Weston, Part 1

Aria stared at her empty tent. The flap swung shut behind Casimir, and she took a deep breath; after ten years of secrecy, the confession lifted a pressing weight from her chest. “Queen, huh?” Weston asked. She glanced over her shoulder. Weston stood framed in canvas, his hands shoved into his pockets. “I'm sorry I … Continue reading Weston, Part 1