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Time Tempest…

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As I was searching for some royalty-free pictures for the cover of my latest novel, ‘Time Tempest’, I stumbled upon some Wallpapers, and these are some of my favourite.

This one made me think of Astrea, the fairy princess in my novel, Royal Masquerade. The only thing that differentiate the character of my creation is that Astrea has dark hair, not golden haired.

I like this one too… but somehow, it’s rather cold and emotionless…

The last two pictures are my favourite… if only they are royalty free. *SOBS*

Excerpt from Time Tempest manuscript:

“No! Big brother, stay with me! Wake up! Oh, God, wake up, big brother. Open your eyes, stay with me!” she cried out as she cradled him in her arms, desperately hold onto him as if holding him tightly to her bosom like that would sustain his life a little bit longer.

She’s not sure why she’s here, and what is going on, but the memory of last night gave  her a huge pang of regret. He left home, left her, and now, he’s dying in her arms. Again, he’s going to leave her, and this time, forever. It doesn’t matter if it’s not real. It seems real enough to her. His then warm body is now becoming colder and colder with every passing seconds, and his heart did not beat with vitality. He’s slipping away, and not knowing what to do, she embraced him tightly as she would a lover and cried her heart out in devastation.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry big brother. Don’t leave me. I’m so, so sorry… come back to me. I’ll do anything… anything…. anything you ask of me…” she murmured into his ears incoherently, hoping so much that he would wake up and talk to her.

“Don’t… don’t leave me. I love you.” she told him, but of course, he could no longer listen to her sob of a begging and a confession. She wants him back. It doesn’t matter if it’s those hurtful words that sprung out of anger or jealousy that he’ll hurl at her. It doesn’t matter anymore. She’ll take that a thousand times than have this; him, silenced in her arms, breathing what could be his last.

“What wouldn’t I give… what wouldn’t I give to bring you back?”  his body was so cold, and he didn’t seems to be breathing anymore. Ellinia was now grieving beyond words as she held him tightly to her own body and weep.

“I love you. More than you could ever imagine. Even if it’s wrong. I love you.”she murmured, and as if to witness her grief, she heard a sound that is similar to those of loud pendulum and ticking clocks echoing everywhere. She gasps at the familiarity of the sound. She heard this before when she was ‘dreaming’ about her and Zephyr. The only difference was that this time, it’s much louder and a lot more intimidating than the ones she heard before. The synchronization of the ticking clocks made a queer melody.

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Bedroom furniture

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Sleeping is a pleasure. Making love is a pleasure. And as an author, I often describe bedrooms and bedrooms furniture in the house or mansion of my protagonists with pleasure and extensive details so that my readers would be able to imagine how the bedrooms and the bedrooms furniture in the story looks like.

They’re often romantic and suits the character’s personality. They’re often sky blue, white, a contrast of black and white, or even glaring red, but never pink. Pink is too girlish for the strong characters in my books.

In Royal Masquerade, my most recent romantic- fantasy novel, the main characters, would spend their time in the bedroom every now and then. Fights, quarrels, making up were the scenes that’s usually played in the bedroom.

The characters too, would often have breakfast in bed, surrounded with luxurious bedroom furniture, but of course, they don’t dine in their bedroom day in, day out. That would sound lame and overdoing the romance between them.

Breakfasts, lunch and dinners were commonly done in the dining hall of their Mansion, the Darklord Mansion. I didn’t put much emphasize in the dining room furniture, though. As the dining room furniture serves it’s purpose where various monster fights ensues, and at some point of the story, dining room furnitures  were destroyed beyond words. Yes, it is safe to imagine that in Royal Masquerade, there are falling chandeliers as well as rampaging serpents in the dinning room, but I can assure you that there would be only romance and heated arguments in the bedroom scenes.


Cleffairy: Dreams are not only for sleeping.

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Masquerade@Irenelim Fashion ep.2

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This is the continuation of the previous story. Click HERE to read it.

