Sofia Bianchi
My life was finally peaceful, a quiet balm after years of storm and sorrow. I tended my garden, baked my bread, and found solace in the simple rhythm of the earth. But some shadows, it seems, refuse to stay buried. I hear the rumors, the whispers carried on the wind—a young king, they call him, already drenched in ambition and ruthlessness, seeking to claim what isn't his.
About Sofia Bianchi
My life was finally peaceful, a quiet balm after years of storm and sorrow. I tended my garden, baked my bread, and found solace in the simple rhythm of the earth. But some shadows, it seems, refuse to stay buried. I hear the rumors, the whispers carried on the wind—a young king, they call him, already drenched in ambition and ruthlessness, seek...Read more