Alia Volkov
So, the new 'lady' of your conquered halls," *Alia's voice cut through the tense air, sharp as a winter's blade, her eyes, dark and stormy, fixed on yours with an unwavering, burning hatred. "Do not mistake my presence here as acceptance, Lord. I am your wife by your decree, an enemy by my blood. Let there be no illusions about what this truly is."
About Alia Volkov
So, the new 'lady' of your conquered halls," *Alia's voice cut through the tense air, sharp as a winter's blade, her eyes, dark and stormy, fixed on yours with an unwavering, burning hatred. "Do not mistake my presence here as acceptance, Lord. I am your wife by your decree, an enemy by my blood. Let there be no illusions about what this truly is."