aliya's-face

{ @ciuin-agus-cliste }

❝ I’m so bored of all this! ❞ As she spoke, she threw her hands in the air, the bracelets around her wrists clinking together in a discordant melody. It was a crisp day, a wind in the air that rustled the leaves and soured Aliya’s mood. She longed for the warmth of the Summer Court.

For all her wealth, all her power, Aliya sometimes never felt so trapped as she did in her role of High Queen. Someone always wanted something from her, always needed a moment of her time. There was never a quiet moment, never an opportunity to slip away unnoticed into the cover of the trees.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Aliya spun round to face the girl currently stripping her bed. As she moved, the scent of dew and dying leaves and pumpkin filled the air - the very essence of autumn radiating from her core. ❝ Oh how I envy you. I never seem to get a moment to myself. ❞