1:00am wednesday 1st july
"dear michael,
it's me, luke. i'm not supposed to talk to the slaves. mother says it's bad to mingle with the less fortunate, but i want to get to know you.
from luke"
luke snuck out of his room and down to the slaves chambers, quietly slipping the note under michael's door.
he felt a rush of adrenaline causing through his veins. it felt good to break the rules.
anything for him.
YOU ARE READING
letters :: muke
Tínedžerská beletriaa story in which a prince falls hopelessly in love with a slave boy {finished 9/9/15}
