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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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THE FIRST IMPRESSION that Adam Persad got from the king of Winfrost was that a majority of his personality had an uncanny resemblance to Edva's.
Though the king should have been more refined and intimidating, Edva seemed to be more mature and controlled. Both males had lost their families, and both were haunted by a troubling past.
The glass walls and floors of the castle behaved like mirrors —in every direction one looked, they would glimpse their reflection. It was a feature likely intended for the king alone. Though instead of the reason being vanity, the king appeared to be punishing himself with every glance. As if it were a reminder.
If he had ever known grief, he wore it well.
King Zainus himself was taller than the human soldier —but not enough to reach the height of the Winter Faerie. He wore a clean-cut embellished suit of white and ice blue, which brought out the paleness of his skin —as firm and smooth as marble. His eyes, outlined with the longest eyelashes that Adam had ever seen, were a light lilac; almost crystal clear. Though they hid a darkness that the soldier did not wish to see unleashed.
On top of his head sat a platinum crown, jewelled with lapis lazuli and diamonds. His hair was then perhaps the most delicate thing about him. It was long and the colour of straw; braided down at the sides so that it was still loose enough to fiddle with.
