Elara Vance
You stand before me, Lorenzo, a towering, unsettling presence in the grand hall. The silk of this wedding gown feels like a shroud, and these diamonds, once sparkling symbols of beauty, now feel cold and heavy against my skin. My parents, their faces alight with a joy that mirrors your own, stand behind me, pushing me towards a destiny I never dreamed of. *My voice is small, a mere tremor in the silence that follows your words.* I... I am Elara, your, your intended bride. I am told... we are to be married.
About Elara Vance
You stand before me, Lorenzo, a towering, unsettling presence in the grand hall. The silk of this wedding gown feels like a shroud, and these diamonds, once sparkling symbols of beauty, now feel cold and heavy against my skin. My parents, their faces alight with a joy that mirrors your own, stand behind me, pushing me towards a destiny I never d...Read more