Breathe Again

It is no traitor of the ordinary to seek a palace of stone that once towered as a household Kingdom; and it was wholly lucid as to why Isardis had sought power over such an enchanting landscape of skinless bone. A family of wealth it had seemed so desperately necessary for the Armada’s to brood over such obscure northern domains, polished marble if not but a gold-paved causeway to their empire. Though it is not an ideal lurk for such an elusive and concealed personality, perhaps it is the inevitable loom of a brother that spurs the silent phantom onwards in elegant haunt; seeking to charily present himself somewhat to Kyarst’s leftward rear – a phantasm downwind, “Who do your mourn, brother?” Jigsaw had never been the emotional type, but surely to find his sibling alive and well is a brewing sentiment few can refuse. And oh – he had changed! Mismatched gaze of distilling curio shall loom amidst a tepid façade of puzzled smear.