𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵
Fated Lovers were a beautiful and tragic ideal. Such love shone in a gentle flame and soothing balm. A love such as theirs was one that was nurtured over gentle wisps of flames and never becomes an inferno for the...
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Cerenna had the most beautiful smile. It was soft and delicate and looked as if the heavens had smiled upon her when framing the upturn of her lips and the fullness of her cheeks whilst her eyes glittered with pearlescent adoration for the subject of her happiness.
The princess gazed out into the blue sky from the balcony of her chambers and listened intently to the distant dragon calls, the fleets docking in Blackwater Bay, the sound of merchants selling their wares in the markets of the capitol and knights clashing their swords as they trained in the courtyard. Her pale lilac eyes lingered distantly at the high-noon sun; her gaze unseeing as images passed forth in her mind. Any who came upon the princess would believe she was admiring the enviable view her seaside facing chambers gave her – gifted by the late king Jaehaerys who openly favoured the lion-dragon.
