#drownedambition

The Queen.

  It was an unusually cold day in the middle of Autumn. The winds blew across the sky as the leaves danced into the fated direction. The skies were pale and grey. Was it going to rain? Winter was still too far away for such a sorrowful atmosphere. 

Aya wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. The only piece of article that had given her some form of warmth was the sweater she was wearing. It wasn't much she had, but it would do until she could afford a new one. 

Her long, white hair billowed in all direction, covering her face. It was hard to see the trail, even if she was to pull her hair away, it would be no good. She was too preoccupied trying to move her hair that she had not looked where she was going. The moment Aya turned her attention back onto the road, she ran straight into someone. She looked up to apologize. 

        | ♛ | The question raises a slender scarlet eyebrow and a small look of incredulity to mar her features. However, the momentary look of confusion ebbed away into a neutral one within seconds and a bit of a smirk crosses her countenance while she leans back, hand outstretched with a bit of a casual shrug added to it. “I don’t know if you’re a masochist or not, but you can try. I’m not going to be held liable for the flaying, dismemberment, gutting, ec cetera you’ll receive from my fiance, though. He can be so possessive of me sometimes."

drowned-ambition

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