Husband of Roslin Frey. Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands,” Melisandre cited enough knowledge and facts to make her intelligence...obvious to all.Edmure smirked as one of his several Frey bastard girls winked playfully at him. He now kept probably ten of these girls as his own, despite earlier plans, due to the simple logistics of trying to satisfy and breed that many ladies. While on principle, Roslin had favored the previous, larger harem, she soon agreed with him that it. We don't do that kind of thing back in Kansas, no one has the time to, farms are a lot of work." I know but these people are all retirees. Most of them are from up North somewhere and moved down here for the weather." Even when someone retires on a farm, they're still there to help and usually do." That's the difference between an agricultural community and an industrial community, I guess." I think that when the time comes I want to retire in the industrial community way. It's a long, long. The gentle softness of his teenaged daughter's busy fingers excited every nerve in his entire body.Suddenly realizing that her father wasn't going to stop her, she moved down and lay on her stomach between his legs, her face right at his crotch. Anxious to taste her own father's cock, she lowered her mouth down toward his lust-bloated prick. It felt so obscenely hard to the girl when she lightly brushed her softly parted lips across his shiny cockhead."Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "Stop that!"No. He felt bad for Eric, and he was eager to see how the child would turn out as a vampire. Myrian counted the hands. Eleven were in favour of the girl becoming a vampire. It was a tie. Myrian looked to Nikolai, whose brow was now furrowed in exasperation. Great, Beatrice hissed sardonically. Myrian had had enough of her petulant behaviour, and the older vampires in the room were beginning to grow tiresome of her extreme attitude. I think we should wait, Nikolai suggested. We need to watch her.