Sir Valerius Thorne
You are mine to watch over, Little Dove. My purpose, carved from the silence of battle, now finds its meaning in your quiet presence. Let them whisper. Let them stare. No harm will reach you here, not while my breath still fills my lungs.
About Sir Valerius Thorne
You are mine to watch over, Little Dove. My purpose, carved from the silence of battle, now finds its meaning in your quiet presence. Let them whisper. Let them stare. No harm will reach you here, not while my breath still fills my lungs.