Meanwhile, far within the thick heaps of dark forests which lay deepest in the hearts of Meredith, Ul Thera found an orchard. In a deep cave which blossomed with flowers. Dark but beautiful, with petals so pleasant and flowers so bright, bringing sight into the darkness. Fresh water flowed with joy at a narrow side within thus cave as sprinkles of sunlight fight their way into its shadows, glowing as bright as the beautous petals.Such beauty was not to be found on the surface world asides within the borders of Maeve. And only one person could recreate the hortiworld the way it was now.He walked into the splendid view, taking joy in the pleasant sights that it presented, and pretending to be unwary of the other presence that he felt."How long have I awaited this day?" A voice welcomed him, and the speaker could soon be seen among the beautiful bushes of flowers. Although her face could not be beheld with clarity, her figure could vaguely be distinguished from the stretching arms of

When she heard the roaster made its first crow, Cynthy, the daughter of Vagus, knew her days were finally over. Her life had been such an uneventful one, and now it would come to an abrupt end. Being the female half of two children, all she had ever known to learn was hard work and the responsibilities of a lady.Her father would say, "The life of a woman is easy. Be a good daughter, be a good lady, be a good wife, and finally be a good mother. Those are all that make a good woman."If only her life had such ease that he spoke of, then maybe she would have been a better daughter.She could never be a good daughter to him. Aware of his murderer's identity, she only watched as those who killed her father lived on in riches and bliss while she served them in their golden chambers.She wanted to have love, but she forgot her place. The place of a maid lies not by the side of a prince, the place of Cynthy was never with Daerys, the man who slew her father. But she forgot so easily.He had

As they stood there in admiration of one another, they could not ignore the admiration of the sight ahead of them, some kilometres away.The top of a few Hayden houses could be beheld from their position. The beauty, the solemn, the calm and the peace that awaited them. If only they would take the step."Come with me", said Cynthy. She was now ready to abscond with him, to be with him till the last of her days. "We can live together as normal people. No one will ever know.""The night there is beautiful, my father told me of it." She continued, speaking each word with a precious care and an inner gladness. "He said that the stars gather at sunset like butterflies in the sky, sparkling and stellar, and they would glitter the eyes of a man with the purple shades of resplendence. The crescent moon compliments their bespangled beauty. A sliver claw among a thousand astrals, he called it."The glare her eyes held was irresistible, and her words were coming directly from none but her heart.

Away from Ghosti'dor and back to Meredith, within and around the wall of the royal palace. Soldiers stood at every corner, alert and aware of every single bird and wary of every little fly that dared to cross into the large royal territory.The day was nearing its end when the two siblings appeared before the royal palace, astride a single horse. Sighting them from far off, the bells of the kingdom soared loud and high into the skies, blasting forth to announce their return.The lords gathered in one accord, spreading around the high parts of the palace building and staring down at the incoming horse which strode slowly into the palace.There below them were the two unbelievable beings who had dared to cast away with a royal prisoner and yet walk back into their midst like nothing had happened. Any king would have had their heads for such atrocity. It was indeed an act of treason, deserving of death and worthy of annihilation.But when it came to royalty, the rules had to bend. These

In an old tavern along the round roads within the drunk streets of Meredith, a man had gotten too much to drink for himself."Fuck the king! Fuck his daughter! That little bitch has put us in war, and yet she sits behind that beautiful mansion as we march forth to fight!""Seeing that you're right in here drinking away your life, I can guess you didn't volunteer to fight for the king." Replied the woman who traded them their drinks from behind the bar where she stood.She had short hair and fast working hands. And as her daughter poured more wine for the rambling man, she cautioned. "That is enough, Brienne. Georje has had too much already. If he loses his head for his words, his blood would be on you."But Georje was not ready to quit his wine. "Hey woman! So what if I don't march to war? My brother has gone to fight! And he is a fine warrior! In my case, war is not my talent. I fare better when I sit around and drink away my life. Now pour me some more wine, child!"But the woman wo