My kingdom was a kingdom of singers. The most (and best) bards came from my country. We woke singing, we continued singing as we worked, and we sang as we climbed into our beds.
My mother, Queen Arianna, was childless for sixteen years after she married my father. In the sixteenth year on the sixteenth week, my mother announced she had conceived. My father, King Fortunado, rejoiced and began preparations for a christening to end all christenings.
When my mother went into labor, it was sixteen minutes past midnight. At the dawn of the sixteenth day of January, I came into this world. Everyone present at my birth swears I came into the world singing. They claim when the midwife slapped my bottom to initiate my breathing, I did not cry like other children. Instead, I sang an aria.
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Ringo-Ichigo's random stories
I'll just be writing short stories up here about whatever I feel like. They could be fanfiction, mysteries, ghost stories, dreams, or anything. Think of this as a little smidgen of what goes on in my head.
For many crowns of violets
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist
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