Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160702233742

Anariel adjusted her own crown, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Varla's words seem to hit some cord with her, as she looked at herself, thinking what a shame it that such beauty is wasted on someone who doesn't even appreciate it.

Having prepared herself, she approached her husband, placing her in his. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, straightening her back and donned a serene, regal smile. Perhaps their life was hollow, an image created for the people, but both had a duty to perform. And both had been raised to perform it since birth.