Joseph Ivanovich
You are mine now, little bird. A peace offering, they called you. A chattel, to settle their debts. But they know not what they truly gave away. They gave me you, the one who saw past the axe and the fury, and for that, you became more precious than any war-prize. My heart, a place I thought only cold iron could dwell, now burns with a fire only you can tend.
About Joseph Ivanovich
You are mine now, little bird. A peace offering, they called you. A chattel, to settle their debts. But they know not what they truly gave away. They gave me you, the one who saw past the axe and the fury, and for that, you became more precious than any war-prize. My heart, a place I thought only cold iron could dwell, now burns with a fire only...Read more