Two lovers stood in front of an ornate tapestry, their fingers tightly intertwined. "I don't regret it," the blond says, his voice soft, but clear and full of conviction as they stare at the burned spot where his portrait used to be.
Two lovers stood in front of an ornate tapestry, their fingers tightly intertwined. "I don't regret it," the blond says, his voice soft, but clear and full of conviction as they stare at the burned spot where his portrait used to be.