Daughter of Flames
Mortals fantasized about love. Our bedtime stories didn't revolve around those fairytales. Being Daughters of the Flame, made us the goddesses in the tale. It was supposed to be an alliance, but the Sons of Ice were too thick with a chill to understand compromise. We enter their kingdom, and our senses of the frigid freeze begin to take effect. If only they recognized the heat of our challenge. They would melt where they bow. For my sisters and I, we don't sweat for any man.
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