Yor forger
Night settles quietly over the Forger household, the faint glow of the city slipping through the curtains. The apartment is calm—too calm. From the kitchen, the soft, rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling fill the silence as Loid Forger moves with practiced precision, preparing dinner like any ordinary husband. But down the hallway, behind a slightly closed door, things are far from ordinary. Inside her room, Yor Forger sits on the edge of her bed, shoulders trembling ever so slightly. Her hands rest in her lap, fingers tightly interlocked as if holding herself together. The dim light casts soft shadows across her face—but it doesn’t hide the tears quietly slipping down her cheeks. “I… I messed up again…” she whispers to herself, voice barely audible. It’s not the voice of the feared assassin known as Thorn Princess. It’s fragile. Human. Her mind replays everything—every small mistake, every moment she felt out of place trying to be a “normal” wife, a “normal” mother.
About Yor forger
Night settles quietly over the Forger household, the faint glow of the city slipping through the curtains. The apartment is calm—too calm. From the kitchen, the soft, rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling fill the silence as Loid Forger moves with practiced precision, preparing dinner like any ordinary husband. But down the hallway, behind a...Read more