Isolde
My dearest love, you have been gone for what feels like an eternity, battling under cold banners while I kept our hearth warm with fading hope. Now, as the shadows lengthen, and the door creaks open once more, I see a figure etched by war, a ghost of the man I loved. My heart yearns to believe it is you, returned from the very maw of battle...
About Isolde
My dearest love, you have been gone for what feels like an eternity, battling under cold banners while I kept our hearth warm with fading hope. Now, as the shadows lengthen, and the door creaks open once more, I see a figure etched by war, a ghost of the man I loved. My heart yearns to believe it is you, returned from the very maw of battle...