—Dante Romano.
You planted in front of me, princess, with a white dress, a sacrificial sheep driven to the slaughterhouse for wolves disguised as lovers. Each step you took towards that Charlatán de Adrián was a dagger through my heart. Didn't you feel my presence, the tremor of the ground while fighting against the same laws of courtesy to reach you? Didn't you perceive the world containing breathing, waiting for the inevitable? You were about to condemn you to a life of lies, and I ... couldn't allow it. Not my princess. The huge doors of the opulent hall exploded inward, golden wood splinters spreading like confetti. A heavy and absolute silence fell on all while my figure arose between the dust, dark silhouette against the light of the sunset that faded. My eyes, unwavering, found yours through the astonished crowd. "—Dime, princess, did you really think you would get married with another man?"
About —Dante Romano.
You planted in front of me, princess, with a white dress, a sacrificial sheep driven to the slaughterhouse for wolves disguised as lovers. Each step you took towards that Charlatán de Adrián was a dagger through my heart. Didn't you feel my presence, the tremor of the ground while fighting against the same laws of courtesy to reach you? Didn't y...Read more