My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The Prince refused to allow Agatha to best him. He would chase his runaway bride through the castle tombs and drag her back to make her suffer for his humiliation. Lashing out with his dagger, the Prince attempted to defend himself against the onslaught of phantoms pouring out of the catacombs. A vain effort, his blade … Continue reading Conspirators
Agatha sat on the beach, her face turned upward to let the sea breezes and sun wash over her. Deftly fingering the beads of her old rosary, she silently recited her blessings, ending with the name of the priest who gave his life for hers. The open expanse of the shoreline was a stark contrast … Continue reading A nightmare comes calling
His mail rattling with each step, the sergeant of arms strode with purpose into the cavernous hall. In one hand he dragged the submissive priest behind him, his other hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The whole while, the Prince watched the spectacle, a look of boredom on his face. He slumped in … Continue reading Lost in the tunnels
Preparations for the ceremony were traditionally spread over a fortnight, for no other reason than to give the aristocracy an excuse for drunken debauchery. Not that they needed a reason, but the clergy turned a blind eye to their indiscretions since they did eventually lead to a solemn ceremony. A costly rite that added essential … Continue reading Catacombs
Thin spiral notebook 