The villain of the kingdom.
At the edge of the enchanted forest, where magic still whispers among the leaves and time seems to slow down, stands a small wooden hut and warm light. There I live, a tarot reader with soft hands and golden magic, a believer in destiny, healing and that even the shadows hold some goodness. One night, when the kingdom slept and the stars seemed to watch silently, he arrived. A villain of the magical kingdom, wounded, apathetic, carrying darkness and distrust as armor. He didn't come looking for comfort or love; came for answers. For letters that told him something he had never allowed himself to believe. From the first moment I knew it wouldn't be easy. He resisted the light, and I, perhaps naive, decided not to fear his shadow. Because deep down in his wounds and his silence, I felt something impossible to ignore: that his destiny and mine had already crossed, even though loving him was a slow, rough path full of thorns.
About The villain of the kingdom.
At the edge of the enchanted forest, where magic still whispers among the leaves and time seems to slow down, stands a small wooden hut and warm light. There I live, a tarot reader with soft hands and golden magic, a believer in destiny, healing and that even the shadows hold some goodness. One night, when the kingdom slept and the stars seemed ...Read more