My Cardboard Balcony

Tiara Of Thorns by Belinda Roddie Do you dream of dragons? Do you prefer the taste of war in your morning tea? Has your father's sword replaced your broken arm once and for all? Brick castles hold men who melt golden spires for their teeth. Lovely lady, where is your knight? At the market, sir, fetching me a new circlet. She says I'll look like a princess instead of a tyrant.

Heirloom by Belinda Roddie I was gifted the glass fox at twenty years old.