Shiaine

Devoveo's bride was greeted with gasps, an angel in white suddenly illuminating the doorway. Princess Auriele paused inside the chapel doors to look at her holy prison; wanting to see the loveliness of the place that would ruin her .Every surface dripped with her favorite flowers and a sacred hymn filled the air, and once again the wrongness twisted in her gut. This must be part of my opera: a celestial chorus, with a counterpoint in minor tones, one voice drowned by everything. The hero in the dragon's lair. There was Auguste, her brother, pitiless beside the altar. The beleaguered princess stared at him, but stepped forward with a silent p