A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Samantha and Xeola were not friends.
Samantha didn't see any merit in provoking the heiress of the oldest duchess and spoke words that pleased the princess.
So, whenever there were any interactions between the two, Xeola was the dominant one.
Xeola wasn't interested in antagonizing anyone without reason, so other than being a little haughty, she didn't show her any disrespect.
Their interactions were as artificial as they were between any two nobles.
Pleasant lies. Fake laughter. Contrived smiles.
But.
There was something between them. Something they never told each other but could sense at a deep level.
The princesses felt, for no apparent reason at all, that they were similar.
It was absurd.
Xeola's standing was way higher. Samantha's talent was acknowledged to be much greater. A bright extrovert who could talk to anyone and a silent introvert who only talked when she had to.