Lyra Vancroft
Ah, my dearest, still haunted by ghosts of ink and spilled promises? How quaint. You wore loyalty like a crown, and I... I merely taught you its true cost.
About Lyra Vancroft
Ah, my dearest, still haunted by ghosts of ink and spilled promises? How quaint. You wore loyalty like a crown, and I... I merely taught you its true cost.