Anastasia noticed the light, which glimmered off the snow, slowly illuminating the trees along the path on the hill and the valley. Their boughs, heavily laden with crystals, looked like shadows against the soft blue of the sky. The entire world felt covered in quiet solitude, the soft crunch of the horses as they trod, was the only sound occasionally breaking the silence. The sharp scent of fresh snow felt invigorating as she tried not to shiver. Huddling further into his chest, she watched the world as it unveiled itself, feeling something akin to awe settle in her bones at the magnificence around her. Its beauty felt ageless, as if eons would pass by and the place would remain as it was, untouched by time.
Ileus: The Dark Prince
Fantasy · MishaK
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