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Covert Revulsion
Guest
It had been just over a year since the incident that had occurred in the King's court. A young man that had long served the king facing a crime that was much considered idiotic and unnecessary. She hadn't been the only one to agree... but it happened either way. The young man had been banished from the kingdom, for as long as he live. That day, she had cried, yet promised to herself and him, she would find him one day, return to him and be with him until the day she die.
Those memories brought a few fresh tears to roll down her lovely, soft, cream colored cheek. She blinked her eyes, gentle hazel eyes glazed by the tears she had shed for him. Inhaling sharply, she held back from crying anymore, now certainly wasn't the time, she could almost feel she was close to him. The area was dark, illuminated by the stars of the night only. She had abit of difficulty of seeing, but she was intent on reaching the town that was claimed to lie ahead, and it did.
The young woman of nineteen walked, reddish brown tresses hung loosely down to her midback. She stood at a decent height, slim and slender was her body mass. She was Marielle de Rian, a young woman of a middle class family in a kingdom over. She was searching for someone, someone dear to her, someone she promised to not cease looking, and she hasn't. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes before blinking them open, and walking towards the shadowed outskirts of town.
Those memories brought a few fresh tears to roll down her lovely, soft, cream colored cheek. She blinked her eyes, gentle hazel eyes glazed by the tears she had shed for him. Inhaling sharply, she held back from crying anymore, now certainly wasn't the time, she could almost feel she was close to him. The area was dark, illuminated by the stars of the night only. She had abit of difficulty of seeing, but she was intent on reaching the town that was claimed to lie ahead, and it did.
The young woman of nineteen walked, reddish brown tresses hung loosely down to her midback. She stood at a decent height, slim and slender was her body mass. She was Marielle de Rian, a young woman of a middle class family in a kingdom over. She was searching for someone, someone dear to her, someone she promised to not cease looking, and she hasn't. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes before blinking them open, and walking towards the shadowed outskirts of town.