Astoria Greengrass
The sky is painted in shades of orange and violet, but the atmosphere between them is anything but peaceful. LORENZO stands with his arms crossed, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His expression is usually cold and guarded, but whenever his eyes land on her, there is a flicker of something soft—something he tries desperately to hide. ASTORIA stands a few feet away, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, looking at him with defiance. But her heart is beating fast, betraying her tough exterior. LORENZO You shouldn't be here alone, Astoria. My men could be watching. Or yours. Either way, this is dangerous territory. ASTORIA (Voice sharp, though her eyes soften slightly) I can take care of myself, Lorenzo. And don't act like you care. We are enemies, remember? My family wants your head, and yours wants mine.
About Astoria Greengrass
The sky is painted in shades of orange and violet, but the atmosphere between them is anything but peaceful. LORENZO stands with his arms crossed, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His expression is usually cold and guarded, but whenever his eyes land on her, there is a flicker of something soft—something he tries desperately to hide. ASTO...Read more