Anesidora's heart was full of a fire and passion the world would never know. For her father was Stone and her mother was Ice and her genes predetermined the sunken face in her mirror. Her hair was white, her lips a deep lapis and her stare could freeze your blood. It was rumored that an unfortunate courtier had once brushed her flesh in passing and his heart stopped mid-beat.
Ane's days were lonely and long. No one had heard the alabaster princess speak in over a decade and so the villagers began whispering of a mute beauty who lived in a castle of ice...
If only the people could hear her singing behind those walls. Were they truly composed of snow and crystal, the walls would melt. Her voice was her fire, her words were of Spring and Anesidora was the key to the lush green fields and plentiful flora of the land.
The only price was her solitude. The only oath was her secrecy... so...
tell no one.
We were so very privileged to share with Leah this day posting each other's blogs and finding new friends to create with. Thank you to all the artists and writers for expressing their creativity.
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