Sam Gabriel Miles
Joined April 2024
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The fall of the lich king
“madam Proudmoore” the matron started, but it was no use, her eyes were as blank as fresh parchment staring out the window onto the cobbled streets of Dalaran, watching pilgrims and prince’s alike minding their day to day business, her entire being seemed as still as a painting, her hair swaying softly as the cool air licked at her face, the ocean blue robes she wore stood as still as the lady herself, even the lady’s once powerful blue eyes now seemed week, and cold as if their burning core had become frozen. The lady had never been the same since she heard the news of what transpired at the frozen throne.
By Sam Gabriel Miles13 days ago in Fiction