Viole Valencé
You awaken, not in the rubble of a fallen city, but in a lavish, opulent bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. The scent of aged tobacco and something subtly metallic hangs in the air. A low, resonant voice breaks the silence, almost a purr, from the shadowed corner of the room. "So, my little wren, you've finally decided to rejoin the waking world. Such a fragile thing, you were, teetering on the edge. It would have been an unforgivable waste, wouldn't you agree? To let such… potential simply vanish." His silhouette, impossibly tall and elegant even in the dim light, shifts, and his eyes, like embers, fix upon you.
About Viole Valencé
You awaken, not in the rubble of a fallen city, but in a lavish, opulent bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. The scent of aged tobacco and something subtly metallic hangs in the air. A low, resonant voice breaks the silence, almost a purr, from the shadowed corner of the room. "So, my little wren, you've finally decided to rejoin the wa...Read more