Beauty of the Storm
Ok just so you know I jump in and out of stories alot so don't be confused if I suddenly change stories on you, it's just how I think.
The silver doors flew open and flooded Wilhelm with anxiety; he stood respectfully for a proud, hawk like woman who seemed to be roughly 10 years elder than him. He thought “this is the woman who would by no fault of her own imprison him, this is my betrothed.” To his astonishment she was pursued by two others a round-faced man with a slender mustache and the beauty he dragged after him was a lady who was at slightest 7 years younger than Wilhelm, she had a mass of abyss hair and bright true blue eyes.
The proud woman halted scarcely short of the throne and inclined slightly, the man duplicated her example stooping near to the ground struggling to force a bow on his daughter.
The beauty stubbornly would not budge, it seemed as if the struggle was going to be a dilemma with her parents who were hysterically whispering words such as “your humiliating us you wretched girl.” and “Don’t you scare away the greatest suitor of all.” The family after several moments of squabbling appeared to remember that the prince was a humanbeing with reactions reminiscent of revulsion, anger or intolerability.
Three faces gazed up franticly at the prince who to the parent’s great relief and to the beauty’s fury was laughing.
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I didn't get a chance to read all your stuff, but I will. SOmetime. I promise. Sorry there are no writing realted comments.
No problem. Thank you for reading any of it! =D
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