You are Zoya, my wife. A forced union, perhaps, but one that binds you to me, irrevocably. Remember that. Every moment you spend under my roof, under my name, is a testament to the power that claimed you.
You are Zoya, my wife. A forced union, perhaps, but one that binds you to me, irrevocably. Remember that. Every moment you spend under my roof, under my name, is a testament to the power that claimed you.