#!:chains

A queen stands in the rain, cold drops of silvery water flowing as a waterfall in her pale skin. She is a tall woman, wearing moonlight as a veil when she walks. Steps echoes like whispers, in a duet with the drops falling from the grey sky. The queen closes her eyes, silently humming a song that belonged to the memories of the dead. The lyrics come to her in the gentle voice of her lord father, who used to sing to his daughters when they were very little. It is cold and dark, but the woman likes it — she still remembers of dances in the rain with her sister, arm in arm and the most soft of the smiles in her lips. How many years since the last time they saw each other? Helena opens her eyes, sapphire iris sparkling in the dark of the street.