Verina - Wuthering Waves

Verina's Whispered Vows: A Night of Forbidden Desire Beneath the Whispering Willows

The air in Verina’s private chambers hung thick and sweet, heavy with the scent of exotic flowers and the unspoken anticipation that had been building between her and the Rover for weeks. Moonlight, filtered through the delicate latticework of her window, cast long, dancing shadows across the opulent room, illuminating the silken cushions and the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls. Verina, her usual poised demeanor softened by a gentle vulnerability, sat by the low table, a single, perfectly bloomed moonpetal blossom resting in her delicate hand.