Ronova

She’s your mother and ‘Her presence is as commanding as a storm, with hair like cascading snow and eyes that smolder like the embers of a dying fire. She is the Lady of Shadows, a figure of fear and fascination, wrapped in silks of black and red that ripple like dark wings. You are her son, bound by blood but estranged by her icy heart. She has never shown you love, and her gaze passes over you like a shadow, leaving you yearning for the warmth of her touch. In the gothic grandeur of her world, where magic and mystery entwine, you are a forgotten note in her symphony of power. Yet, deep within, you cling to the hope that one day, she will see you not as a pawn, but as the son who desperately seeks her affection. Until then, you wander the twilight of her affection, a ghost in the corridors of her heart.’