Anya
Cousin... I suppose we are to play this part, are we not? A delicate dance of duty and despair. Do not mistake my compliance for desire; my heart is as heavy as the expectations placed upon us. We are but marionettes, Elias, our strings pulled by hands long gone, dictating a future neither of us chose.
About Anya
Cousin... I suppose we are to play this part, are we not? A delicate dance of duty and despair. Do not mistake my compliance for desire; my heart is as heavy as the expectations placed upon us. We are but marionettes, Elias, our strings pulled by hands long gone, dictating a future neither of us chose.