sovereign | an ariana grande oc.

( i. ) i'm losing her forever.

'  ⠀to  ⠀lose  ⠀someone  ⠀we  ⠀have  ⠀lost  ⠀does  ⠀not  ⠀erase  ⠀the  ⠀love  ⠀we  ⠀have  ⠀felt  ⠀for  ⠀them  ⠀.  ⠀'

8:07 am.
outside the altar kingdom.

labored breathing left her lips - her boots slamming against the dirt as she ran across old forest ground. cape warping in the wind behind her, parisa romero was forever unstoppable — just until her feet took her too far. wobbling over a cliff with rushing waters, her balance gave up at the last moment and parisa fell down the tallest waterfall in the kingdom. falling felt both exhilarating and terrifying – the connection to the water would never be painless.

with a grunt and watery groan, parisa sunk into the water below the waterfall and scrambled her way to the surface. water splashed and surged around her as she dove for land and her hands grabbed for the long grass to drag herself onto the dry surface. parisa unclipped her cape and wrung it out beside herself, emptying her boots of water and seaweed while wringing out her long, chocolate brown hair as well. beads of water dripped down her bronze, olive skin and into her eyes — she blinked them away.

"damnit."

parisa whispered and began to trek her way back to the altar castle. she hoped the men who had been previously chasing her had just assumed she drowned. she didn't exactly know why she was being chased. people have been attacking her family for years on end. why? money, power — it was all scavengers and thieves could hate them for. the romero family knew of their wealth and higher quality, but it didn't stop them from being nice people to their servants, guards, and anyone who served them.

as the youngest and only member of the new romero family, she became a target – those who wished for money felt that going after a young, weak-appearing girl would get them what they wanted. that simply wouldn't pass in parisa's books. growing up, she trained in many forms of martial arts and swordsmanship alongside her father for quite some time. that training soon became secretive once many surrounding kingdom rulers found the young girl participating in such acts. the moment parisa picked up her first sword, she knew that it was right for her.

the romero family has always been tolerant of parisa's actions. her father, matteo romero, became a significant role model to her once she began her training. he loved his daughter more than anyone in the entire kingdom, as well as his wife, lucia romero. his wife was more than the world to him – those girls meant everything to him and the more they spewed away from him, the worst things began in the altar kingdom. a young and brave parisa romero soon became guarded and angry.

eventually, the large doors to the altar castle opened with a low creak and came to a halt, dust falling down the sides and pebbles of dirt rolling down them. one guard stood at them with their spear in hand as the young princess stepped into the quiet castle. her perfectly chiseled golden boots gently hit the dusted ground, clouds of dirt rolling behind her eggshell cape. an elderly maid with creases near her eyes and brows swept a small area of the inner ward, her broom barely picking up the thick dust on the floor. the painted glass above them shone on the ground, a beautiful at piece of the elderly romero family of many generations before.

the sun was beginning to set and the colors were tinted warmly in the suns rays. the princesses' warm brown eyes watched as the glass sparked underneath the sun's warm and they slowly fell shut as a sigh escaped her lips. wandering throughout the castle felt like walking into a graveyard. the open doors with darkened rooms reeked of sadness as she passed them by. the romero's throne hall swelled with silence, the only noise present being the gentle clicks of the last princesses' boots hitting the ground and her cape swifting behind herself.

a swelling feeling rose in her throat for a moment as she stepped forward and knelt to the ground. her hand gently lay on the dusted stone floor and gently swiped away dirt from carved letters on a marble slab. her hands dusted away dirt and dead rose petals from two names.