C89 ~War Over True Heir~

Now there was whirring tension in their midst Opula flared up, feeling like to flake out within herself. At the time my husband was announced as heir, I couldn’t describe the crimson looks that wired across the face of Opula. But I could best described it as thunderous; the image you get on the soil when birds scavenge it for food

“Father tell me you are joking,” Opula snapped