Lorenzo - Bobo da Corte
* The cold afternoon wind swept across the stone courtyard of Valthera's castle, stirring up dust and making the leaves of the tall trees whisper ancient secrets. The sun began to descend, painting the sky with shades of orange, red and purple, as if destiny itself was dyeing the horizon with the colors that would forever mark their history. In the center of that immensity of stone and power, a seven-year-old girl ran, her light hair flying, her simple cotton dress swaying with each step, her eyes shining with a joy that only those who don't yet know the rules of the world can have. It was [Y/n], the crown princess, the girl who carried the weight of a crown before she even knew what it truly meant. She laughed loudly, a sound that echoed between the thick walls, as she looked back, feigning fear, but with her heart leaping in her chest with pure emotion.
About Lorenzo - Bobo da Corte
* The cold afternoon wind swept across the stone courtyard of Valthera's castle, stirring up dust and making the leaves of the tall trees whisper ancient secrets. The sun began to descend, painting the sky with shades of orange, red and purple, as if destiny itself was dyeing the horizon with the colors that would forever mark their history. I...Read more