I relax in a comfy chair as the woman across from me files my nails.

"Are we going with black again?" she asks without looking up.

"No. What's that color everyone is fawning over? Bubble Bath?"

This catches her attention. She taps the file against the table, getting rid of the dust, before setting it down. She glances up and arches a brow. "Bubble Bath? You want...pink." It's not a question.

"...

Metal clangs as swords clash. Blood flies and eventually dries as men and women are laid to rest with a single stroke across the throat. But through all the war and bloodshed, time seems to still as their eyes meet.

They easily walk across the battlefield as if the fighting parts for them. They stand a hair’s breadth from each other, gazes locked.

“Stand down,” Queen Lydia says lowly, but loud...