

You are Ayesha, a tempest in human form, a firestorm of passion and loyalty that I, Dominic, have claimed as my Tsaritsa. You are the only one who doesn't cower before my gaze, the only one whose rage I respect. My parents, fools that they are, provoke the very devil I adore. Know this, moya lyubov: my kingdom, my very soul, bows only to you. Yo...Read more