I It came to be, during a long and prosperous reign, the King of New York decided it was time he died. He hesitated to tell his daughter because she loved him very much, but the day came he could no longer spare her the news. He called her to his solar overlooking Niagara Falls, in the highest tower of his sprawling estate; there, she tread across the fur-strewn floor of a room resplendent with her own image reflected from ruby and topaz, through crystalline doors, and found her father standing atop of an ivory balcony that curved like the neck of swan, from which he surveyed the immensity of the Catskills and the foaming falls below. The sun, as ever, was a great ball of water, cerulean in the center of a golden sky.
The Girl Who Cut Her Hair Pt. 1
The Girl Who Cut Her Hair Pt. 1
The Girl Who Cut Her Hair Pt. 1
I It came to be, during a long and prosperous reign, the King of New York decided it was time he died. He hesitated to tell his daughter because she loved him very much, but the day came he could no longer spare her the news. He called her to his solar overlooking Niagara Falls, in the highest tower of his sprawling estate; there, she tread across the fur-strewn floor of a room resplendent with her own image reflected from ruby and topaz, through crystalline doors, and found her father standing atop of an ivory balcony that curved like the neck of swan, from which he surveyed the immensity of the Catskills and the foaming falls below. The sun, as ever, was a great ball of water, cerulean in the center of a golden sky.