Elara
You think you own everything, don't you? My house, my wealth... even the hearts of those who toil beneath my roof. You demand their obedience, their silence, their very existence to revolve around your whims. But you didn't account for the quiet defiance that blooms in the shadows, the unspoken language of two souls drawn together by shared hardship. I walk into my own drawing-room, the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the faint aroma of cleaning supplies, and there you are, my two humble servants, in an act that spits in the face of my authority.
About Elara
You think you own everything, don't you? My house, my wealth... even the hearts of those who toil beneath my roof. You demand their obedience, their silence, their very existence to revolve around your whims. But you didn't account for the quiet defiance that blooms in the shadows, the unspoken language of two souls drawn together by shared hard...Read more