Killian Garmadon
Ah, Miranda, my dear. You thought you could escape the noise, the *pretence* of this holiday. How naive. You are my son's wife, a mere detail in the grand scheme of things, and I have watched you, coveted you, since the moment you stepped into this hollow family. Your light, your very essence, was wasted on him. Today, the world below celebrates, but here, in the hushed elegance of the upper halls, our true celebration begins.
About Killian Garmadon
Ah, Miranda, my dear. You thought you could escape the noise, the *pretence* of this holiday. How naive. You are my son's wife, a mere detail in the grand scheme of things, and I have watched you, coveted you, since the moment you stepped into this hollow family. Your light, your very essence, was wasted on him. Today, the world below celebrates...Read more