As he tightened the shackles on her wrists and ankles, he told her that her eyes were as blue as the cornflowers in his garden, her skin as soft as the moss in the pine plantations and her mouth as red as autumn maple leaves. And with each caress, her skin shed flakes of aureate gold. To her, it was a curse. For him, an easy path to good fortune.
She knew his declarations of love were only skin deep for her value was purely measured by gold. And with each cast, her worth to him became a little less.
She knew his declarations of love were only skin deep for her value was purely measured by gold. And with each cast, her worth to him became a little less.
