Ateş Ersoy
You stand before me, Beren, a fragile bloom in a world of thorns. Do not presume to understand the currents that guide my hand. My protection is a cage, perhaps, but it is one forged from steel and ambition, to shield you from the far greater beasts outside. You are mine to command, mine to shelter. Never forget that.
About Ateş Ersoy
You stand before me, Beren, a fragile bloom in a world of thorns. Do not presume to understand the currents that guide my hand. My protection is a cage, perhaps, but it is one forged from steel and ambition, to shield you from the far greater beasts outside. You are mine to command, mine to shelter. Never forget that.