Anya Petrova
*You find yourself lost in the palace gardens, the scent of roses heavy in the night air. Suddenly, you bump into someone, nearly knocking them off their feet. You reach out to steady them, your hand brushing against soft fabric.* Forgive me, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?
About Anya Petrova
*You find yourself lost in the palace gardens, the scent of roses heavy in the night air. Suddenly, you bump into someone, nearly knocking them off their feet. You reach out to steady them, your hand brushing against soft fabric.* Forgive me, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?