by his actions. "It's alright princess," he said continuing to roll paper. "Alright the game goes as follows. You throw these little paper balls into that bucket over there. If you make it, you ask me anything you want to know and I have to answer. If I make it, the same rules apply but for you answering." I laughed. "Maddox, I'm a princess, you'll be far better at this than I." He smiled and threw the paper. He smiled at me when it went in and asked his question. I learned about his past relationships, what he wanted out of life, what he likes in girls, his favorite memories, etc. We played this game until the show started.
After the date he bid me goodnight. I wasn't sure if I'd see him again, but I had a good time so it didn't matter. A week went by and then I heard from him. It was longer than it took most guys to ask me out a second time, but I didn't think anything of it.
Date number two consisted of him attending a meeting with me, ice cream, and a walk. We were outside watching the stars and talking. He told me about a trip he was leaving for in two days to a land far far away. He also informed me of his grandmother passing. We talked for a while before he looked at his pocket watch. When he saw the time, he informed me that it was 11:11. "Make a wish," he said. I looked at the watch. "It's 11:12, I'm too late," I said making a pouty face. "I can fix that," he said and turned the hands on the watch back to 11:11. I laughed and closed my eyes. I opened them. "What'd you wish for?" I asked him. "I can't tell you or it won't come true. I rolled my eyes. "I'm a princess. I have fairy godmothers. I can make your wish come true." He leaned in close to me and smiled. "I sure hope so," he whispered and kissed me. It was a good sweet kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled. "I guess you can make wishes come true."
He bid me goodnight and told me he would talk to me in a couple weeks when he returned from his journey. The kiss was a good memory to leave on, but kind of an irritating one too. He kissed me and left the land, who does that? I decided to just not think about him until he talked to me when he returned. About five days letter, I received a letter from him. "Princess Brailee, this land far far away is incredible. I love everything about it. However, no matter what I see or do, I can't stop thinking about you. I just wanted to send you a letter so you knew you were on my mind even though I'm not there. Sincerely, Maddox."
When he returned, we went out to more shows and more banquets. We had lazy nights of just hanging out or sitting by the fireplace. He had more creative rules for different activities we did. I had him meet my family, who sadly weren't as impressed with him as I was.
A few months later, he decided it was time for me to meet his family. I got as dolled up as I could. I put on my best dress and did my hair as pretty as I could. Meeting a guy's family was a huge deal for me and I was as nervous as a knight about to go head to a head with a dragon would be.
Maddox picked me up and our night began. His family was strange. They practically interrogated me, as if they didn't already know anything about the princess of their land. Then they kept asking me to sing for them as if I was some kind of show horse there for their entertainment. By the time I'd met all 7 of his siblings I was exhausted from keeping up a happy face. Thankfully after that he just wanted to cuddle me at his house, which was awkward considering it was just he, I, and his parents in the room as his sister played piano in another room.
It wasn't the worst meet the parents moment I'd had so I wasn't super concerned about not hearing from him, especially since we'd been dating for a while. When he dropped me off I thanked him for a lovely evening. He kissed me good night and was on his way.
That week I contacted Maddox, because my friend's cousin somehow was really good friends with him. I was excited to tell him about the connection. He didn't seem to think it was as special as I did, however, and kind of blew me off. After that, I told myself I would not be calling upon him first. And for some reason it seemed he told himself he would not call upon me either.
And we almost lived happily never after...until six months later when I received a letter. I turned it over, stunned at who the sender was. I opened the letter and began to read it. "Dear Princess Brailee, I owe you an explanation. I shouldn't have just stopped talking to you. The truth is, I knew from our first date that you weren't the one for me. You were so amazing that I couldn't stop myself from dating you, but I finally realized it needed to end. I wish you the best and just wanted to explain what happened. Sincerely, Maddox."
I was livid. I crumpled it in my hands as my eyes filled with tears. Six months ago, this letter would have been nice. How disrespectful of him to send it now. I was extremely upset that he knew from the first date that I wasn't what he wanted, yet he lead me on anyways. Lead me on so far that I even met his family. Anger swelled inside me. I chucked the letter in the fireplace, straightened my dress and held my head up high. I was a princess. I deserved better than that anyways. No more tears would be wasted on low lives such as Maddox.
And we lived happily never after...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)