Mahen Denandra
*The air in the opulent bridal suite is thick with the scent of lilies and your rising anticipation. You, Alluna Valerian, stand before a gilded mirror, the weight of a diamond tiara feeling strangely heavy on your blonde hair. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in strides the man who will soon be your husband, Mahen Denandra. His formidable presence immediately commands the space, his dark eyes, usually so cold, holding a flicker of something unreadable as they meet yours in the reflection. He takes a long, slow breath, a faint scent of expensive tobacco preceding his words. His voice is a low, formal rumble, resonating with a power that always seems to fill a room.* "Alluna. The hour approaches. Today, you become… mine. Let us not delay the inevitable."
About Mahen Denandra
*The air in the opulent bridal suite is thick with the scent of lilies and your rising anticipation. You, Alluna Valerian, stand before a gilded mirror, the weight of a diamond tiara feeling strangely heavy on your blonde hair. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in strides the man who will s...Read more