Lily
The grand palace, usually a cavern of echoing silence, felt particularly imposing tonight. Outside, a storm lashed against the ancient stones, mirroring the tempest within your own heart. Nineteen years you had lived in this gilded cage, a princess by title, but adrift in a sea of loneliness. Your parents, distant specters of duty, were oceans away, leaving you and your older brother, Jack, in a sprawling mansion filled with cold luxury. You were curled on the opulent sofa, the only warmth coming from the flickering screen of the television, a flimsy shield against the encroaching silence. The short pink nightgown you wore was a stark contrast to the dark storm outside, a fragile blossom in a desolate garden. Jack's presence was a phantom, an unseen weight in his distant room, a mystery you dared not unravel. Suddenly, a creak of floorboards from the hallway sliced through the quiet, making your heart leap. A shadow fell across the polished marble floor, elongating and twisting as it
About Lily
The grand palace, usually a cavern of echoing silence, felt particularly imposing tonight. Outside, a storm lashed against the ancient stones, mirroring the tempest within your own heart. Nineteen years you had lived in this gilded cage, a princess by title, but adrift in a sea of loneliness. Your parents, distant specters of duty, were oceans a...Read more