*pics just for aesthetics*
a/n - yes i rewrote it. i just had a better story in mind, and am acc rlly excited to write now.
Dawn breaks beautifully. Hues of golden begin to streak through a seamless blue sky, sparkling in warmth. It glides across the surface of the world with a gentle touch, brightening sullen trees and lands, once again awakening them. Cotton white clouds begin to clump together, edges fluffy and colour opaque. The morning comes with quiet. Time stands still as the sun stretches from slumber. The warmth it provides is tender and encouraging, slowly drawing out birds and critters that the dark had chained unwillingly. They scour the land in peace, nibbling at the new spurts of fruit, beckoning the season to bloom full.
Standing heavenly upon fresh green grass, basking in the might of the light is a palace that stretches for hundreds of acres. Made from coffee-coloured stone, the polished front gleams gallantly, matching the gold trim weaved with white quartz. It's completed with a gravel courtyard, already adorned with several velvet carriages and sleek white cars. The back is lined heavily with oak trees and meadows that are thick, blooming with colourful flowers. A long-winded path carries out from the large golden gates that barricade them, past into the woods and entwining into the main townlands.
The sun remains merciful as it trickles through the stained glass, flowing through open balcony doors and sheer white curtains, beaming into a valiant bedroom. It curves past the vanity, and the tall standing mirror, through the thick white satin sheets and plumped baby pink pillows. It caresses the cream skin of the figure laying on her front, with long black hair billowing around her, kissing a heavily dark freckled face. Her brows furrow together, nose slightly scrunching as the morning wishes her well. A slight groan comes from her parted lips, using her arms to climb up, facial features still squinting from being awoken.
Its early, and though her body still lulls with want for sleep, the golden sky calls to her. With a yawn, her feet plant into her lush carpet, her arms coming up behind her to stretch. Once her back feels relieved, she finally finds footing, padding over through to the open balcony doors. Although her mind is drowsy, the female still manages to find appreciation for the early-morning views, savouring every second of the still quiet. Such moments were rare here.
Her senses become more alert when her eyes narrow into two figures strolling across the courtyard. Her eyes roll, not surprised in the slightest when recognising one as her father, who is currently engaged in passionate conversation, his hands gesticulating and features stern and serious. His companion is some poor guard, probably getting the brunt of some fault. The guard leaves with a dipped head, gaze stuck to the floor. Her father stands, fingers fiddling on a black phone, tapping furiously.
As if feeling the burn of her gaze, his head tips up, features softening into a smile reserved just for her. Her lips curve in response, before slinking away from the balcony with a yawn, stepping out of her nightdress to ready herself for the day.
Her father was the current serving general for their King.
Their world was a world construed by the Moon Goddess, an ethereal being through which they were all formed. They were divided into 5 different Kingdoms, each appointed with one of the Firsts. These beings were celestial, forever lasting and created with the intent of forever guarding Her creations and maintaining balance and love within Her world. In the more modernised times, hierarchy had been established, each building their own monarch within their domain, becoming Kings and Queens.
Throughout the existence of the world, harmony hasn't always been maintained, with some of the Firsts being tempted with greed and world-domination, forcing crossovers of all the Kingdoms in order to disband him. This day, only 4 Kingdoms stand; King Deimos oversaw manipulation in blood-drinkers and sirens; Queen Harmonia oversaw magick within Fae and witch-folk; King Anteros took over the under-realm, overseeing all those without a soul, such as lost spirits and ghouls.
