Not the Right person
“Lady Vienna! I mean, Duchess!” Huffed Roxy into her room. “What is it?” She asked as she brushed her hair and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I need your advice.” Continued Roxy. She nodded at that, waiting for her to continue, “About what?” “About love.” She stopped brushing her hair. Turning to Roxy, she faced her. “Love?” She asked for confirmation and Roxy nodded. “Really? You’re seriously asking me for advice?” “I apologize, your grace. But it’s about Huxley.” She said. “What happened?” She sniffed, tears forming in her eyes. Standing up, Lady Vienna hugged her and stroked her hair, “Awe, my poor maid, I don’t want to see you crying like this. Tell me what that man does so I can cut off his balls.” Roxy’s eyes widened at that, “No, please don’t do that!” S
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