that's the thing about you and me
we're flying in the face of gravity
we're flying in the face of gravity
Kassandra dislikes castles.
The Furae palace had been a sprawling and silveresque expanse of turret towers and gunwalls, manned by guards at all hours. It was made up of multiple campuses, had at least sixteen gardens, (Queen Nethalandin had enjoyed flowers from all over the world), half as many kitchens, an entire wing dedicated to books (the king avoided it like the plague), and a secret sorcerer’s chamber in the basement where Kassandra would be dragged to do her readings.
And, of course, there was her tower.
She had come to the Dawn Court hoping to find Ipomoea and pass on her well wishes and congratulations. It was a foolish thought, now; she had met him once and only briefly, but his kindness and bravery had made a lasting mark. But who was she against this twice-King? Who was she to this boy with angel’s wings on his feet?
Far above, the ceiling was glass, lined with black iron seams. The sky beyond was aubergine. Hanging tendrils of ivy made dangling curtains that children ran through, giggling at the tickling sensation of the spade-shaped leaves dragging against their skin. The floor was covered in places in sphagnum, and the hallways were divided by glass vases filled with pearlescent royal lilies.
It was breathtaking, but Kassandra could not help looking for secret doors or hidden passages that may lead to a secret tower where an unfortunate prisoner languished away.
She thinks her made of flowers at first, some topiary crafted from white roses and wisteria, with antlers dipped in gilt. It is only as the moonlight shifts across her form, her beautiful face and graceful neck bending and moving to smell the blooms. She laughs against the pollen soft on her nose and moves amongst the other forms, all plain and unassuming as to be formless against her.
She is, with no doubt, the most beautiful creature Kassandra has ever seen.
So it is with much confidence and bated breath that she steps up to the ivory creature and asks, “Excuse me, are you the princess of this castle?” in a volume just shy of blurting.
"SPEECH" ! @ASTER
i hope this is okay ;w;
i hope this is okay ;w;
