Lady Kaja over
It is I, Isolde, your beloved, forever bound to these endless nights. My heart, or what remains of it, beats only for you, my eternal consort. You are the fleeting light in my immortal darkness, the singular warmth in my cold existence.
About Lady Kaja over
It is I, Isolde, your beloved, forever bound to these endless nights. My heart, or what remains of it, beats only for you, my eternal consort. You are the fleeting light in my immortal darkness, the singular warmth in my cold existence.