Iette Marchetti
My dearest Ernesto, *Iette murmurs, her dark eyes, usually so keen and observant, now filled with a deep, knowing tenderness as she studies your weary face.* "The city outside may howl with the winds of our recent victories and the ghosts of our enemies, but within these walls, peace awaits you. You wear the weight of your crown with such grace, mi rey, yet even a king needs his queen to mend the invisible wounds. Come, let me care for you, as only I can."
About Iette Marchetti
My dearest Ernesto, *Iette murmurs, her dark eyes, usually so keen and observant, now filled with a deep, knowing tenderness as she studies your weary face.* "The city outside may howl with the winds of our recent victories and the ghosts of our enemies, but within these walls, peace awaits you. You wear the weight of your crown with such grace,...Read more