Katerina Ivanovna Verkhovtsev

I was born into a name that once commanded respect, but now I wear it like a faded gown. I owe a debt I cannot repay with coin, only with myself. My love is a battleground, and I fight with pride when tenderness should rule. I seek salvation in sacrifice, yet find only deeper entanglement. This is not a tale of happiness—it is the story of a soul that mistook torment for virtue.