Recent content by Isla

Ahem. Mind waitin' till you both get a room? Isla turned crimson when Brett's voice cut through their moment, the air thick with that teasing implication. Her body jolted with surprise and then a laugh burst out of her. She leaned forward slightly, releasing the saddle once more to try, and...

Isla scowled at him over he shoulder, though the curve of her lips gave her away. "Don't laugh at me!" She said in her most imperious tone, which was immediately undone by the squeal that escaped her lips when he nuzzled into her neck. "Lynus!! Stop it!" She snorted, "That tickles!" She...

The slow, steady rhythm of Onyx's hooves on the mossy ground became a comfort in the silence. Her gaze, which had once been on her hands, knuckles white as they gripped the saddles, now lifted to the canopies above where sunlight filtered through in speckles of gold on all of the green. She let...

The moment Onyx surged forward, chaos exploded. The sharp clang of boots on stone, the metallic ring of blades being drawn, voices were raising in both confusion and fury as they realized their prince was escaping. Onyx's hooves pounding against the stone shot through her spine, but she didn't...

"Fake our own deaths?" Isla melted into Lynus's touch, letting his warmth wrap around her as lips brushed along her temple. She spared only a moment to close her eyes and lean into him. Despite the chaos swirling just beyond their walls, breathing in the comfort of his presence calmed her...

Isla's shoulders slumped in an unexpected wave of relief when Arryn spoke. Her eyes softened. The knot of worry that had been building in her chest since the moment he'd interrupted them had finally loosened. "Brett is with you?" She asked, a quiet hope in her voice. "And Sarah is safe...with...

Of course Arryn was already apologizing the moment Isla joined the pair. She couldn't help herself as she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. The tension she'd been feeling, the weight of everything that had been pressing down on her, lightened just a little with the...

Even Isla had stilled in the stunned silence for a moment, her chest rising and falling as her body tried to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside her. She hadn't meant to snap at them. Not like that, at least. Her command to leave had come out much sharper than intended...

Isla's eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and for a moment everything felt like a dream. She was still wrapped in the warmth of Lynus' arms, her cheek pressed to his chest where she could listen to the soft, steady beat of his heart making her feel safe...

Isla gasped softly as Lynus stopped her hands, his fingers warm and strong over hers, stilling her slow and teasing touch. She could feel the tension in him, the fire in his gaze, and it set her heart pounding hard in her chest. She protested, though, a low groan escaping her lips as she tried...

Isla flushed lightly at his words, her heart quickening in her chest. A promise to stay as long as she wanted made her feel something deep within, something she hadn't dared to let herself feel before Lynus came crashing into her life: the hope for a future, the hope for stability. She laughed...

"Well now, you're not planning on leaving me here alone, are you?" Isla teased, fingers tapping on the table. "I'm fairly certain it isn't an Anirian custom to leave one's wife alone on their honeymoon. Perhaps its a royal thing." She joked, but there was a softness beneath her words, a subtle...

This? This was a home. Isla thought to herself, dragging her fingers lightly over the polished wood of the nearby table, stepping further into the home beside Lynus. The warmth that greeted them felt like a balm to her soul, the flickering hearts and golden candlelight wrapping around her like a...

For quite a while, Isla let herself slip into that dream. A little village by the sea. A warm home with fires that never went out. A garden full of life instead of the cold, stone walls of the palace. She could picture it all too clearly- the salty air, the way Lynus would grumble about sand...

The rhythmic sway of the carriage and bounce as they hit patches of uneven terrain did little to soothe Isla’s nausea. If anything, it only made it worse. She took quiet, measured breaths, her hand lying overtop of Lynus’ own. Trees, hills, a glimpse of the open sky outside of Vel Anir should...