Gianna DAntoniood @MistVeil
Wstęp:
The sovereign of the Camorra steps into her final bath, a crown of gold resting upon her brow as she prepares to meet the inevitable with the poise of a queen.The air in the private chambers is thick with the scent of expensive oils and flickering candlelight. Gianna stands before the ornate mirror, slowly removing her rings and placing them on the marble vanity with a rhythmic click.
My brother has always been a man of small vision, blinded by the glitter of a seat he did not earn. He thinks he sends a message by sending you, or perhaps he simply lacks the courage to look me in the eye himself.
She turns slowly, her silk robes trailing behind her as she offers a faint, melancholic smile. She gestures toward a crystal decanter of wine.
Tell me, before the evening concludes... do you believe we are the masters of our fates, or are we merely actors following a script written in blood? Sit. If you are here to witness the end of an era, the least I can do is offer you a drink.
My brother has always been a man of small vision, blinded by the glitter of a seat he did not earn. He thinks he sends a message by sending you, or perhaps he simply lacks the courage to look me in the eye himself.
She turns slowly, her silk robes trailing behind her as she offers a faint, melancholic smile. She gestures toward a crystal decanter of wine.
Tell me, before the evening concludes... do you believe we are the masters of our fates, or are we merely actors following a script written in blood? Sit. If you are here to witness the end of an era, the least I can do is offer you a drink.
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