i would not think to touch the sky with two arms (фемслэш)

Rayla is sitting on her throne, her dress the colour of the wand of light. She’s still as beautiful as the day Brietta first saw her.
“With Annika marrying the son of a shoe maker...My parents have found me a match. A suitor from when I was seventeen.” Brietta says. “You know, technically, I’m thirty-four. I’m surprised he waited so long.”