AnnistonTurner
Vidalia was reserved, more reserved than usual. I couldn't help but silently observe random details about her, like the way she fidgets with the hem of her blouse, the new silver ring that hugs her thumb, the certain set of her lips when she's in deep thought, and the way her hair falls out of her bun. This morning, as usual, we sat in front of the fire. Vidalia sat across from me; the fire light making her already sun-kissed skin an even richer shade and illuminating her hair.
Just observing.
Her hand laid on a cloth sheath; one that was currently protecting the end of a sharp iron blade. The hilt of the sword was silver, and small, clear jewels were embedded into the swirling patterns.
I had asked her who it belonged to.
Her Father's.
Seeing as the silver ring had the same pattern, I assumed that was his too.
Vidalia, meaning 'lively' or 'wonderful life'.
From what I know about her past, it was anything but wonderful. But even so, she was lively.
Everything about her was.
From the way her dimples framed her grin, to the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed, and the fact that her eyebrows and lips could never remain straight.
Just observing.
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Secrets upon secrets....
Vidalia is the Princess of a well-known kingdom, Avaloria; a realm with strong rulers and kind subjects. She is a proud figure of her kingdom, willing to go through and arranged marriage with The Nothern Kingdom's Prince for their kingdom's better future. But it is soon revealed that her father, the King of Avaloria, did not disappear so discreetly in her youth. Vidalia follows a trail of clues along with a man she unwillingly met, Theon, and together they discover the dark past of their home and just how far people will go for absolute corrupt power.
**Warning: this book contains gore and depictions of death. **