The most dangerous of them all, she had been tamed, now wandering through the woods trying to find someone to convince them that she was innocent
She was not here to watch them take everything she loved. She would fight till her death and she had the advantage of being underrated.
"Grass is always greener on the other side", they say and I've heard there is an emerald meadow below my feet, but only they can see it.
Her throne was her prison. But, young as she was, she ruled with grace and passion through the longest and darkest of nights.
Wise, Wicked, Beautiful
"It took her around 6 hours to finish my portrait. Of course the birds weren't standig still for that long. It was a little intimidating to stare at her for the whole session. Right before she finished she looked back at me one last time. She looked me directly in the eyes and I swear I could see the entire universe for just a second"
And there she was, right in front of me. Delicate and myterious as ever. All in lace that covers her like a poem. But something was different. I stared at her as she disappeared into the night, wondering what gave me that shiver as she looked back at me...
Her wings weren't growing as fast as she would want them to. So she had to watch the other winged ones diving through the sky, waiting for her day to come.