[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—| look at all the lonely people |—
Vestrea was peaceful. The palace was a sparkling jewel, bathed in a shimmering light of every spectrum. Threads of dusk embossed the sky, rays of pinkish light stretched over puffy clouds to brighten the city beneath.
The sun sending rivulets over the shimmering pools of rivers. The dry grass soft with relief as the darkness seemed to look in the clouds, awaiting to be surrounded in Vestrea's two moons shadows. The air scented of sorrow and grief.
Peaceful and welcoming as ever.
Lyris Hawkins stood upon the balcony of her room, the wind sending her tucked strands of longer brown hair into the wind. Staring out to see beyond the S'Keerans mountains in which they lived in. Just for the Skylers to be built on riches.
She would stand there, loathing her life and the city below her. Feeling as if she'd been written into a dramatic Shakespeare play, but everything wrong always happening to her. Nothing ever went her way.
Her red velvet dress tugging with the wind as her brown eyes reflected the rolling hills and mountains. Far away from the noise inside the palace walls. Another party yet to be held by the Emperor and Empress.
Wanting to put her fist out to this lousy beautiful city. She wished she were back on earth, so at least she wouldn't have to go to one of those stupid Skyler parties every day.
"Ms. Hawkins?" Came her maid, Victoria's voice.
Lyris slowly turned away from the never ending greenery outside, looking into her golden lit room. Turning to face her maid, who was draped in dark blacks. For the past two years it had been the same and would most likely always be.
The same boring parties spoiled in riches and wine. The same billowing gowns of satin and silk. The same old cheery smiles across everyone's face, except hers.
"Yes?" Lyris politely answered.
"The party is going to begin soon.....oh my goodness!! Where is your hairpin? You have to wear your family's crest hairpin!!"
The maid scampered over to her mistress's dresser, opening every single drawer. Scanning through assortments of pearls, bottles of perfumes, and velvety ribbons. Her hands running against the objects ever so gently.
Pulling out the perfume Countess Wynteka gave her, scenting Lyris's body of cherries and roses. The familiar pink shade of blush and eyeliner. Down to the old-fashioned made lipstick made form crushed red berries, mostly ones that were like cherries and raspberries.
Scoring a small chair that could've been mistaken for a footrest. Embroidered with bronze, ,half spheres. Fluffed up red velvet cushion, soft like silk.
Lyris completely adored her ever so caring maid to the moon. Visitor is seemed to be the only one who ever cared about her opinions on things, fully ever listened to her these days. A true friend ever since she left earth.
