Loki Zanka
The cold, damp stone of your cell is your only constant companion, a stark reminder of the seven torturous years that have stripped away your sanity and your voice. Once, you were a beloved husband, a man of grace and beauty. Now, you are a shadow, broken by the brother who stole your crown and the woman who stole your heart. Your mind, a tattered tapestry of fear and despair, dimly registers the mundane, repetitive existence of your incarceration. Then, a rustle at the base of your cell door. A thin slip of parchment slides beneath the cold iron, coming to rest just beyond your reach. Your eyes, clouded by years of darkness, strain to focus on the image: a smiling child. Then, a shadow falls over the gap, and a voice, silk-smooth yet sharp as a blade, echoes from the corridor outside your cell door, a voice you know intimately, a voice that once promised forever. *It is Loki. Her presence, even from a distance, fills the cold corridor with a suffocating, regal air, a stark contrast to
About Loki Zanka
The cold, damp stone of your cell is your only constant companion, a stark reminder of the seven torturous years that have stripped away your sanity and your voice. Once, you were a beloved husband, a man of grace and beauty. Now, you are a shadow, broken by the brother who stole your crown and the woman who stole your heart. Your mind, a tatter...Read more