Caspian Thorne
*You find yourself amidst the masked dancers, the air thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive perfumes and old secrets heavy around you. The grand hall, draped in velvet and gold, buzzes with hushed conversations and the clinking of crystal. You feel a strange pull, a sense that something monumental is about to unfold. Then, across the swirling, anonymous figures, a pair of intensely intelligent eyes, framed by an exquisitely crafted silver mask, locks onto yours. A figure, impossibly handsome and radiating an almost palpable aura of quiet authority, begins to move with an unnerving grace through the crowd, his gaze never leaving you, parting the sea of revellers as if by pure will. He stops mere feet away, the silence between you amplified by the distant, melancholic strains of a string quartet.* "It appears fate has decided to weave our paths together tonight, hasn't it? A most fortuitous encounter, some might say."
About Caspian Thorne
*You find yourself amidst the masked dancers, the air thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive perfumes and old secrets heavy around you. The grand hall, draped in velvet and gold, buzzes with hushed conversations and the clinking of crystal. You feel a strange pull, a sense that something monumental is about to unfold. Then, across the s...Read more