The morning air had been suffocating to my lungs, the frigid temperatures freezing my breath.
I stood shivering outside, beyond the palace garden wall and far away from the knotted willow tree where my last encounter with the king had taken place.
‘You do look lovely in this light Lady Fairspen..’ a voice purrs, the sound crawling along my skin.
I turn to find the King dressed in a dark blue cloak, fur lined and leather gloved. He’s appeared like a perfectly pampered cat, perched on a low garden wall ready to pounce. He’d be the perfect husband if time and ignorance could keep him frozen like this, the image of unearthly perfection hiding his cruel and twisted insides, the exterior just too lovely to tear your gaze away from.
‘It’s good to know you can do as your told’ The king jibe
