Red Queen

The other woman smelled of wool and the cooking fire and milk, smelled like home like a mother ought.

Others stared into the darkness in hope and grief, looking for the ones who would stay lost forever.

burning candles in all the windows of the village, like stars leading them back to where they belonged.

The world is not made of things that are black and white but shades of grey

ight understand this in his heart and not just his mind.

Alice hoped that someday h

If the story wasn’t to be told properly then it shouldn’t be told at all.

stories get better the more you tell them.”

Eira was the sun that his love encircled.

She’d never seen him like this, never seen him so soft and melting around the edges.