The Undead Princess

I was done combing my grandmother's long, silky gray hair long before she had finished retelling me the story of the "Undead Princess" and I was now gazing at her with my eyes as wide as saucers. I am always speechless whenever she finishes telling me the story.

"Why do you like hearing about this legend so much, Aletheia?" my grandmother asks with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"I don't know Mema. I'm just so intrigued by the princess. Like she almost got her happy ending only to have it taken from her, by humans! How did she look again?"

"Well," she draws out, "Supposedly she was the most beautiful maiden with long raven hair. She had violet eyes and her voice was a silky dark voice." my grandmother continues.

"Wow. She sounds dreamy." I respond awestruck.

"Yeah she surely did. According to her legend she did have the ability to seduce men and women easily. Anyways, let's go get supper now. My tongue feels tired from all this yapping." my grandmother orders.

"Okay Mema."
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The undead princess is a fable that has been told and retold by Aletheia's family for generations. It all just seemed like a story out of a fairy tale. A very dark story. However, when Aletheia gets caught up in all this supernatural mess, she is forced to come into terms with the fact that life is not as simple as she once thought. What will Aletheia do when she finds out that this story is deeper than what she thought?

Mystery. Yearning. Darkness. Magic. Fate.

and of course the biggest thing...

It's a sapphic story!