Articles by Thessaly Veruna

The night had dragged on, as many did these days. The demotion had been beyond humiliating, but the humiliation of his indiscretion weighed far heavier. His wife no longer spoke to him. His children rarely lifted their eyes when conversation was necessary. All for what? A sip of a wine and...

The amphitheater smelled of copper and incense. Torchlight reflected off the marble tiers, where Eliad's nobles leaned forward with liquored mirth as the sand below grew redder with every strike. Thessaly sat stiffly, a cascade of expansive fabrics and pearls meant to disguise the rawness of...

Parrlay 9 years of age The dressing chamber was vast enough to swallow her whole. Walls panelled in dark wood, polished until they reflected the lamplight. High windows veiled with gauze draperies, faint evening sun seeping through in pale ribbons. The smell of beeswax and starched linen...