“Tell me about this Colin fellow, then.”
“He is kinder than you.”
“Yes, really. He is gentle and noble. He says my eyes are like agates.”
“Like rocks?” The gryphon pushed his head through the bush, his large fox-like ears close to his head. Glory glared him in the eye. She was put off by his stench, but utterly unafraid. “Ah, yes.” The gryphon seemed to smile. “I see.”
“He says my voice is like the skylark’s song.”
“Skylarks is it?” The gryphon’s ears perked. “I do like skylarks… they are delicious!”
Glory clenched her fists; heat rose to her face. “My hair is like the golden fleece captured by Jason from Colchis.”
“So he says your hair is like the dead hide of a castrated sheep. How quaint.”
Glory bit her lip and stomped her feet. “Even the Sun God worships me!”
The gryphon’s eyes flashed. His head cocked to the side, his mouth gaping a little. Glory could see his tongue rise and fall with his breath. For a moment she thought she had won.
“Forgive me, Princess, but I wish to retract the apology.”
“You are still ugly.”
“I am not ugly!” Glory screamed.
Glory is the youngest of seven princess and she’s in love with Colin. But her father has decided that the cursed child Eoghan, son of the evil man Xander, will be her husband-to-be and announces it on the night of her sister’s wedding. The princess is going to elope with her beloved, but despite all, she ends up at Blackthorn Keep where prince Eoghan lives. Continue reading “The Subtle Beauty”