In the elegant casket, the white-clad body of Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, wife of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, lay peacefully composed upon gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded on her torso, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes decently closed and a slight smile seeming to play on her gently handsome features
Korean. Rearing back a little, he pulled partway out, then thrust back in again, then out, then in again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.
. “Patrick!” she exclaimed, squinting though she knew it would do her no good, “Patrick where are you?!”
“Andi,” his cough sounded abrasive in his throat, “Andi I’m over here!”
She followed the sound of his voice until she bumped into something solid, “Patrick is that you?” she asked, slowly reaching out to him. Where was Patrick? She couldn’t see him, she struggled against her captor as he dragged her back to the house where she’d just escaped
In the elegant casket, the white-clad body of Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, wife of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, lay peacefully composed upon gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded on her torso, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes decently closed and a slight smile seeming to play on her gently handsome features
Korean. Rearing back a little, he pulled partway out, then thrust back in again, then out, then in again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.
. “Patrick!” she exclaimed, squinting though she knew it would do her no good, “Patrick where are you?!”
“Andi,” his cough sounded abrasive in his throat, “Andi I’m over here!”
She followed the sound of his voice until she bumped into something solid, “Patrick is that you?” she asked, slowly reaching out to him. Where was Patrick? She couldn’t see him, she struggled against her captor as he dragged her back to the house where she’d just escaped
In the elegant casket, the white-clad body of Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, wife of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, lay peacefully composed upon gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded on her torso, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes decently closed and a slight smile seeming to play on her gently handsome features
Korean. Rearing back a little, he pulled partway out, then thrust back in again, then out, then in again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.
. “Patrick!” she exclaimed, squinting though she knew it would do her no good, “Patrick where are you?!”
“Andi,” his cough sounded abrasive in his throat, “Andi I’m over here!”
She followed the sound of his voice until she bumped into something solid, “Patrick is that you?” she asked, slowly reaching out to him. Where was Patrick? She couldn’t see him, she struggled against her captor as he dragged her back to the house where she’d just escaped
