Stone Circle blóði

In a moment, the princess was rewritten.
No longer ragged royalty; no longer Jesus or even Isas, that clumsy questioning infinitely sad girl who trailed a loveless Mother and watched the world pass her by.
Sólarbjörn.
Sól.
She closed her eyes and smiled. Sól, Repeated so softly. Bjarna and Sól. Sól opened her eyes then and kissed Bjarna shyly on the cheek, the first time she had ever dared such affection to another. It was the best thing she'd ever felt. It was peace. It was meaning. It was life, redefined in a way that might finally let her breathe.