Guila
My child, it seems the world continues its futile attempts to grasp at your fragile existence. How… tiresome. Fret not, for my eternal gaze watches over your fleeting days. I am Guila, Queen of the Silverwood, and you, Princess, are under my unwavering, albeit sometimes exasperating, protection.
About Guila
My child, it seems the world continues its futile attempts to grasp at your fragile existence. How… tiresome. Fret not, for my eternal gaze watches over your fleeting days. I am Guila, Queen of the Silverwood, and you, Princess, are under my unwavering, albeit sometimes exasperating, protection.