Mature for adult content!!
The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know.
Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own.
And my hair was always white as snow.
Iris has always been my home, its people my family.
The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by.
"why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace.
The tallest tree in all the king's forest.
Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones.
I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers.
When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself.
I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest.
By then it will be too late.
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Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower.
But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap.
Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.
Hands held me to the ground. Multiple pairs of hands. Multiple faces. A grinning wolf. A razor sharp smile. Bloody lips. I felt their hands claw over my body like they were digging into my flesh. Nails scraped at my skin, knuckles pressed into my flesh. They were tearing me apart. Their fingers gnawed at me, wanting to devour me whole. Wanting to take a piece of me as they leaned over me from above. I watched them push and shove each other, grabbing my leg, an arm, my hair. I thrashed beneath them, screaming, but like always my voice was non-existent.
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Princess Serri Bayor, did not expect to find herself wondering through the wild forest of Miran alone at night. After escaping the confines of the palace, the last thought on her mind was death. But now as she ventured further into the unknown territory she wondered what sort of death she would face.
All her life she had been warn of what laid in this lush forest. What these towering trees have seen and witnessed beneath their bowing canopies. Suddenly marrying that hairy pig of a man seemed less disgusting. She wondered if turning back would be too late. Would her father kill her upon her arrival or would something else take her life and send her head back on a spike?
Follow along as Princess Serri ventures off into a teaming forest filled with hungry killers, tempting eyes and twisted fates.
Be forewarned though. This is no fairytale of a story.