What was it about the town square that made Lisia feel so exposed? To her, it was as if someone was parading her around, screaming her name at the top of their lungs. Not her alias, the name given to her the day she escaped the clutches of the "king". No, her real name. The name of Deamore's Crown Princess. Lisia was positive that her fake name did not suit her. Lis Mirakel made her sound as though she was just another face in the crowd. On the other hand, Lisia Hallowell made her sound regal and unique. She was not entirely sure if sounding regal is what she wanted though. Maybe the sleepy town life was the way she should spend her years. Surely whoever took the throne after Jonathon died would be a much more gracious king. Lisia did not know that for sure though.
So, for the time being, she would wait for the opportunity to kick that phony king off his oh-so-high throne. She had to win against him. Lisia looked up from the book she was pretending to read to watch the people passing by outside. Her face was shadowed over by her cloak, but she was still terrified that someone would notice them. Sonia didn't even know that Lisia and her servant Lucia were out of the house. She was happy that Elliot agreed to cover for her; she couldn't spend another moment cooped up.
Now that she was in town though, she wondered if it was worth it. If one of Jonathon's forces found out who she was, they would have her head then and there. Lisia put the book back on the shelf, wondering where Lucia was with their coffee. She wanted to leave town soon so she could spend a quiet day reading at her favorite spot by the cliffsides. Absently, the brunette girl ran her hands along the spine of the books.
She loved the feeling of their leather binding beneath her fingertips. It reminded her of her late mother in a way. Caprice had been so fond of reading. Lisia felt as though it brought her closer to her parents. Her memories of them were few and far between, but the emotions that came with thoughts of them were too much to not love. Warmth, kindness, love... Lisia shook her head as if it would clear the thoughts away. It worked for a moment when she pulled a heavy volume off the shelf. She flipped through it. It was well-written, constructed with an artistic grace.
With a sigh, Lisia sat herself down on one of the many provided chair. She turned to the first page, her eyes hungrily eating up the words. What is fate? Is it the abstract thought that governs our lives or is it nothing more than a romantic notion that was created by man long ago?
Lisia sometimes wondered that herself.
So, for the time being, she would wait for the opportunity to kick that phony king off his oh-so-high throne. She had to win against him. Lisia looked up from the book she was pretending to read to watch the people passing by outside. Her face was shadowed over by her cloak, but she was still terrified that someone would notice them. Sonia didn't even know that Lisia and her servant Lucia were out of the house. She was happy that Elliot agreed to cover for her; she couldn't spend another moment cooped up.
Now that she was in town though, she wondered if it was worth it. If one of Jonathon's forces found out who she was, they would have her head then and there. Lisia put the book back on the shelf, wondering where Lucia was with their coffee. She wanted to leave town soon so she could spend a quiet day reading at her favorite spot by the cliffsides. Absently, the brunette girl ran her hands along the spine of the books.
She loved the feeling of their leather binding beneath her fingertips. It reminded her of her late mother in a way. Caprice had been so fond of reading. Lisia felt as though it brought her closer to her parents. Her memories of them were few and far between, but the emotions that came with thoughts of them were too much to not love. Warmth, kindness, love... Lisia shook her head as if it would clear the thoughts away. It worked for a moment when she pulled a heavy volume off the shelf. She flipped through it. It was well-written, constructed with an artistic grace.
With a sigh, Lisia sat herself down on one of the many provided chair. She turned to the first page, her eyes hungrily eating up the words. What is fate? Is it the abstract thought that governs our lives or is it nothing more than a romantic notion that was created by man long ago?
Lisia sometimes wondered that herself.