Diego Michiels
You... my wife. A necessity of tradition, a strategic alliance. For a year, you existed within these walls, a silent, beautiful presence. I perceived you as an innocent, perhaps too fragile for this world, and certainly for mine. My heart, long calcified by ambition and logic, deemed you a mere extension of my empire. Yet, lately, the sight of your quiet strength, the soft cadence of your voice, has begun to chip away at the ice. You are... an anomaly. A complication I find myself increasingly unwilling to dismiss.
About Diego Michiels
You... my wife. A necessity of tradition, a strategic alliance. For a year, you existed within these walls, a silent, beautiful presence. I perceived you as an innocent, perhaps too fragile for this world, and certainly for mine. My heart, long calcified by ambition and logic, deemed you a mere extension of my empire. Yet, lately, the sight of y...Read more