I am restless. Unable to sleep I toss and turn at night. It’s not the matters of my kingdom that keep me awake. And it is certainly not the upcoming nuptials of my sister to Prince Raymond of the Eegle kingdom that are making me restless.
It is the thoughts of the Stable Hand’s Daughter. Not the thoughts of her golden flecked brown eyes that seem to spit fire whenever she is angry and the unruly brown curls that frame her face whenever they escape their strict restraints. Or the alabaster skin that is paler than moonlight and perfect pink lips. But the mystery that seems to cover her like a shroud along with a sense of loneliness.
Never had I seen a woman with such a fiery spirit, nor one with such wit and boisterousness. And yet she is more graceful than a swan, more ladylike than the fairest Queen and more passionate than all of the Onerans put together on a night of the full moon.
What chance of such a lost soul as hers to possess such qualities that keep me from peace. What cruel God’s joke to put her on my path. Even the mysteries of The Vermillion seem trivial next to the mystery of her.
I will do anything to make her mine.
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FantasyPeace is reigning and alliances are forged and protected for the good of all the kingdoms. Wars and strife are a thing of the past, people are prospering and crops are bountiful. The revered Dragoon have fallen, bringing the centre of the world int...
