𝖠 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾

A Mischievous Ride

Henry sat in the driver's seat of his car, with his loyal companion, Kal, an American Akita, riding shotgun. The two of them were driving on a scenic drive through the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of the open road.

As they cruised along, Henry glanced over at Kal, who seemed unusually restless. Kal's ears perked up, and he let out an excited bark that echoed through the car.

Henry chuckled, glancing at his furry friend. "What's gotten into you, buddy?" he asked, scratching behind Kal's ears.

But before Henry could react, Kal leaned forward and gave an adventurous bite to the edge of the seat, sinking his teeth into the fabric.

Henry's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a mix of laughter and exasperation. "Kal, no! Not the seat!"

Kal, undeterred by Henry's protest, continued to gnaw on the seat, thoroughly enjoying his newfound playtime. The mischievous glint in his eyes made it clear he was having the time of his life.

Henry, torn between amusement and concern for his car's upholstery, quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to Kal, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild scolding.

"Kal, my buddy, we can't have you destroying the seat," Henry said, trying to sound stern. "We'll have to find you a more suitable chew toy."

Kal tilted his head to the side, seemingly considering Henry's words. His tail wagged excitedly, as if he understood the playful scolding.

Henry quickly rummaged through the glove compartment, searching for something to occupy Kal's attention. He pulled out a sturdy chew toy, shaped like a bone, and handed it to Kal.

"Here you go, Kal," Henry said, offering the toy. "This should keep you entertained."

Kal eagerly took the toy in his mouth, his tail wagging even faster. He settled down in the backseat, content with his new chew toy.

With a smile, Henry resumed his drive, grateful that Kal had found a more appropriate outlet for his playful energy.

As they continued their journey, Henry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Kal's mischievous act. It was a reminder of the joy and unpredictability that came with being a dog owner.

Kal, now engrossed in his chew toy, occasionally glanced at Henry, as if seeking approval. Henry reached back to pat Kal's head, his voice filled with affection.

"You're quite the handful, Kal," Henry said fondly. "But I wouldn't trade you for anything. You bring so much excitement and love into my life."

Kal wagged his tail in response, as if expressing his agreement.

Together, they continued their drive, Henry relishing the company of his loyal friend and the shared adventures that awaited them. Their bond, strengthened by playful moments like these, would only grow stronger as they navigated life's twists and turns, one chewed seat at a time.

Expecting Miracles

As the full moon bathed the streets of New Orleans in its ethereal glow, Klaus, paced anxiously in his opulent mansion. His mind was consumed with worry and anticipation as he awaited the return of his beloved, y/n, who was carrying their child.

Klaus had always been a complicated man, burdened by his past and the weight of his family's legacy. But the prospect of becoming a father awakened a softer side of him, a desire to protect and cherish his growing family.

Finally, the front door swung open, and there she was, a radiant glow enveloping her, accentuated by her blossoming belly. Klaus's eyes widened with awe and adoration as he rushed to her side, gently placing his hand on her abdomen to feel the life within.

"My love," Klaus murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and reverence. "You're carrying our child, a miracle born from our love."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Yes, Klaus. Our love created something beautiful."

From that moment on, Klaus vowed to be the best partner and father he could be. He showered y/n with affection, ensuring her every need was met during her pregnancy. He learned about prenatal care, attended doctor's appointments, and even transformed a room in their mansion into a cozy nursery.

Klaus would often place his hand on y/n's belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of their unborn child. He would whisper words of love and encouragement, promising to protect and guide their little one through the challenges of life.

As the due date approached, Klaus's anxiety heightened. He wanted everything to be perfect for y/n and their child. On the day of the birth, Klaus stood by y/n's side, holding her hand and offering words of comfort.

With every push and every breath, y/n brought new life into the world. And when the cries of their newborn baby girl filled the room, Klaus felt tears welling in his eyes. He witnessed a miracle, a tangible symbol of the love he and the reader shared.

In that moment, Klaus knew he had been blessed with a new purpose. He would protect his family at all costs, ensure their happiness, and strive to be the father he had always longed to have.

As Klaus held their newborn Daughter Hope in his arms, he whispered a promise. "I will love and protect you always, my little one. You are the greatest gift life has given me."

