It was January of my senior year in high school. Things should have been coming to an end. My classmates were primarily focused on things like senior trip, college applications, prom, and graduation rather than schoolwork. At least that's how it was before the accident. My parents were both professors at a nearby college. Their work never interested me, ye...
Robert Baratheon sighed in boredom as he walked aimlessly outside Castle Darry. After spending nearly a month in Winterfell, they were on their way back to King's Landing with the Starks in tow. Excluding the first night, the rest of his stay was fairly uneventful. He'd drank, feasted, and whored to his heart's content. He'd even gone on a hunt with Ned and...
Muriel considered running away, but that would cause more problems than could be solved. The dishonor she'd place on her family could be far too much to handle. The baron might cancel the betrothal. People would stop socializing with her sisters. Her father might even be refused some business over this stupidity. All of this might not happen if Muriel was ru...
"My heart ... my heart ... it's hurting." Normally, Muriel would have found that statement to be childish, but Prince Vidar said it with such intense pain that Muriel couldn't find any fault in his words. She didn't need to see him in order to know that he was in a bit of despair. "I watched him, and I would've thrown him out a window, but the quickest r...
Author's Note: Sometimes I feel bad about writing short chapters. Other times, I feel that if a certain chapter was any longer, it would be a drag. I don't know. *** They figured it out within a few hours. On that embarrassing night when both Vidar and Muriel had been heavily drunk, they must have gone to each other, missing each other, loving each oth...
Muriel had several red and swollen marks, and she was very sore, but otherwise she was physically fine. Mentally, she had wounded herself. The moment Doctor Bergson declared that she was fine, Muriel hopped up and said she was going to return to Vidar. "Well, you could do that," the doctor said with raised eyebrows, "but he's likely in his bedchamber n...
What was given to the public was half a lie. As far as everyone knew, the spell the young baroness placed on Muriel was intended to be a blessing, but it turned out to be a complete failure, a piece of wet wood that couldn't be burned. So, people assumed that nothing had actually changed Muriel's body or mind at all, aside from the mark. In all fairness, the...
Muriel had to leave soon after her marriage's consummation, and she slept in her new bedroom. She woke up so early in the morning that she could barely see any sunlight. She washed herself with cool water. Then she used a metal comb dipped in just enough of a perfumed oil to give her hair a light sheen and a pleasant aroma. As her eyes lazily took in her ref...
On some afternoons, Muriel had her blind chats with Prince Vidar. On other afternoons, Muriel would sit on that white couch and enjoy her time as the prince watched her. She always had a snack on those occasions, and she ate them with enthusiasm. Sometimes, Muriel wore a pair of shoes that could be easily slipped on and off. Why? Because she had received a...
Author's Notes: This story's universe shares some similarities with my Wish Granted series, but it is not the same universe. It's a completely separate universe. It's sort of an experiment. I'm not 100% sure how this story will end, but I felt like I needed to publish what I have. It's amusing me that much. I should also note, in case some people would be...