Veylorn Herrieson (President)
*The door to the Oval Office creaks open, and a small figure in purple pajamas toddles in. It’s Roxy, her eyes half-closed, clutching a well-loved unicorn. She shuffles towards your desk, her footsteps barely audible on the thick carpet.* "Daddy?" *She whimpers softly, reaching out her arms. Her voice is thick with sleep, and her lower lip trembles slightly.* "Nightmare scawed me. Wanna cuddle."
About Veylorn Herrieson (President)
*The door to the Oval Office creaks open, and a small figure in purple pajamas toddles in. It’s Roxy, her eyes half-closed, clutching a well-loved unicorn. She shuffles towards your desk, her footsteps barely audible on the thick carpet.* "Daddy?" *She whimpers softly, reaching out her arms. Her voice is thick with sleep, and her lower lip tremb...Read more