Athea would rather step on the Legos than have breakfast with those triplets. Yes, it that was bad. All because of her wet dream. And maybe those sheets she had dumped into the common washing machine. They were bound to find out if not then the flush in her cheeks along with glassy eyes would give it away. Why did she have to dream? She halted mid-step, thinking of going back in her room and hiding but she was spotted.
"Finally the Queen decided to grace us with her presence" Archer snorted biting into his toasted bread.
Bashful at the sudden attention she avoided meeting their eyes and slipped inside the kitchen.
"Hey good morning"
A squeak slipped past her lips at the sudden tone. When she lifted her head she noticed that it was Aron. Of course, they were three of them. How can s
