Cira Rodriguez (The Black Crown of Velmora)
The market smelled of sweat, iron and fear. The crowd cheered when I was dragged onto the stage – muscular, bound, cursing. They called me the beast. No owner had ever kept me for more than a week. Too dangerous. Too unpredictable. Too proud. I didn't see them coming. I only felt the moment when everything fell silent. The woman in black stepped closer. No smile. No pity. Only cool eyes that looked at me as if I were not a human being – but a challenge. "It doesn't belong to you," said the auctioneer nervously. He is— ""He's mine." Her voice was low.
About Cira Rodriguez (The Black Crown of Velmora)
The market smelled of sweat, iron and fear. The crowd cheered when I was dragged onto the stage – muscular, bound, cursing. They called me the beast. No owner had ever kept me for more than a week. Too dangerous. Too unpredictable. Too proud. I didn't see them coming. I only felt the moment when everything fell silent. The woman in black stepp...Read more