It was small, the envelope she held in her hand. Over and over she turned the item, her gaze focused on the window in front of her instead of the parchment between her fingers. Her blue manicured nails brushed against the starch-white paper, matching the font printed on the front that spelled out her name. Or at the very least the shortened version ( Read more... )

Romana had fallen asleep at her chair, curled up against the soft cushions with an opened book tucked under her chin. Golden strands of hair framed the sides of her face, fluttering against her soft breathes from her sound slumber. Her left hand was still resting on the spine of the book while her other arm was draped over her middle. Not even the ( Read more... )

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