Chapter 172
- Lucas' POV
- That fucking duel of royal siblings made me sick. They smell like rotten old money, which, basically, smells like shit. Besides, they look like a pair of fucking porcelain dolls. So fucking fragile. I want to fuck both of them at the same time without lubrication until they fucking dropped dead on the floor.
- "Is she alright?" Zackery asked me with concerns.