A bat flying past trees

A bat flying past trees

A raccoon finding a baseball bat on the ground

A young girl witch flying on a bat-like monster through the night sky

A woman in a white dress caring for a white lioness in a forest glade

woman battling with a tape roll dispenser to tape boxes

An armored grizzly bear walking across a devastated battlefield

A warrior princess with battle scars and braided hair standing atop a cliff overlooking a kingdom at war

Enchanting Woman with short brown bangs she wears a white crop top she also wears paisley print leggings godly energy glowing in her eyes as she ominously looks over her shoulder They have returned from a epic battle

A jousting tournament with knights in gleaming armor, colorful banners, and cheering crowds

The Porcelain Crown By Hope Batista Chapter 1 The ballroom had never looked more extravagant. Sparkling chandeliers hung elegantly, looking like stars in the black night sky. I could hear the tink of champagne glasses already. Tables lined the exterior edges of the room, the most divinely delicious hors d’oeuvres placed atop them. I inhaled the scent of butter and chocolate, some of my most favorite things. The room glistened in the setting sunlight, golden hues making it all look ethereal. I followed Miriam, the maid I had befriended years ago, into the chaos of it all, watching as all the help scurried about. Everyone was preparing for our annual Founding Day ball, celebrating the founding of our beloved nation, Veloire. Guests were set to arrive in a matter of minutes, and Mother always made sure things were set to polished perfection. Nothing short of it, not for the Queen. I watched as my stunning mother swayed into the ballroom, her sapphire satin gown with golden embroidery flowing behind her. Every step she took demanded attention, and servants bowed as she crossed the room. “Seraphine, dear! Oh, how beautiful. You are an image this evening.” Mother grabbed my hands and her soft smile lines calmed the chaos of the goings on around us. “Thank you, Mother. Miriam and Eloise finished my gown this morning. Isn’t it a dream?” I did a little spin to prove my point. The dress truly was a dream. It looked like it was made of roses, with soft tulle fabric water-falling down, embroidered flowers covering my sleeves and swimming down the skirt. My maids were simply gifted. Mother tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind my ear, looking to tidy my updo. “Divine,” was all she said, before walking towards the balcony to monitor the crowd piling in through the gates. The Founding Day Ball was a ticketed event. Only the wealthiest individuals were allowed entry, as the tickets were incredibly expensive. There were numerous guidelines for any

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Enchanting Woman with short brown bangs she wears a white crop top she also wears paisley print leggings godly energy glowing in her eyes They have returned from a epic battle