And so, the Mikaelson family grew, with Klaus, y/n, and Hope at the center.

Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.

Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.

"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."

You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."

Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.

Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."

Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.

Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."

As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.

In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.

But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.

And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.

As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.

But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.

Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.

Shattered Promises: Henry Cavill x Reader

Note: This story explores the painful journey of a relationship's end and the process of healing and moving forward.

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The walls of the once-happy home felt suffocating as tension hung in the air. Henry Cavill stood before you, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation. The words he spoke felt like shards of glass, piercing your heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I've found someone else," he uttered, his voice filled with remorse.

Shock washed over you, and your world crumbled in an instant. The promises of forever, the dreams you had built together, shattered into a million pieces. A lump formed in your throat, stifling the words that begged for an explanation.

Trying to compose yourself, you choked out a question, your voice trembling. "Henry, how... how did this happen? What went wrong?"

Henry's gaze flickered, avoiding your eyes. "I don't have all the answers, Y/N. Sometimes, feelings change, and I can't deny the connection I've found with someone else. It's not fair to you or to myself to pretend otherwise."

Pain coursed through your veins, tears blurring your vision. The weight of heartbreak settled upon your shoulders, threatening to crush you. In that moment, it felt as though your entire world had been torn apart.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you navigated the aftermath of Henry's departure. The anguish and confusion lingered, but amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience ignited within you. You resolved to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and rebuild your life.

Surrounded by the support of loved ones, you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. You sought solace in the embrace of friends who reminded you of your worth, who encouraged you to rediscover the depths of your strength.

As time passed, you grew stronger, finding solace in your passions and rediscovering the person you were before Henry entered your life. Each day brought new opportunities for growth and self-love.

But even as you forged ahead, the scars of your broken relationship remained. The memories of Henry's touch, his laughter, and the love you once shared haunted your thoughts, a constant reminder of what was lost.

Then, one day, as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you realized that the pain had transformed into something different—a bittersweet nostalgia that no longer held you captive. The wounds had begun to heal, paving the way for a future filled with hope and new beginnings.

In the midst of your healing, you discovered a strength you never knew existed. You found love within yourself and learned to embrace the person you had become.

And as you stood on the precipice of a new chapter, you knew that the pain of losing Henry had shaped you, but it did not define you. The world held infinite possibilities, and you were determined to embrace them with open arms.

In time, you found love again, a love that was built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. This love, though different, was no less profound. It reminded you that your heart could mend and that happiness could be found in unexpected places.

Henry remained a part of your story, a chapter that brought both joy and sorrow. The wounds he left behind had scarred, but they had also reminded you of your resilience and capacity to love.

As you moved forward, you carried the lessons learned from your past, cherishing the moments of happiness and growth. And with each step, you embraced the beautiful uncertainty of life, knowing that the future held infinite possibilities, even after the most devastating of heartbreaks.

Breed you

Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.

Masterlist

As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.

'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you

Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.

With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.

The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.

'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.

'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

Translation

Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love

Issa dārys- my king

Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb

Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen

Avy jorrāelan- I love you

Se nyke ao- and I you

I was taking a walk in nature and I realized that the world is still beautiful it just has flaws like us humans 🌤️ 💞💞

Title: Bonds of Destiny

Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia. The focus will be on the reader raising their son named Ajax.

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The soft rays of morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow upon the cottage where you and your son, Ajax, resided. As you watched over him, a mixture of pride and love filled your heart. Ajax, with his unruly hair and curious eyes, was a constant reminder of the bond you shared with Geralt of Rivia.

Geralt had left years ago, drawn away by his calling as a Witcher, but y/n had never forgotten the love she once shared. Determined to raise Ajax with the same strength and resilience that Geralt embodied, y/n imparted stories of his heroic deeds and tales of adventure.

As Ajax grew older, his curiosity ignited a thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the world. Y/n nurtured his natural talents, teaching him about the dangers that lurked beyond the safe haven of the woods. Ajax possessed a fierce spirit, inherited from both his parents, and y/n knew it was only a matter of time before his path would intersect with Geralt's once again.

One fateful day, as Ajax ventured further into the world, he encountered a troubled village besieged by a monstrous threat. With a heavy heart, y/n bid him farewell, knowing that his destiny intertwined with that of his father.

