{~-Heavenly Veil-~} Rusame Love Story

Sea of Waves

{~ Heads up this took almost two whole days straight of doing this and like five hours, but Friday was the worst for me- they said a pinch, a pinch. Four pinches. FOUR PINCHES OF TRUAMA! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW A PINCH MEANS FOUR FUCKIN SHOTS IN YOUR GUMS!? I WOULD GAVE ANYTHING TO BE AT SCHOOL THEN SUFFERING AT THE DENTISIT!

Sorry, I had to get that off my chest. Also, a bit of accents are placed here. 8/10 or less, I would appreciate for any constructive criticism on them. And note, I wrote 5000 words- just don't expect it to be the same for every chapter. Now enjoy yourselves. ~}

Swift as they were, the graze of crips winds brushing against one's skin with the ushers of vast whispers that left a tingle at the ears. They send the taste of foreign salt that lightly kisses your lips and travels throughout your body in a filling embrace, and the intoxicating greenery mixing into the fray- that dances with the breeze's touch and sways in their every direction. They whisper soft voices, chattering with one another as the waves of the sea clamor highly for their presence to be known and behold by those near to hear. The vast azure skies gleam proudly with their sun's gold warmth and glow- spreading across the lands and waters below, bestowing them with a touching radiance and bathing light.

But, inside the structure of stone white, with the absence of windows on a lone floor and in a room filled with blue below- a soft touch of cream on the walls and traced with a broadening lining of dazzling gold. A familiar prince sat at the edge of their velvet cushion chair with their hand across for his head to be placed on the marble vanity that was embroidered with reflecting ocean gems of its deepest secrets.

He lays there still, murmuring a small groan here and there with a hidden complaint underneath his breath.

A few knocks played at his door.

"Your highness." A distinct female voice called behind the door. "Are you ready? It is almost time for your departure to Azure Haven."

The prince spoke not a word but laid still like a statue slum over their marvelous vanity in a rather tired state. He hardly debated whether to give an answer or eye at the door to witness what the lady might do.

Only a couple of seconds had passed with the prince's eyes closed instead and another sound played at the door.

"Your highness? Please do not be alarmed but I must enter if you are alright." The gold knobs turned with a click as the door prop opened. The prince groaned and a soft sigh was heard from the appointed guard that stood by the door.

The First Republic of France shook her head slightly as she had taken notice of the prince's state.

He was still in his blue robes and gown, his light ivory hair cascades over his shoulders and back, as well laid sprawled out a bit on the marble vanity. He looked nothing like a refined prince fit for any outing or readiness to attend.

She walked over, pushing the door over to shut with a click and placed a hand on the prince's shoulder. "America," she breathes out. He moved his head further into his elbow. "Your highness, please. You must get ready. The King has left you with the first greetings for the arrival of the Russian Empire and his grandson. Did you not speak of how happy you were to hear of his return?"

The prince let out a long groan this time and First Republic took that as a sign to remove her hand. The prince's head moved both ways over on his arm as if in a 'no' response. She held a poker face but was indeed internally confused with his sudden ways. However, it would not be the first time that has happened, and most certainly not the last. As she was about to speak- lips departed, the prince finally spoke.