The day was as usual, Mr. V got me out of bed with my prepared clothes for today. A tray with tea and breakfast came after Mr. V left, along with the plan for the day and any upcoming events. Then I spent the next hour making sure every single night routine was carried out, my sister was where she was supposed to, and checked for the mail. The bombshell was dropped while in the castle library, it ...

(Hi! This is about Lock and Key. They are in _Most Wanted, _and they meet Hale, a princess in my More Than Blood series on here. I haven’t written in that world in a while, but I am trying to write more in it.)

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Hale is ahead of the twins but within their sight. Lock has an apprehensive gaze on her back. Key rolls her eyes at her brother.

“You know what Mom and Dad always said,” Key reminds ...

Lord George Randoff. Twenty-eight. Has a wife and child. Owner of West England’s largest vineyard, and he makes sure everyone knows it. Makes sure everyone knows about his every accomplishment with that vineyard.

_Snap!_

He should’ve said less.

“That’s our target right there, Olive.” _Snap_! I take another bite of my carrot._ Snap! _Oliver does the same. “Didn’t take long to find him, did it?”

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I wasn’t like other boys. From a young age, I remember not wanting to play sports on the playground during breaks at school. I didn’t want to join any teams, preferring to sit in the library or other classrooms and read books. I graduated highschool without many friends. My twin was there with me, walking the stage, but he preferred the sports, the friends. We were close, and we shared a room for ...

I loved you before I met you

My twin from the dark

You were our mother’s favorite

She’d play with us in the park

Little rubber boots

Puddles in the rain

How she’d gazed at your picture

Now missing from the frame

A million thoughts echoed in her head

Not one of them directed towards me instead

Where’d you go, oh brother of mine?

To a far away place I’ll never know

Our house doesn’t feel the same

Wi...

After Loreley and Aran finally finished baking the apple pies, she was sent out to their humble little baking stand to sell them. Aran got to work on preparing the other dishes that Loreley had not mastered well enough to help with. When she neared the door, she grabbed her jacket and slung it over a shoulder. She let herself out and closed the door behind her.

“Try to be back in four bells,” Da...

The smell of burning metal wafted up Loreley’s nose as she passed by the forge with a basket of oranges, cherry tomatoes, strawberries, and apples swinging in her hands. She could hear the clanking of metal on metal from inside the forge and many men’s voices. She placed her basket down on the dirt road, stopping to braid her dark hair. An animal’s shriek split the sky a few moments later. No one ...

Aran lifted the swaddled baby from Queen Ellowen’s arms. Her old friend said nothing. Dannon’s face was solemn as he watched his daughter be transferred from her mother’s arms to Aran’s. Loreley stirred in her sleep. Her big, golden eyes opened when Ellowen bent down and laid a kiss on her forehead. Loreley worked her arm out of the warm blankets sheltering her from the bitter cold of winter, plac...

Ellowen rocked from side to side gently and slowly, the baby in her arms cooing at the motion. She felt her daughter caressing her dark hair like she always did as she drifted off to sleep. Ellowen found it adorable. She began to sing to her daughter, her voice rising and falling like gentle waves on the sea. A siren’s voice, her mother had said before. The young princess’s tiny hand fell and dang...

The two were the same. The two were so different.

Writing, reading, seething, heaving.

Writing great.

Reading great.

Seething in pain.

Heaving pain.

Despite the similarities, they were individuals nonetheless.

One was content and knew what they wanted. One was happy and felt crowed with friends. One was insecure on the inside. One was gasping with anxieties. One was in the middle of ...