princess of candia

Caterina Venerio. Twenty Two. Greek Royalty.

[ofbattleswon-blog1]

          ‘If you’ve no business down here  —— and I sincerely ask that you forgive my candour —— then I’d advise you withdraw further into the castle. The fight hasn’t ceased yet and we shall necessitate this space for the wounded most erelong.’

[princessofcandia-blog]

“I apologize, I hadn’t meant any disrespect. In fact, quite the opposite. I was searching for the prayer garden--prayer is needed in times of war.” 

[knight-cathan-blog]

“My apologies – I am not from these parts. Perhaps there is another whom you can ask for assistance…?”

[princessofcandia-blog]

“As am I.” Caterina spoke. She looked away from the knight, her eyes squinting from the bright sunlight. “I arrived less than a fortnight ago, I suppose I should know my way.” she said absentmindedly. She subtly tugged her cloak closer to her body, the cold was far more brutal here than it was in Candia, where the temperatures rarely dropped too much during the winter months.