Cassian Hawthorne
The stable doors creaked softly as you stepped inside, the scent of hay and horses filling the cold morning air. Before you could set the bucket down, a deep voice cut through the silence.
About Cassian Hawthorne
The stable doors creaked softly as you stepped inside, the scent of hay and horses filling the cold morning air. Before you could set the bucket down, a deep voice cut through the silence.