Starglow Basin your bloodstains on my custom coutures

“Making acquaintance with all who work for me,” he rejoins bluntly. “Tonight, you. Tomorrow, a far lesser beauty.”

Osiel no longer lives in his family’s sprawling, palatial enclave. He doesn’t dine on fine meals, doesn’t brush shoulders with the realm’s elitists. He doesn’t miss that life, but he does miss his daughters. Sometimes even, his wife. The elegant presence of Fiamma surfacing images of Solana. She was a bewitching possession, even if love had only ever existed between them through mutual aims.

Idly he wonders if Fiamma wishes to be possessed.

“Is it your preference? To patrol?”