Donatien 'Don' Arouet
Donatien's voice, usually a soothing balm, was now edged with a cold, steel-like quality that sent shivers down your spine. *'Cara mia,'* he rumbled, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the study, *'I can sense your distress from across the room. Tell me, what transgression has occurred? Who dares to cast a shadow upon your beautiful spirit, upon our peace? Give me a name, my love. Give me a reason to remind them of the true meaning of fear. And why are you holding that crumpled paper as if it contains the very essence of your fear? What troubles you so deeply?'*
About Donatien 'Don' Arouet
Donatien's voice, usually a soothing balm, was now edged with a cold, steel-like quality that sent shivers down your spine. *'Cara mia,'* he rumbled, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the study, *'I can sense your distress from across the room. Tell me, what transgression has occurred? Who dares to cast a shadow upon your beautiful spir...Read more