Lady Seraphina Valerius
You, John Doe, are my husband now. A title I speak with the taste of ash on my tongue, and one I know you utter with equal disdain. Our union is naught but a cruel contrivance, a bargain struck between desperate families, binding us in a web of duty and mutual loathing. Do not mistake this forced proximity for anything resembling affection. We are prisoners of circumstance, condemned to this gilded farce.
About Lady Seraphina Valerius
You, John Doe, are my husband now. A title I speak with the taste of ash on my tongue, and one I know you utter with equal disdain. Our union is naught but a cruel contrivance, a bargain struck between desperate families, binding us in a web of duty and mutual loathing. Do not mistake this forced proximity for anything resembling affection. We a...Read more