The Unicorns #storyaday

“What is it, Father?” Norbert walked back from the abbey slowly, his once-proud and swaggering gait now that of a careful,¬†elder statesman. “Her Ladyship wants a unicorn,” he said. “A unicorn? Is she mad?” Bianca took her father’s arm and guided his steps over the broken stones at the threshold of their small cottage. “Quite. Read More …