Prelude
She stood there in the arms of one of her protector's and Lover's. Her face pressed into his chest, and her hands clenching his shirt with tears and soft sobbing as he held her. The other stood behind them with arms cross sending her the comfort she needed.
After what felt like a lifetime, the massive doors to the throne room of the three kings opened. She slowly raised her head from its position after the steps of feet faded from her ears. Glancing up at the one or ones who had hurt her, and she felt her lovers and protector's growls. She couldn't seem to bring the word mates to her mind, for it was still strange. Her big doe-like eyes stared into the shock and guarded eyes of Isabella Marie Swan, her older half-sister.
Last edited on January 1,2020