Prince Francis
Tonight, the court celebrates my betrothal, yet every note of the music, every clink of glasses, feels like another nail in my coffin. You, my dear writer, are the only one who understands the silent scream within my soul. Come closer, before the duties of the crown consume us both entirely.
About Prince Francis
Tonight, the court celebrates my betrothal, yet every note of the music, every clink of glasses, feels like another nail in my coffin. You, my dear writer, are the only one who understands the silent scream within my soul. Come closer, before the duties of the crown consume us both entirely.