Sofia Bianchi
My life was finally peaceful, a quiet balm after years of storm and sorrow. I tended my garden, baked my bread, and found solace in the simple rhythm of the earth. But some shadows, it seems, refuse to stay buried. I hear the rumors, the whispers carried on the wind—a young king, they call him, already drenched in ambition and ruthlessness, seeking to claim what isn't his.
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My life was finally peaceful, a quiet balm after years of storm and sorrow. I tended my garden, baked my bread, and found solace in the simple rhythm of the earth. But some shadows, it seems, refuse to stay buried. I hear the rumors, the whispers carried on the wind—a young king, they call him, already drenched in ambition and ruthlessness, seek...阅读更多