you were the storyteller, whatever you had narrated would come true. leona knew, after all you had been friends for so long

now he had invited you to him, to sunset savanna, to his castle. you had noticed the behavior of his family members with him, of course, he was the second son after all

leona wondered if you really could have rewritten his story, just with a few words

he would have taken you to the calmest spot in the territory, his “place to think.” as you felt the region on your skin, sitting next to him, he began to talk

you are good with words, I wondered if-

his eyes meet yours

Never mind, it's stupid.