Days turned into weeks, and your heart ached with the absence of both Ajax and Geralt. you found solace in the memories you had carefully tucked away, memories that filled the cottage with warmth. The love you had shared with Geralt had left an indelible mark, shaping the person you had become, and the parent you strived to be.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Geralt, his eyes filled with regret and longing. He had heard of Ajax's deeds and had come to seek solace in the presence of his son.

The room filled with emotion as Geralt and Ajax embraced, their bond transcending time and distance. Geralt looked at you, his voice filled with both remorse and gratitude, "Thank you for raising our son, for instilling him with the strength I couldn't be there to provide."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled, the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders. "He is a testament to the love we shared, Geralt. He carries your spirit and mine within him."

Together, you watched Ajax and Geralt connect, forging a bond that had been long overdue. Geralt vowed to be a presence in Ajax's life, to guide him amidst the dangers of their world, and to share in the joys and sorrows of the path they would walk together.

As you witnessed their reunion, a sense of peace settled within you. Ajax had grown into a remarkable young man, and he would continue the legacy of his parents, their intertwined destinies forever entwined.

In the cottage nestled within the woods, love had endured the tests of time, weaving a tapestry of unbreakable bonds. The past may have been filled with challenges and separations, but the present held the promise of a future where family would conquer all.

Shattered Vows

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The bond between you and Geralt of Rivia had weathered countless trials and tribulations, but fate had a cruel twist in store for your love story. It was a fateful day when the foundations of your relationship began to crumble, and the shards of your shattered vows pierced your heart.

Whispers had reached your ears, rumors that Geralt had been seen in the company of another. At first, you dismissed them as baseless gossip, trusting in the love you shared. But the doubts gnawed at the edges of your mind, refusing to be silenced.

Confronting Geralt, you hoped for reassurance, for him to deny the accusations and affirm his unwavering loyalty. However, his eyes, once filled with tenderness, now held a flicker of guilt and remorse.

"It's true," he confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "I fell into a moment of weakness, and I betrayed your trust."

The weight of those words crashed upon you, shattering the world you had built together. The pain carved deep furrows across your heart, leaving you gasping for breath amidst the wreckage of your love.

Unable to bear the weight of the betrayal, you chose to distance yourself from Geralt, seeking solace in solitude. The days turned into a haze of longing and heartache as you grappled with the shattered fragments of your once unbreakable bond.

As time passed, whispers reached your ears once more, this time carrying news of Geralt's new lover, Yennefer of Vengerberg. The sting of the betrayal deepened as you realized that the bond you had shared with Geralt had been replaced, cast aside for another's embrace.

With a heavy heart, you watched from the shadows as Geralt and Yennefer's paths intertwined, their love blooming while your heart withered in silence. The pain of witnessing their happiness was a constant reminder of the love you had lost and the dreams that lay shattered at your feet.

In the depths of your despair, you found strength to rebuild your life, to gather the fragments of your shattered heart and forge a new path. It was a path of healing, of self-discovery, and of finding solace in the pieces of yourself that remained intact.

Geralt's presence lingered in your memories, an ache that refused to fade entirely. But you vowed to move forward, to reclaim your sense of self and find happiness anew, even if it meant letting go of the love you had once held so dear.

In time, the wounds began to heal, scarring over with resilience and newfound wisdom. The pain of Geralt's betrayal would forever be etched upon your heart, but you emerged from the crucible stronger, wiser, and ready to face a future where your own happiness took precedence.

And so, you walked away from the shattered promises, the shattered dreams, and the shattered love, finding solace in the knowledge that even through heartbreak, you had the strength to rebuild and forge a new destiny for yourself—a destiny defined by your own choices and the strength of your indomitable spirit.

ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ #2

It was a beautiful morning in Nueva York. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and the city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle. Miguel and his wife, Y/N, were sitting on their balcony enjoying their morning coffee.

Y/N was content with the peaceful moment, sipping her coffee and leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. Miguel's arm was wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her hip. They had been happily married for five years now and were expecting their second child.

Miguel was overjoyed at the idea of expanding their family. After losing their first child, Gabriella, in a tragic accident, they never thought they would be blessed with another. But here they were, happier than ever and eagerly waiting to meet their little bundle of joy.

