Brae the Brave.

Do you ever wonder who took the light from our life? The life from our eyes? All we did was suffer.

[Brae the Brave. @LightningLaced]

" I feel a fire in the back of my throat,
so let's get covered in flames and play some games with the smoke "

Braelyn, Princess of Rotlore
Feral — Bewitching — Ensnared
Obzion

[Brae the Brave. @LightningLaced]

@OfRotlore "Not in the slightest," she quipped, leaning into the kiss. She was hardly dressed and hadn't left their bedchambers in days, which meant she was in no mood for entertaining Lorda and Ladies, or their crazed parents. "I prefer the sanctitude of these pillows."