Historias de Evilmalelead

A woman with golden locks of hair, eyes glimmering like thousand sapphires and ethereal beauty. Just like how I saw her the first time. She stood proudly, elegance and poised, just how a queen should be. I chuckled. A man held by the mercy of this woman, who was bounded and pointed by her sword. Her pink lips parted, revealing a melodious but threatening and determined voice. "You swore your life to me and I gave you the other half of my glass slippers. A fate that will not be forgotten until our last breath. We are bounded together even in death". Their final vow was made. He closed his eyes as gentle smile spread across his lips. For the first time in his life he felt the happiness he always dreamt off.