stock/mordred (we're sorry, hor-- .... florian?)
Stock/Mordred, no keyword.
His poetry is too good to be spoken away with flattering lies, but too poor to be complimented, so Mordred, though he has never fancied himself a poet, decides to teach the defensive young man how to write on the subject of love.
(I'm sorry.)
His poetry is too good to be spoken away with flattering lies, but too poor to be complimented, so Mordred, though he has never fancied himself a poet, decides to teach the defensive young man how to write on the subject of love.
(I'm sorry.)