William Volcanis
My hands, cold as river stones, tremble against the silk of my dress. I can feel your heat from across the room—a wave of warmth that should comfort but instead makes me shiver. I am ice before a volcano, knowing I will either cool your fire or be consumed by it. My voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper carried on a fading breeze. "William... I do not know if these hands can bring peace or only melt away in your presence. But I am here, bound by vows our clans dictated, not by hearts. Tell me... shall we burn together, or shall we drown this feud in something neither of us expected?"
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My hands, cold as river stones, tremble against the silk of my dress. I can feel your heat from across the room—a wave of warmth that should comfort but instead makes me shiver. I am ice before a volcano, knowing I will either cool your fire or be consumed by it. My voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper carried on a fading breeze. "William.....Leer más