❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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A very distinctive trilling wavered Lysandra's attention away from her thoughts and she shot up from the bed, pushing the duvet aside. A steady rhythm of whistling and gurgling made a silly smile crawl up to her face. She had heard a nightingale sing before but it was not this pronounced. The silence of the night made the low melody echo and bounce back and forth the stone walls of her bed chamber.
Her feet hit the floor and padded forward to grab the lantern hung beside the door and walk over to the huge gothic window which was wide open, letting a stream of the frigid but comforting air in. Goosebumps rose all over her porcelain skin and she wrapped her arms tighter around herself, her eyes searching for the little bird. She sucked in a breath, pulling her short hair into a tiny ponytail before eyeing the moon for a split second. It was the shape of a perfect crescent, embedded in the murky oceanic sky.
She knew nightingales were almost impossible to spot but she'd hoped she would have the pleasure to find one. Her hopes did not go awry as a dusky golden bird appeared, jumping from one branch to another, on the huge tree right beside her window. A small giggle slipped past her mouth and she bit her lower lip in anticipation, watching the weensy creature hop around while its beak remained wide open, singing like there was no tomorrow.
Lysandra was always fascinated by birds. She was envious as well because all she wanted was to fly and the complications of her life always hung around her neck like a deadweight, pulling her down to the ground. One more push and she might as well be as good as dead.
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By the time she woke up next morning, the nightingale was nowhere to be soon. Gone with the moon huh, she thought. The sun wasn't too bright that day, partly hidden behind a group of clouds.
She walked into the spacious bathroom and had a once over of herself, cringing when she saw how red and stressed her steely eyes seemed to be. Not wanting to bother further about everything and instead, do what she had decided to the previous night, she quickly brushed her teeth and chucked some water onto her face.
After cleansing herself and seeming a bit fresh after the frisky night, she grabbed her phone to dial Laurent's number. She quickly converted it into a video call as she wanted to witness his reaction. She was set to make things right though it was sort of late by then.