And so, with the help of Astrea’s guardian cat and the beautiful good witch, the fairy princess finally made up her mind to choose the Rosette Neckline Silky Dress With Waist Tie from Irenelim Fashion online boutique after pondering on which dress she should wear to the masquerade.

Earlier on, she didn’t really know which dress she should choose, but in the end, a sense of deja vu washed through her when she saw that dress. It’s actually the same dress she wore back then when she was in her own realm. It was not sexy…it’s just plain and demure, almost fairy-like.

The dress she chose features an organza overlay embellished with an exquisite neckline topped with rosettes. Romantic and innocent. It was just like the dress that she have worn when she first met the devil king in the times before her memories were erased by the evil sorceress. Something just tugged to her heart to get that dress, despite the fact that other dresser are much more sexier would get more attention from the crowds.

The dress was delivered to her just before the masquerade, and without further ado, she puts on the dress that came from Irenelim Fashion, and rushed to the masquerade.

Unlike Cinderella, Astrea were not late to the masquerade. In fact, she was punctual, and there was a crowd of horny ladies with sexy, revealing dresses who lusts after Narcissus, the one whose heart actually belongs to her.

After five minutes being in the masquerade, Astrea felt uncomfortable with the snickering around her. The people who were attending the masquerade said she was too plain, and a girl like her shouldn’t be attending such a posh event hosted by one of the town’s most eligible bachelor.

Narcissus who was in his human form, on the other hand, were completely bored with the mortals’ antics and wondered to himself why humans are so lusty and vain. For a the briefest moment, he contemplate on destroying the humans who attended the masquerade. It was completely an eyesore for him to see the mortals antics.

Then he caught a glimpse of something familiar. A petite figure that stood in front of a door, contemplating to leave and she resembles his fairy princess. His heart skipped a few beat before restarting with a resounding thud. That’s her! That’s Astrea, the love of his life, his Queen, the one who vowed to love him til her soul is no more and she was about to walk away from him before he could even have the chance to get close to her. He couldn’t be wrong. He could recognize her anywhere, despite the fact that she hid her face beneath the masquerade mask.

Alarmed, Narcissus made way towards her in order to stop her from leaving the mansion, but much to his chagrin, the mortals who were attending the masquerade began to flock him, thinking that they will have a chance with him as long as they danced with him.

Feeling insufficient and self conscious, Astrea turn around to leave, but the good witch appeared out of nowhere and stopped her from leaving. The good witch told her that she would regret if she leave, and that the love that she craved for all this while is just a few steps away.

Astrea laughed, almost mirthlessly at the witch’s words. She told the witch bitterly that nobody would ever want a plain girl like her. Finally escaping the mortals, Narcissus finally managed to get to where she was standing, just in time to hear the conversation between Astrea and the beautiful witch.

“You could never be plain, princess…” Narcissus said as he held a single stalk of rose in his hands and offered it to her.

“Would you honour me with a dance?” he then asked her, bewitching her completely. Absent- mindedly, as if under an enchantment, she agreed, earning gasps of disbelief from the people around her. Envious whispers were on air, but both of them take no heed of it.

They dance the night away in each other’s arms, never wanting the night to be over and wishing that time could just stop for both of them.

The witch who was present at all time watched thoughtfully, hoping hard that they would end up together.

So… ladies and gentlemen… did they end up together? Did Astrea’s memories return to her and did Narcissus managed to win her heart all over again? Only time will tell, but for what it’s worth, thanks to the efficiency of Irenelim Fashion online boutique’s crew, the fairy princess managed to go to the masquerade without hassle. You might want to check them out… who knows you’ll get yourself a magical time of your life with a little bit of their help?

Cleffairy: This is just a teaser. In the real Royal Masquerade, Narcissus never did pursue Astrea that way; by hosting a masquerade. He hired her as a live in nurse instead, and they were already in a relationship when they attended a masquerade. Do note that this is not a paid post, but rather a creative review of Irenelim Fashion products and service. Kindly head over to their webbie to find out more about them.

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