The Heartwood little bird

She blinks rapidly to clear the tears away, reminding herself of who she is; a daughter of kings and queens, royal blood flowing through her veins. Queens never cried. But I'll never be a queen, will I?
Mostly dry-eyed now, she forces herself to answer the question. I... there was nothing left for me in Dynverther, and the Empire sickened me, She takes a step back, hoping to calm her still-racing heart. I'd hoped for a new beginning. Not a ghost from the past.

written by xynien