
mikaelsins:
Because she knew when she slept, she would dream. Sometimes she dreamed of broken skiffs with black sails and decks slick with blood, of people crying out in the darkness. But worse were the dreams of a pale prince who pressed his lips to her neck, who places his hands on the collar that circled her throat and called forth her power in a blaze of bright sunlight.
Published on March 24, 2013 18:29