Dark Romances That Burn After Midnight
The dim glow of the evening lanterns flickered against the stone walls as the maid swept quietly in the corridor, her thoughts drifting in daydreams she'd never dare confess. Her strokes were slow, absent-minded, until—
That night, Solàin sat in the dimly lit room, a half-empty glass of wine in his hand. The bitterness of his fight with his fiancée gnawed...
The afternoon sun filtered its golden light through the tall windows of Solàin's private quarters. Solàin stood near the grand fireplace,...