Romance
Blood of my Blood
The candle's light danced across the parchment, sending elongated shadows skittering over the edges as if they were trying to escape the confines of the room. Aileana sat motionless before it, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. The silence was only broken by the occasional crackle of the wick as it burned.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Moonlight spilled through the open window, casting a silvery glow over Aileana's chamber. The allure of the Highlands beckoned her soul, whispering promises of peace and solitude. With each passing moment, the castle walls seemed to close in, stoking the fire of restlessness within her. She couldn't bear another night confined within these stones that seemed to mock her dreams of freedom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana paced the echoing halls of her ancestral home, the weight of Ewan's curse bowing her shoulders. Tapestries of valorous scenes loomed over her, whispering tales of Ancient power and long-forgotten secrets. The castle, with its stout walls and shadowed corners, had always been a steadfast presence, yet now it felt suffused with a silent urgency that matched the thrumming of her heart.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The dappling sunlight played across the grove, casting a mosaic of shadows upon Aileana's face as she sat on the grass, her fingers tracing the outlines of wildflowers. Ewan watched her from a little distance away, the forest's secluded embrace affording them a rare moment of solitude, far removed from the prying eyes of their kingdom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the crisp air of the Highlands as she drew her bowstring taut. The wind whispered through the heather, carrying a scent of earth and wild thyme. With a gaze as sharp as the arrow nocked between her fingers, she focused on the distant target—a weathered stump adorned with concentric circles painted in faded colors.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana’s chest heaved as she ascended the cragged incline, her footsteps a silent cadence against the wild thistle and heath. The Highlands lay before her, a tapestry of greens and purples undulating with the capricious will of the wind. Here, nestled in the quietude of nature, the cacophony of courtship and duty faded into the whispers of breezes through the bent grasses.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the cool Highland air; her gaze fixed on the distant target. With practiced grace, she drew the bowstring taut, aligning the arrow with her intent. The world hushed to the whisper of wind through heather and the creak of bending yew.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's form undulated, scales shimmering with the dying light as he retreated into the shadow of an Ancient oak. It was a secluded place, where the whispers of the forest spoke of enchantment and old secrets. With the grace of leaves falling to their final resting place on the autumn-kissed earth, his mighty dragon body contracted, contorting in a silent dance of transformation.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The wind held its breath, and Lady Aileana Glenroth became the stillness. Clad in her hunting garb, -a blend of earthen tones that whispered of forest and heather- she stood poised as if carved from the very landscape. Her fingers caressed the smooth wood of the bow, an extension of her own sinew and bone.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
