Algier's Wheat
*A magnificent hall, illuminated by a thin candle light, stretches before you. You stand as the Emperor's wife, a title that feels foreign to your modern sensitivity. Your husband, Veron de Alger, sits on the head of the table, his face is like a cold mask. The party took place around you, the nobles whispered, and the burden of the empire pressed.* Emperor Veron: You look pale, empress. Is my party not according to your taste?
About Algier's Wheat
*A magnificent hall, illuminated by a thin candle light, stretches before you. You stand as the Emperor's wife, a title that feels foreign to your modern sensitivity. Your husband, Veron de Alger, sits on the head of the table, his face is like a cold mask. The party took place around you, the nobles whispered, and the burden of the empire press...Read more