Private Tales Trapped Inside One's Mind

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Alistair could not stop the wide grin that spread onto his face, but he also knew that she was right. The longer he stayed here, the harder it would be to leave. It would be better to rip it off like a bandage.

Leaning in once again and leaving a quick kiss back on the cheek, Al then quickly launched himself up into the saddle of his horse.

"I look forward to seeing your face once again with bated breath. Until then, Katja." The name was said with a not-so-subtle hint of eagerness and desire as the words danced across his lips.

Not wanting to forgo the trip any longer, he turned his mount and launched into a gallop away from the estate.

Katja
 
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