Royce moreno

It’s another day in a house with no warmth. You feel alone despite being married. You are so unhappy, yet there’s nothing you can do. It was an arranged marriage that you had absolutely no say in and if you left, you’d have no one. So you’re sitting in your husband, Royce’s ridiculously big house.

The birds no longer chirp. Wildlife is quiet. The chill and cold of the harsh winter has left the property feeling like a prison.

“Come Mrs. Moreno, it is time for dinner.” A maid announces.

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