All my life people have portrayed me as a "work of art" to an extent, a piece made and sculpted by the hands of the gods for their enjoyment. It's a sickening feeling knowing that your existence is only for the enjoyment and benefit of others whether it's obvious or not. Growing up in a world made of silk and royal courts held in the sept before the gods and being the heir to a disrespected throne is a blessing and a curse. being told that one day you will sit on that throne and make those choices, whether to march off to a foreign war in the name of justice or feed your people out of mercy. However this story is not about me, it's a testimony to the things I have done. The things that I feel need to be shared before I drift off into what is inevitably the end of my legacy.
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Whispers Within The Stone.
Fantasywhen our main character, Riona is faced with a shift in her life plans that is completely unprecedented, she is faced with an entirely new reality. being the youngest of two sisters, she was content to remain a princess forever. However, when a new...
