Camilla's Purple Curls by willstevenson, literature
Literature
Camilla's Purple Curls
It was quiet afternoon in the kingdom of Nohr, Azura was quietly sitting in her bed, reading a very long book. No one was home, so she had all day to herself. That blissful silence was soon broken as Azura heard a crash downstairs, and feet quickly shuffling up the stairs. Azura lowered her book and listened closely, *CRASH* Azura’s door slams open “GYAAH!” Azura whimpers, “Azura! Guess what!” Selena exclaims. “You scared me! I thought someone was about to murder me!” Azura says sternly. “Sorry! But seriously! Guess what!” Selena says. Azura gives Selena a blank slightly disappointed star
Postwar life had been extraordinarily kind to Camilla. With Garon dead and Xander having become the king of the mystical kingdom of Valla through his much-lauded marriage to Corrin, this left the prime opening for the eldest princess of Nohr to ascend to the throne as Queen. She was an incredibly popular and beloved regent, and much was made of her benevolent social programs and diplomacy that countered most of the horrors of Garon’s long regime. However, perhaps even more celebrated than her skill in ruling a kingdom was her extraordinarily stunning beauty, said to be the greatest on the entire continent. Every aspect of her physique became the subject of what seemed to be at least a dozen ballads; her curvy and well-endowed body, the deep amethyst hue of her one visible eye, and most of all her hair. Songstresses across the kingdom sang the praises of her lavender locks, which cascaded in delicate waves down to her toned behind. Camilla was incredibly proud of the quality of her