Visalia was only fifteen when she killed the does devil.

She had imagined herself in a beautiful gown with handsome prince dancing with her surrounded by the most fantastical of people in the most fantastical of places.

The ruined castle she had played in almost everyday since she could leave the yard was her sanctuary. Her safe place. Her home.

She would live the life she wanted but could n...

The invitation could not have been more cryptic. I held it in my hands and read it once, twice and then after the third I thought about giving up and going home.I was standing in a small abandoned looking theater. The place smelled of mothballs and dust.

The small black card I was holding in my hands had been slipped under my door when I held arrived from a long shift. The message or riddle made...

As I walked into the ballroom I admired the beautiful mosaics in gold and other fine jewels that made up the walls and floor of the room. It was exactly as it had been in my dream the night before. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle rain patter on the roof that made a pleasing environment in the quiet ballroom.

I walked around and had deja vu from my dream. I had been dancing with a stranger ...

ESCAPE PLAN

Written by Queen Nerva and King Redfal

Advised by Louisa Lace, Official Royal Doctor

Witnessed by Mr. Nevyle, Official Royal Personnel

The Royal children, Covelle, Adella, Kent, Halina, Amerie, and Spade, are the best hope for the kingdom. If an attack occurs, all possible heirs flee in various but mapped out places. This procures the most favorable outcome of all or as many of the...

“I think we need to go,” Cove said, tugging on Louisa’s hand that felt like a death grip. She stood rooted in place.

The heavy ballroom doors busted open with so much force the chandeliers rattled, shaking the tiny light rays. Soldiers with no distinguishing emblems poured into the room. Cove and Louisa were farthest from the source of overpowering warriors.

Her hand instinctively pulled out her...

The ballroom was huge. Just his luck. But the ballroom was not only huge but painted in crimson. Crimson blood. Adrian stood there transfixed on the body. Twisted all the wrong angles. A woman dressed stood tall just over the body. The woman crossed the room the heels of her boot echoing on the hard wooden floor. The sound reverberating through the high ceiling ballroom. She reached him within a c...

(I think I’ll only be posting two more parts and then I might stop regularly posting for this series. I will probably post stories within this universe though, but I don’t want the ‘pressure’ to post all the ideas I have. The pressure is entirely from myself.)

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Dancing with Thorne made up for all the dances with the random men who she didn’t know but was expected to agree to marry. She knew the...

(I just love writing about Kent and Flent! Next will be Cove.)

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Ever since their first meeting, they talked at every gala. Cove must have noticed them both gone at the same time or her magical ability of knowing everything because she adamantly threw out Flent’s name as a regular at events.

“You should come to Gallia someday. You would love it. I would love to see you there. It is the best p...

(This is Kent’s flashback. Next is finishing up Kent’s perspective and then it will be Cove.)

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Three years ago….

“Mind if I join you?” Someone snapped Kent out of his quiet moment. Kent was sitting on the ground with his arms resting on his bent knees, taking a breather from the gala. His parents pushed for Cove to meet new men hence the gala. None good enough for his sister. All of them vied...

(Kent’s perspective)

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When talking and joking around with his sisters, he momentarily forgot how stuffy the ballroom could get. You would think with the huge open space it would allow for sufficient airflow.

It did not.

Stepping out of the room became a habit for him during these galas. Just a moment to breathe.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

He rested his back against the cool marbl...