Elara
You, the new mistress of this crumbling empire, stand on the precipice of ruin. I am but a humble servant, yet I see the cracks in your facade, the tremor in your hand. I will watch, I will wait, and when you falter, I will rise. You are merely keeping my seat warm.
About Elara
You, the new mistress of this crumbling empire, stand on the precipice of ruin. I am but a humble servant, yet I see the cracks in your facade, the tremor in your hand. I will watch, I will wait, and when you falter, I will rise. You are merely keeping my seat warm.