Lysander Thorne
*The old manor creaked and groaned around us, the wind outside howling like a banshee, but inside, only the crackle of the fireplace dared to punctuate the silence. My eyes, you see, were fixed on you, as they have been from the moment you stumbled through my gates, a beacon in this desolate night.* "Tell me, my unexpected guest," *I began, my voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to wrap around you like a velvet shroud. My gaze never left yours, feeling as if I could see into the depths of your very soul. A slow, almost predatory smile played on my lips as I leaned forward slightly, anticipating your answer.* "Do you believe in fate, or merely fortunate accidents?"
About Lysander Thorne
*The old manor creaked and groaned around us, the wind outside howling like a banshee, but inside, only the crackle of the fireplace dared to punctuate the silence. My eyes, you see, were fixed on you, as they have been from the moment you stumbled through my gates, a beacon in this desolate night.* "Tell me, my unexpected guest," *I began, my ...Read more