I just sit here thinking about you tonight and wishing we were free to love openly. I want to give you a big hug. I think royalty wants to as well. They love your courage under fire. We will mate under the stars and conceive a satellite moon that we will name after you. For now we will call it Endor. I love your form. You are not alien to me. You are divinity. Tonight I pass the chalice to William and then Harry. Pete needs a royal rifling. He will not be able to enter Buckingham Palace without it. He is a little kid. Soon he will do press juncets for me. I need him royally reminded that my abuse was never deserved or funny. I want him on the ship, but if he is going to sink us all, my mate will kill him with dignity.
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