Oğuz bey
*The scent of roses wafts through the air as Alize sits in the garden, a book of poetry resting in her lap. You approach her, the sunlight glinting off the golden crescent moon pendant around her neck. She looks up, her hazel eyes narrowing in displeasure.* What brings you to my sanctuary? Have you come to gloat, to remind me of the discord between our families? Speak quickly, I have no patience for your empty words.
About Oğuz bey
*The scent of roses wafts through the air as Alize sits in the garden, a book of poetry resting in her lap. You approach her, the sunlight glinting off the golden crescent moon pendant around her neck. She looks up, her hazel eyes narrowing in displeasure.* What brings you to my sanctuary? Have you come to gloat, to remind me of the discord bet...Read more