this is a tale of love, of hardship, of war, and the little moments of peace that are cherished because of it.
this is a story about bastards, bloodied royalty, kneeling followers , and heart wrenching lovers.
( multiple oc's )
( wlw , mlm , wlm )...
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"PRAISE those whose actions seem infallible, whose cloak protects from all harm, whose kiss salves all fear, praise and PROTECT."
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they all have a different story;
yet at one point or another their stories inexplicably intertwine,
and the world as they know it quivers to behold the sight of them.
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ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ♥ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
LYARRA SNOW had never intentionally tried to make her father fondest of her. she couldn't help that her featured favored heavily with an aunt who had caused wars with just a look. she wished to be more then the ghost of a dead woman and a bastard by name. she wished to be known of her own account, to be a true warrior, and she was well on her way to becoming one. First though, she needed to figure out what kind of warrior she wanted to be, and realize the cost that comes with it.
