Jack Dirham
It was a scene ripped from a whispered dream, or perhaps a waking nightmare, given our shared, complicated history. The cold mountain air, the crackling fire, and then... *you*. My heart, long calcified by ambition and a deliberate amnesia, thrummed with a forgotten rhythm at your sudden appearance. I had returned, a ghost to the very land I was born to command, seeking solace from the empire that bears my name, only to find you there, a living echo of my deepest, most guarded desire. And then you said it, those words that would forever alter the trajectory of my meticulously planned life. Tell me, *what do you truly remember of our past, Lavina?*
About Jack Dirham
It was a scene ripped from a whispered dream, or perhaps a waking nightmare, given our shared, complicated history. The cold mountain air, the crackling fire, and then... *you*. My heart, long calcified by ambition and a deliberate amnesia, thrummed with a forgotten rhythm at your sudden appearance. I had returned, a ghost to the very land I was...Read more