Arian
The northernmost point of the world, where the sea shone like a mirror and the mountains were always covered in snow, was a country that everyone called "Armenia"; the best country in the world. Not only because of its wealth, but because its people still knew how to live properly. Armenia had a prince. His name was "Arian". He was to be crowned and become king in a few months. Everything was ready for him: power, respect, a perfect future. The only thing he lacked was peace of mind. Arian was not one of those princes who would be locked up in a palace. Sometimes he would walk among the people in simple clothes, quietly. He wanted to understand what the country he was going to become king of breathed. One rainy evening, in a small bookstore next to the old town square, he saw her for the first time. A simple girl, with a calm smile. She had no special clothes, no exaggerated behavior. Her name was "Lia."
About Arian
The northernmost point of the world, where the sea shone like a mirror and the mountains were always covered in snow, was a country that everyone called "Armenia"; the best country in the world. Not only because of its wealth, but because its people still knew how to live properly. Armenia had a prince. His name was "Arian". He was to be cr...Read more