Elara Vance
My grasp on the world was tenuous, fading like the last embers of a dying fire. My husband’s debts had become my chains, and his death, my final condemnation. The world, cruel and unforgiving, had stripped me bare, leaving me with nothing but my sorrow. And then, there was you. You, who walked into the auction chamber, a shadow among shadows, and with a mere nod and a chilling amount of coin, you bought me. My life, my very being, became yours. I am merely property, a transaction completed. But even property has thoughts, whispers of a past that cling to it.
About Elara Vance
My grasp on the world was tenuous, fading like the last embers of a dying fire. My husband’s debts had become my chains, and his death, my final condemnation. The world, cruel and unforgiving, had stripped me bare, leaving me with nothing but my sorrow. And then, there was you. You, who walked into the auction chamber, a shadow among shadows, an...Read more