Author: Jomasten
{oOo}
It... was an impressive structure, to say the least.
The walls were high for such a building, with flying buttresses as magnificent as the citadel proper itself. The towers rose to impressive heights, and the pinnacle was lined with rows of awe-inspiring statues and gargoyles, meant to scare away any evil-doers and other such of ill-intent.
Well, it might have been more magnificent in description, Azmina thought, if it hadn't been made completely out of cushions.
It had been two months since she had taken the duty of baby-sitting the young Dorn heir. It probably was the most fun two months, and the most fun for the months to come.
Case in point, Cousin Rogal's latest pillow fort, using pillows and cushions requisitioned from throughout the Dorn clan home.
It only stood a good ten-feet, but she had to admit, Rogal really did a good job.
She giggled when she saw Rogal's head peek over a plush wall, glaring at her.
Oh, like that's going to stop her as she began to lay 'siege' on the puffy bastion.
Rogal gaped and shouted in dismay as two days of hard work was torn down by his cousin Azmina casually kicking off the base of a pillow archway, bringing the rest of the plush fortress down over his head.
For the next three years, this would become a routine.
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