It's those times when mindless chatter echoes in her ears and the tea is bland on her tongue that she wishes to be relieved of this life. It is an empty life, one of parties and suitors and such destestable things. She is nothing but a pretty face to them. A pretty face whose daddy has a measurable amount of riches. "Ho hum."
And then there are the spare times where she can taste bliss, if only for a split second. Screams of the Sirens threaten them undone, but still she returns to see him. He, whose eyes are of the ocean and whose laughter is the singing of the angels--he finds his joy in murmuring sweet love into her ears and caressing pink cheeks. For once, do her lips curl skyward, because someone, truly, cares for her.
But does her love heed true? No, the girl with the jade eyes smiles truly for only one. Her love for this man--this prince--is that of a brother. No, she cannot think of him romantically.
It is only when the face of a boy, his face still round with youth, flashes across her mind's eye that smiles, and smiles truly.
The Daughter of Green loves the Servant of Evil.</sub>
Ah, your clothes...they remind me of that Blue Prince guy! I believe he's one of my brothers, I'm not sure. *smiles sheepishly* I have so many siblings around here.