thelitjunkie

     The seer came into the dining hall with nothing on. She had lived so long and so dutifully that her body was almost completely tatted, except for her eyes. Her eyes were white and unblinking. The girls at the table all knew that she was caught in a vision. Her bare feet slapped against the stone. She grabbed onto an unsuspecting maid and whispered into her face, a long stream of jumbled words. The other girls and I waited at the breakfast table for this to end. Trepid anticipation hung in the air. One of us would be leaving. The seer practically threw the body of the maid. The maid quickly walked away from the room after regaining her b

     A resounding silence fills the church building, marked by a thick layer of anticipation. Servants, lords, ladies, and the lucky commonfolk are all crammed into pews. The people are anxious and unnerved. The large wooden doors to the church open and everyone in the building turns to look. Some look fearful; some look bored. The princess is small. Her long black hair falls in ringlets, a hairstyle that was specially prepared for this ceremony. Her skin is fair and pale, a sign of someone who doesn’t spend long days toiling away in a field. She wears long light blue robes, intricate symbols are threaded in the fabric with gold thread