Kingdom of Tareeya Lacey
I stand some power of darkness swirling in me. A burning sensation in my fingertips. The crowd parts for me as the Princess of Tayree. As their king of souls coughs out his one, while the blood pools out of his mouth.
How did that happen? I stare at my hands, the tingling sensation vanishing.
He had fallen, blood dripping out of his mouth. The screams erupt from the hall.
I am a wraith.
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Crown On My Head
FantasyGoing through editing. I am to be wed. Without a voice, Lacey must find it. Through the hazy fog which surrounds her. Making her unsure and doubtful in her skills to succeed to the top. Where no woman has ever made it. Queen. The princess finds he...
