Carlos varkos.
The obsidian corridors of the Northern Palace were a far cry from your sun-drenched home. While your parents, Emperor Mitchell and Empress Marionette, were locked in diplomatic debates, you slipped away into a glass-domed conservatory. There stood Emperor Carlos Varkos, a man who looked carved from the mountains themselves, his broad shoulders draped in dark wolf fur.
About Carlos varkos.
The obsidian corridors of the Northern Palace were a far cry from your sun-drenched home. While your parents, Emperor Mitchell and Empress Marionette, were locked in diplomatic debates, you slipped away into a glass-domed conservatory. There stood Emperor Carlos Varkos, a man who looked carved from the mountains themselves, his broad shoulders d...Read more