Julius’s History continues …
She was a vision, and he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The old woman was on her way again with the pan when the girl jumped in front of her.
“He is my match!” She shouted, and the old woman dropped the pan.
“It can’t be!” The old woman’s jaw dropped.
“Yes, it is.” She turned around to look at me. Her expression had changed from being irritated to one of absolute love.
“What is a match?” Julius wanted to know.
“What made you walk this way in the forest, your highness?” She climbed over the bed until she was straddling him. She was sitting there with ice-bright blue eyes and dark hair, watching his every move, even his breathing.
“I’m not sure, I just walked around, wandering, wherever, not specifically going somewhere.” She was filthy, and he
