Prose

—When he told the truth about being bound to the Wench room fell quiet. The sun was high on the horizon and the day seemed to be too lovely to witness such confession. The chambers too homely to bear such invasion. The family too dear to burden so. The family so strong to bear it tall.—

a little something to share with you from a longer story that I am working on for a while now. It will be available in the short prelude on wattpad by may.  On the longer full storyline, news will follow up soon 🙂
stvora

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