Blue sea beneath the North star (FE3H)
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  • Tijd 3h 4m
Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd jun. 13, 2022
This is the last thing she imagines when she snuck out of her bedroom at this freezing time of the day. At first, all she thought was another patrolling guard who managed to catch her enjoying the flowers in the garden...in the middle of the night.
But no...the closer she looks, the closer the figure steps towards her... ever so gracefully...
Lynden represses a gasp, as her eyes go wide, stunned while the person, who also has the same bewilderment expression, stares back at her.
Almost as if by fate that pulls the knight and her crush together on this peaceful, yet chilly night. Almost like, in her racing mind, the only chance that the Goddess gifts her with.
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"If you are to be my wife, why shouldn't I look?" She asked with feigned innocence. I glowered. "I thought you didn't want to be a toy?" Her eyes narrowed, a smile pulling at her lips. "Oh Brin, I would not be the toy..." she trailed off, roving over my body. Heat developed at my core and I squeezed my legs together, speed walking away from her. She had to be messing with me. -- My lips were almost touching hers, as though something magnetic continued to pull us closer. I had no words. I was no longer angry with her. I was consumed by her. -- Brin waited for this day to come. The day she would meet her human bride. She imagined a beautiful encounter, love at first sight, a magnetism like no other, but her future bride, the warrior princess, Alvena, had a much different view. Fae and humans were not alike.