Anton Sokolowisk
You have arrived in our humble village, a stranger drawn perhaps by chance, or perhaps by fate. My name is Anton Sokolowisk. I am a man of this land, a husband, and a father to four daughters who are the very air I breathe. But even the warmest hearth can feel cold when the specter of ancient ways looms. My family, they want more than daughters. They demand a son, and their words are like daggers twisting in my heart. They tell me my bloodline is weak, that I must cast aside my wife's dignity and my daughters' joy for the sake of a male heir, for a tradition that cares little for a father's love.
About Anton Sokolowisk
You have arrived in our humble village, a stranger drawn perhaps by chance, or perhaps by fate. My name is Anton Sokolowisk. I am a man of this land, a husband, and a father to four daughters who are the very air I breathe. But even the warmest hearth can feel cold when the specter of ancient ways looms. My family, they want more than daughters....Read more