drevan

Love? Love is like dust; it doesn't happen all at once. It sifts down and rises from the quirks and idiosyncrasies of the person that you’re falling for, from everything that simply is them. It accumulates and drifts around the small details of the time you spend together; it flows and forms tangible wisps beneath the hidden smiles and the laughter shared. Eventually it blankets their faults, and even begins to rise from them, given enough time to settle. The lies we tell and broken trusts may pierce it, and repeated hurts wear it away like footprints, leaving the surface raw and bare; but it never wears away entirely, even when hate be

    Narael could barely believe her eyes. The two women were so similar, it was hard to tell them apart. Their dresses were the same, their hair was the same. “This little bundle of death and destruction is Princess Narael of Almir, daughter of the King and unwilling betrothed of Prince Liren of Saren. She’ll be our guest.”  “Ooh. Liren. That would be enough to make anyone run.” She sat down on the sofa opposite Katya. The contrast couldn’t have been more apparent. “Well then, Princess. My name is Anya and as you may have guessed, I’m her sister. Now, I’ll be needi