Nov 20, 2018
MARYA | open starter
A draft curled through the window frame and into the room where the princess sat, methodically working on the embroidery frame in front of her, but when the wind banged the empty tree branches against the house, she jumped. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, wet ones that tracked in winter snow despite their best efforts, and Princess Marya rose with some confusion, going to the doorway. She had not heard the door of the great house open. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said as the figure came into her view. Outside, the snow thickly blanketed the fields and hills, turning the trees into indistinct smudges against the horizon.