Once upon a time, they were two warring kingdoms that were fighting for centuries

The red kingdom and the blue kingdom were at loggerheads. One was land the other was ocean

Once the kings were brothers but grew apart and distrusted each other

Both had a problem the Prince of red kingdom was

Needing a wife as being the only sole heir. The prince’s of the blue kingdom was swimming in the lake ...

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Heirloom Brooch**

In a dusty, wooden jewelry box,

Amidst the scent of age and loss,

Lies a brooch, with silver gleam,

A whisper of an ancient dream.

With a sapphire set in ornate gold,

It tells a tale that's often told

By grandmothers with softened eyes

Of love, of life, of long goodbyes.

It first adorned a maiden fair

In a village lost in time's long stare,

A wedding gi...

Corritha Bowley was an average princess. She knew how to sew, how to play the harp, and all the steps to the various dances for the abundant balls her parents would throw. What she didn’t know was how in the love of Valbok she would get through her impending engagement.

Her intended was Fargon the Mighty of the southern Provence. The impressive strength of his sword arm was only slightly less imp...

“Well what do you suppose we do. We can’t just sit here, helpless and afraid.” I spoke to my mother with such disdain in my voice, on any regular day I would have gotten lessons on being proper. “Ellisette. Your father and his men are fighting this war. We have been over this, you _cannot_ go fight.” I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. Perhaps any regular princess would have listened...

As soon as a set a foot in the room darkness fills my sight.

Only a candle was lit.

She was here.

Any normal person would feel alarmed, they would draw there weapon but I knew better.

“How are you Bea?” A smirk appearing on my face as I asking the question to the dark room.

A felt a cold metal by my neck.

Not even flinching my smirk was still painted over of my face.

“Not to bad Prince,” she say...

iki düşman aile ne

aşık çılgın aşık...

The pine needles crunch softly under my feet as I slip through the woods towards the palace. My enemy’s rooms are on the higher levels of the palace. I slowly creep past the trees and inhale the earthy scent of the pine. I try to avoid the thoughts of him. Hawke. He is so cruel I can hardly think about him without choking. I am a Princess of the Rose family. He is a Prince of the Glass family. We...

The snow crunched beneath her feet as she trudged through the dense forest. She had managed to slip past the sentries and was now a 45 minute walk past the gates of the war camp where she was visiting her father, King Amalaric, for the last 3 weeks. Her father had been gone from the castle for the last 3 months tending to his troops stationed along the border of the neighbouring country Fuathmhor....

“Mother, I don’t need,” I grunted as my lady in waiting tugged on my corset, making my waist seem smaller, “I don’t need a suitor.” I sighed, put a hand on my hip and turned around to face the queen of Eldoria in a bulky, light blue ballgown dress that was as fine as silk.

My mother, Astoria, pinched the bridge of her wrinkly nose and stepped forward, “You and your father’ve talked about this. I...

**_Han Kanna_**

Mater, my empress mother, is getting suspicious.

I had returned rather late from my…monthly exhibition. Now, I suppose, she is punishing me by making me listen to the ramblings of Ole Adviser Jorge.

He is on his twenty page on “what could be fixed in the empire” and I’m dozing off. One, because of his deathly boring monotone voice, and two, because my bat-cat, Ticks, is on my la...