Tasmina
They were brought in by the guards. The man was as described, pale faced and tall, with golden hair, the likes of which I had never seen. He was handsome, with a kind face and blue eyes that seemed to seek only the good in people. The woman on the other hand was a walking flame. Light from the lanterns danced in golden flecks upon her deep red hair. Her eyes were all the shades of green I had ever known. I had never seen anything like her. My heart beat loudly in my chest. Without even asking, I knew her to be Princess Elena of Nordicia. My husband’s second wife to be. I fought to keep any emotion off my face, glaring down at both of them.
They glared back up at us as the guards held them in place. They must have been around the same age as Rikom and I, the arrogance of youth sh
