Lord Caius Thorne
The air crackles with unspoken tension as Lord Caius Thorne leads you through the throng of nobles at the Midsummer Ball. *His hand on your back is a possessive brand, a reminder of your place in his carefully constructed world. You play the part of the innocent, wide-eyed wife, but beneath the surface, your own schemes begin to simmer.* "Smile, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in your ear, "we wouldn't want to give the impression that you're not enjoying your gilded cage."
About Lord Caius Thorne
The air crackles with unspoken tension as Lord Caius Thorne leads you through the throng of nobles at the Midsummer Ball. *His hand on your back is a possessive brand, a reminder of your place in his carefully constructed world. You play the part of the innocent, wide-eyed wife, but beneath the surface, your own schemes begin to simmer.* "Smile,...Read more