SILKEN CHUCKLES TRICKLED FROM CRIMSON lips, viridian irises rolling skyward as he jested whilst her petite shoulder nudged his strong physique playfully. despite the constant torment of DARKNESS, the ever-present whispers seeming to carry through the stone walls of the castle, there were moments of CLARITY, slivers of NORMALCY, of who she once was. it was a feeling that left her uncertain, often filled with woe once the moment passes. it was the warmth of the suns rays before the opaque clouds starved her of it - oddly reminiscent of King’s waning interest in her.
❛ ah, yes, ALMIGHTY Prince Phillip, shall i ask you to predict my future as well ? ❜