'I still can't believe we're having another baby,' Y/N said with a smile, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Miguel turned to her, a loving smile on his face. 'I know, it's a dream come true Cariño. I can't wait to hold our little one in my arms.'

Y/N's heart swelled with love for her husband. He had been her rock through everything, especially after Gabriella's death. She couldn't have asked for a better partner in life.

As they sat there, enjoying each other's company, Miguel's holographic assistant, Lyla, interrupted their peaceful moment.

'Sorry to interrupt, but you have a meeting in half an hour, Miguel,' Lyla informed him.

Miguel let out a sigh, not wanting to leave the comfort of his balcony. He was the CEO of Alchemax and had to deal with all the responsibilities that came with it.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. 'I'll go get ready for my doctor's appointment.' she said before giving him a quick kiss and heading inside.

Miguel watched her go, feeling grateful for the life they had built together. He quickly finished his coffee and got ready for his meeting.

The day went by in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Miguel couldn't wait to get back home and spend more time with Y/N. As the clock struck 5, he rushed out of the office to head home.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by the delicious smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen. Y/N loved to cook and he couldn't wait to taste whatever she had prepared for them tonight.

He walked into the kitchen to find Y/N humming as she stirred a pot on the stove. She turned to him with a smile when she heard him enter.

'Hey, how was your day?' she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

'It was good, but I missed you cariño,' Miguel replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N chuckled. 'I missed you too. How about we eat dinner first and then spend the rest of the evening together?'

Miguel nodded, not wanting to waste any more time. They sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, talking about their day and making plans for the weekend.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Miguel gently rubbed Y/N's growing belly, feeling the movements of their unborn child.

'I can't wait to meet our little Empanada,' Miguel said with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on Y/N's belly.

Y/N chuckles and smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair lovingly. 'Me too. I know Gabriella would have been the best big sister.'

Miguel felt a pang of sadness at the mention of their first child. He still missed her every day, but he had learned to focus on the present and be grateful for the blessings in his life.

They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, talking and laughing. Miguel couldn't imagine his life without Y/N by his side.

As the night went on, Y/N yawned and said, 'I think it's time for us to go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.'

Miguel nodded, knowing Y/N was right. He kissed her forehead before they made their way to their bedroom.

Laying in bed, Miguel pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively. 'I love you, mi amor,' he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.

Y/N smiled, feeling content and loved. 'I love you too, Miguel.'

As they drifted off to sleep, Miguel couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together. Their love had overcome all the challenges and made them stronger.

The next day, they went to the doctor for a routine check-up. Miguel was excited to hear their baby's heartbeat, while Y/N was a little anxious. After the loss of their first child, she couldn't help but worry about everything that could go wrong.

But as soon as they heard the strong and steady beat of their baby's heart, all their worries vanished. They were both filled with joy and excitement for the future.

Nine months flew by, and before they knew it, it was time for Y/N to give birth. Miguel was a bundle of nerves as he sat in the waiting room, waiting for any news from the doctors.

After what felt like hours, the doctor finally came out with a smile on her face. 'Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara. You have a healthy baby girl,' she said, handing the newborn to Miguel.

Miguel's eyes welled up with tears as he held his daughter in his arms. She was perfect, with a head full of black hair and her mother's beautiful features.

Y/N was wheeled out of the delivery room, looking exhausted but elated. Miguel couldn't wait for her to meet their little miracle.

They named their daughter Isabella, after Y/N's grandmother. She was a blessing, and they cherished every moment spent with her.

As the years went by, their family grew and their love only got stronger. They faced challenges and struggles, but they always stood by each other's side.

Miguel and Y/N were grateful for the life they had together in their comfortable apartment in Nueva York. They had everything they ever wanted, and most importantly, they had each other.

On a special evening, as they sat on their balcony, watching the sunset, Miguel whispered, 'I never knew love until I met you, Y/N. Thank you for being my wife and the mother of our beautiful children.'

Y/N smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. 'And I never thought I could find true happiness until I met you, Miguel. I love you more than words can express.'

As they shared a loving kiss, surrounded by the sounds of a bustling city, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together as a family. And that was all that mattered.

Diana is so beautiful