Morgan Miyomoto

Hearts Entwined Morgan Miyomoto

The only sound Jana could hear was her own breathing. The darkness even spooked her and she rarely feared the night. But this fear was almost crushing. Pain on top of the fear wrapped the Royal's mind into a frantic state. She curled to her side, wrapping her arms around her knees that pressed tightly against her chest. If only she didn't feel so alone and terrified. Why did the High King feel so distant? The Scripture she rehearsed in her heart felt cold and she wondered, if her heart too, would soon turn to a stony statue like that of her former trainer's...