Hello hello, all! Becky/ruffwriter here. It's been a while, but the Original Fiction Drabble-thon is once again underway! I hope you'll be able to join us
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By the time their grip of fear and tension had reached its breaking point, the king's son was not nearly two years old. The news of his strangeness had soaked into the streets like water to a sponge; terrible curses and omens were uttered, and the color red fell fast out of fashion for the second time since the long-ago wedding. The uneasy acceptance of the daughter, who had looked so much like her father it was uncanny, had been shaken at the sight of near-white hair and red eyes. When word got out that the boy would not babble or speak, there was little the king or his support could do to calm the rising unrest. Least of all the queen, who simply laughed and pulled her son away from the window and such things
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Girl, I am so in love with your style when it comes to writing fantasy - it's so lush and epic. Your awesome worldbuilding really shines through here, too. Viyle!! ♥
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