[[ Gah, no one has signed up for either of my royal's matches -_-" ]]
Lissa gasped as the corset was pulled tighter on her
dress, the purple fabric swaying as it was tied. After they had finished with the torture device, she sat in the garden, looking at the flowers.
As the arrow hit the bullseye for the seventh time in a row, Tory took off his jacket and retreived his arrows. The scents of the forest mingled around him, and he felt at home in the woods.
[[ Is 'forbidden romance' allowed? ]]