Beauty to Ashes

It was a beautiful beginning. She was a precious princess who was treasured by her father. Her life should have been filled with beauty, without winter, only sunshine. She just had to meet him. As she was dozing off, wrapped in a bundle of blankets on her father’s lap in court, He was kneeling below, with a pale complexion and picturesque eyes. A small red mark was imprinted between his brows, akin to a red-crowned crane – alluring and highly venomous. He was a prince from the enemy land being held hostage, possessing an uncertain future She was the princess, with royal blood running in her veins. Hence, she became a legend passed down in folksongs on the apricot path: To give her lif...