Okay. I'm back. Big thanks to LaLa and Arey and my other reviewer, who is unnamed.
Okay, so being Queen was…different. DO this. Do that. No, that's wrong. Do it again. But I liked the end of the day.
Sky would come in. And he would take off his shirt. And not put one back on. It was beautiful. And I just sat and watched.
But then he laid down next to me. And kissed me. Then we did things I'm not allowed to tell you.
Did I mention I love being Queen of Erakleon?
It's short and boring. Imagine a blonde girl (that's me!) sitting a square room with a bed, nightstand, and desk. She is writing something. Or looks like it. Her Word Doc is empty. This is because she has a serious case of writers block. You want to know how to cure her? Give her IDEAS!