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By the time Fredrik knocks on the door again, I’m ready. It’s significantly colder outside the church, and moonlights cuts through fog. I look around for Zen, and don’t have look long because he’s walking straight towards us. “Are you ready to go?” He asks, taking me in in a single swiping glance
At our side is a building as big as SeraphFall. For one blurry moment, I think it might be the royal palace, with its marble white façade. “It’s snowing, My Lady.” Zen says, getting down from the horse “We're lucky to have reached the stop where we will stay for the rest of the night.” That really
Well, that means with assets in the front and back. Ones you cant ignore if you try. To them, my petite frame must look malnourished and underweight as hell. As one woman very articulately put it, I look like a beansprout in their comparison. Its warmer inside, but I refuse the maid who offers to
You know what? He must be asleep. I’ll come by in the morning. The door clicks open just as I turn around. “Are you going back without even knocking?” Why, universe? I look skywards, let out a breath. Why do you hate me so? I turn back to look at Zen, standing in the open door, and give an awkwa
Silence stretches out between us, cold with tension. I’m suddenly reminded of Edda at the Seer’s house, asking me if I’m afraid of the witch hunter. Just the one. So it’s true, what rumors says. He really did kill them all. “What about the curse?” My voice comes out quiet “That must be because of
I watch snow gather in piles over the earth. We can’t possibly continue in carriage tomorrow, I think distantly. We will have to go on horseback. It’s nearly the end of winter and snowfall would not be too heavy. We should reach the twenty fifth district after a day. The Royal Palace. Word must’ve
He took a step forward, towards the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And she screamed. It was a scream that still haunts his dreams sometimes, terrified and hysterical. He’d stood there, not thinking, not breathing, not understanding. And then he did. His soulmate already had a soulmate. I
This isn’t the ceiling of my room. I sit up groggily, looking around the room with sleepy eyes. Where—? My left hand burns with pain, and memories rush to my mind. Oh. I run my right hand through my hair. I’m not in my own world. With a sigh, I slip out of bed. The dying fire in the hearth dulls