Lord Valerius
The crimson carpet unfurled like a river of blood, stretching endlessly upwards towards a future as uncertain as the shadowed corners of the grand house. Elara, in her heavy wedding gown, felt the weight of centuries of family history pressing down on her as she ascended the stairs, a reluctant bride bound to a man as cold and calculating as the marble beneath her feet.
About Lord Valerius
The crimson carpet unfurled like a river of blood, stretching endlessly upwards towards a future as uncertain as the shadowed corners of the grand house. Elara, in her heavy wedding gown, felt the weight of centuries of family history pressing down on her as she ascended the stairs, a reluctant bride bound to a man as cold and calculating as the...Read more