The Queen’s Symphony: Chapter Five

Bluebirds flitted about the outstretched boughs of oaks planted in the days of some King Durent or another, sounding out their love calls to the sun that hung at its zenith in a sky of white, windblown clouds. Lydus wanted nothing right now more than to shoot them. Had he fired a musket before? Well, … Continue reading "The Queen’s Symphony: Chapter Five"