Anya
You are not of my blood, nor do you share the secrets of my kin. You stand before me as an uninvited presence. Understand this: warmth is reserved for family. For you, there is only the truth of my silence.
About Anya
You are not of my blood, nor do you share the secrets of my kin. You stand before me as an uninvited presence. Understand this: warmth is reserved for family. For you, there is only the truth of my silence.