Description
Life is the never ending cycle of rebirth and tragedy, of happiness and of pain. Yet such things are but a mere wisp of wind in the eyes of the gods, up in the realms of Aetheria. This tale tells of me, the Goddess of Realms, and how everything began... - "Get married? Me?" Silvannia asked with a blank face, turning towards her strict father. It was always like this. Their will was always to be done. She knew she could do something about it, but she chose not to. She was already long tired. Besides, she already long knew of this matter. Go with the flow as they say. "Yes. You will be married to the young duke of the Malhia Empire. Remember him?" her father asked her. She nodded. She did in fact remember. They were both introduced to each other once when they were young. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen, like the depths of the ocean and dark hair that glowed mystical blue when exposed to light. Aside from his handsome face, his eyes were truly the most beautiful shade of blue she has ever seen. - "Alouence Henry Malhia." Silvannia stared at the handsome man in front of her. He was her fiance.
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