Look into my broken eyes
And you will find I have to most colorful soul Being dimmed, By this cruel world. - Victoria Bowman
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Beautifully shattered shards of my soul,
Rouge droplets staining them all. One day, I'll learn to smile, Kindness shining past the fissures on my heart. Evening comes, day light fades. Now, I know, I'm where I belong. Because... Night holds dear all the broken souls. ~ Victoria Bowman Enjoy! " Palace guards escort us to the throne room and none can help but marvel at the beauty. The floors are polished black marble filled with golden webs. Obsidian columns tower above, cradling a ceiling of stars. The illusion of stars came from gems embedded in the black ceiling. One would wonder how Queen Myla lit her throne room but she managed. Torches lounged on every column and their glow reflected off the precious stones. My gaze wandered to the front of the room. Two steps up led to a white marble platform that held a silver throne. Seated on the throne was who I assumed to be the queen. Her dark gown flowed to the floor, hiding her legs and feet. As my eyes traveled up, I noticed her gown was not form fitting at all but loose as my spy had described. Her hands were gloved and resting on the arms of her throne. My eyes came to rest on the veil hiding her face. Not an inch of skin could be seen." Story: War
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