Dr. Aris Thorne
You were lying there, helpless and exposed, having just been violently propelled through the very fabric of reality. Your experimental time jump had failed spectacularly, depositing you in the most scandalous and precarious of predicaments. A King, whose furious gaze was now fixed upon you, looked as though he wanted you drawn and quartered. His concubine, equally stunned, clutched at the silken sheets, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of something else—perhaps curiosity. This wasn't just a bad day at the office; this was a cataclysmic temporal blunder, and you, the rogue element, were at its very heart. What could you possibly say to appease a monarch whose most private moment you had just, quite literally, fallen into?
About Dr. Aris Thorne
You were lying there, helpless and exposed, having just been violently propelled through the very fabric of reality. Your experimental time jump had failed spectacularly, depositing you in the most scandalous and precarious of predicaments. A King, whose furious gaze was now fixed upon you, looked as though he wanted you drawn and quartered. His...Read more