( the-kingdom. ✶ ) 'beneath silver heavens: among ivory dreams
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ㅤdevoted Christo carried Kiyesha's
ㅤname within his heart ༉‧♥️˚.
ㅤlike an eternal hymn, loving her with
ㅤthe sort of tenderness only ancient

( 12 . . 'fairytales dare to speak of beneath candlelit heavens &. sleeping roses. )
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once upon a hush
of gilded dawns

&. cathedral bells 𝄞 ⨾ 𓍢ִ໋

ㅤㅤthere lived a maiden named;
ㅤㅤKiyesha, whose existence felt
ㅤㅤless like a mortal tale &. more
ㅤㅤlike a forgotten hymn pressed
ㅤㅤbetween the brittle pages of
ㅤㅤan ancient chronicle ʚଓ ּ 🌟 ֶָ֢.

as though uttering her name too loudly might shatter the delicate miracle of her being. she was all rosewater lullabies &. candlelit silk, all ( velvet-curtained. 🌟) reveries stitched together by the patient; finger of destiny itself. ❦
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ㅤVOL . II UPON MARBLE BALCONIES ㅤ
ㅤPale camellias unfurled. Ivory doves
ㅤgathered by her window. Even the
ㅤmoon, solemn &. eternal, appeared
ㅤto linger longer above her chambers

ㅤ. ݁ 🔒 ˖ merely to behold her sleeping
ㅤsilhouette beneath embroidered
ㅤquilts of gold thread and lace.
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( 33 : 09 ) a prince not merely
by blood, but by bearing. He
carried himself with the sort of
quiet gallantry sung of in archaic
sonnets the kind inked by lonely
poets beside storm-lit windows.

ㅤChristo possessed eyes dark as
ㅤantique mahogany &. hands
ㅤweathered by swordsmanship
ㅤand pilgrimage alike, yet __ ♡
ㅤwhenever he looked upon

all his grandeur /. IX

dissolved into: achingly tender.
Something boyish. Something
ruinously devoted. Their first
meeting did not arrive amidst
trumpets nor royal ceremony.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ a woodland drenched in amber dusk.
ㅤthe distant trill of harp-like birdsong.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ· · ─ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · ─ · ·

ㅤgathering wildflowers beside a
ㅤsilver creek whilst humming an
ㅤold cradle hymn forgotten by the
ㅤkingdom centuries ago. astray
ㅤfrom his hunting party, heard the
ㅤmelody drifting through the
ㅤtrees like sacred enchantment.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌟🌟🪷

ㅤ&. for a fleeting moment, he believed
ㅤhe had wandered into the dreamscape
ㅤof saints. the castle servants
ㅤclaimed the pair resembled
ㅤsomething painted upon the
ㅤceilings of forgotten chapels
ㅤtoo radiant, too tragic, too
ㅤimpossibly devoted to belong
ㅤto the ordinary realm of men.
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