THE PAUPERI watched them both weep from the comfort of the secret corridor. Salty tears streamed down their face and dripped onto their posh designer articles of clothing. I imagined the droplets sizzling against their skin as they fell from their face. I watched her green eyes. The red veins in the whites were far more apparent in contrast against her emerald irises. Beautiful green eyes. How they made me envious. And his blue. Blue like the sky and like the crystal waters of a tropical island. At times they could be blue like the violent sea that washes ships away onto deserted islands. The ocean that destroys cargo, drowns the innocent souls aboard the ships, and holds the world's most hideous and dangerous creatures. He was like the ocean. Calming for some and a nightmare for others. A nightmare for me. Robbing me of my precious cargo.
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A Throne of Blood
General FictionWhile belonging to two of England's most noble and wealthy families, Antony and Felicite have grown up doing everything together. As the son of the Duke and the daughter of the Viscountess, they cannot escape the decision their parents' made for the...