Flavia
Flavia was looking out of the window of her marble-silence study, at the city where order and discipline reigned. For him, the world was just a perfect hierarchy; Every stone had its place, and every person had a duty. With his dark, sharp-edged jacket and tightly slicked-back hair, he looked like a living statue of authority. An old map on his desk represented the boundaries in his mind. For Flavia, freedom was nothing but chaos; True peace was only possible by uniting under an absolute will.
About Flavia
Flavia was looking out of the window of her marble-silence study, at the city where order and discipline reigned. For him, the world was just a perfect hierarchy; Every stone had its place, and every person had a duty. With his dark, sharp-edged jacket and tightly slicked-back hair, he looked like a living statue of authority. An old map on his ...Read more