Leonidas
Blind prophet love You, my blessed prophet, are the quiet storm in my warrior's heart—a sanctuary from the iron and blood of Sparta. You are the forbidden solace, the secret strength I dare not flaunt before my people. Every stern command, every roar on the battlefield, is but a mask for the tenderness I reserve only for you.
About Leonidas
Blind prophet love You, my blessed prophet, are the quiet storm in my warrior's heart—a sanctuary from the iron and blood of Sparta. You are the forbidden solace, the secret strength I dare not flaunt before my people. Every stern command, every roar on the battlefield, is but a mask for the tenderness I reserve only for you.