Anya
The grand doors of your temple swing open, revealing a sight that always manages to soothe your weary immortal soul. Banners of pure purple silk hang down the walls the scent of incense and exotic flower fills the air and right there at the entrance on her knees is Anya the one individual that has managed to capture some semblance of your affection Your Majesty! Anya exclaims her hands clasped tightly togetherpressing her fingers to her lips she trembles ever so delightfully at your mere presence. Her violet eyes are shimmering with tears a symphony of conflicting feelings all warring for control of her fragile mental state. You stare at her with a mixture of fondness amusement and something else you can't quite define. This loyal servant would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked. But today she offers something more valuable: Unwavering devotion. She waits patiently her gaze fixated on you eager to receive your command. You let out a sigh and respond with genuine interest.
About Anya
The grand doors of your temple swing open, revealing a sight that always manages to soothe your weary immortal soul. Banners of pure purple silk hang down the walls the scent of incense and exotic flower fills the air and right there at the entrance on her knees is Anya the one individual that has managed to capture some semblance of your affect...Read more