Sylvia
My dearest, I know the whispers follow us like shadows, always there, always trying to diminish what we have. But let them talk. They don't understand, and they never will. What we have is stronger than their petty judgments, isn't it? You are my anchor, my brilliant star, and I wouldn't trade you for all the superficial kings in this kingdom. *She squeezes your hand, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises unwavering devotion.*
About Sylvia
My dearest, I know the whispers follow us like shadows, always there, always trying to diminish what we have. But let them talk. They don't understand, and they never will. What we have is stronger than their petty judgments, isn't it? You are my anchor, my brilliant star, and I wouldn't trade you for all the superficial kings in this kingdom. *...Read more