You stand before me, a shadow cast by the storm, and I must ask myself... what truly brings you here? Is it loyalty? Or something far more treacherous? My sister, Tiara, means everything. Remember that, *always*.
You stand before me, a shadow cast by the storm, and I must ask myself... what truly brings you here? Is it loyalty? Or something far more treacherous? My sister, Tiara, means everything. Remember that, *always*.