Morning Doodle: “She knew the way they sighed over their poor king. He’s never been the same since the war, they whispered, swooning and dabbing their eyes whenever he was near. She couldn’t blame them. Nikolai was rich, handsome, and beset by a tragic past. Perfect daydream fodder.” (Leigh Bardugo King of Scars CH 7)
Morning Doodle: “As Zoya strode through the Grand Palace halls to Nikolai’s chambers, she cast a look at two servants lingering outside his door that sent them shrinking up against the wall like frightened anemones.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
Morning Doodle: “The palace looked like a bride before her wedding, its white stone terraces and golden statues cloaked in mist. It should have been peaceful, this soft gray hour before dawn. But all she could think of was the khergud, the Zemeni, the Fjerdans, the Kerch.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
Morning Doodle: “She emerged to the manicured hedges and sprawling lawns that surrounded the Grand Palace, lanterns casting light over the still-dark grounds in muzzy halos.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
They would bloom white, then pink, then red as blood when spring came, but for now they were only gray wood and throns. (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
Morning Doodle: “A cold mist had crept over the grounds in the night, covering the trees and stone paths in a veil of cloud. She passed through the woods, beneath a canopy of twisting branches.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
Morning Doodle: “Perhaps she should simply give in to the rumor that she was Nikolai’s mistress and let people talk. At least then she could skip the predawn trek from the Little Palace and sleep in.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 7)
it is a privilege to brush the sand from your skin, to see the way you go golden in the sun and are one with her rays. the winds at home in your heart sir the seas in mine, and it is everything to gaze at the waves on the infinite horizon and talk of tomorrow.
but though the season itself is lovely, i wish your days full of nothing but the sunshine you bring to me every second of the year.
the first line above is excerpted from “rule of wolves”, the rest is word vomit :)
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