My own reflection catches my eyes in the mirror wall of the baths, the silver eyes that have received so much scorn staring back at me impassively. To think I’d return to the palace as a guest, dressed in their clothes and eating their foods. I can’t even count how many people must be seething with
What time is it? For the first few moments of the state between sleep and wakefulness, my eyes squint at the dying embers in the fireplace in confusion. The meeting! I sit up abruptly, the blanket falling from my shoulders, hair sticking to the drool by the corner of my mouth. As I smooth out my b
Don’t fall for it, I remind myself of the list Andrea showed me yesterday. How the fourth prince was sure there would be a hell of work to do. You’re here to work. “Would you like me to braid it, Lady Sigmond?” Mesilla’s voice pulls me from my thoughts “Or tie it similar to how you had it yesterday
Those who are deprived of the blessing and do not have the soulmate mark, are born as runts and do not possess pure affinity. Those are the pitiful children, from whom even the moon turned its eyes away. It goes on about soulmates being a super important part of life and how their love is like the
My own pettiness has backfired, and I’m wasting time I could use to actually read something useful. But damn it, I can’t be the one to back out first! Not at this point! Still, I huff out a breath as I lean my face against my fist. I can read most of these words, even those that are foreign to me m
I narrow my eyes further, step forward similar to how he had last night. Zen doesn’t back away though, and soon enough were both standing face to face. My neck hurts having to look up directly at him. I’m glad these boots have heels. “Is that all the reason? Because I slept late?” I ask, surprised
Zen looks at me, and though his expression is inscrutable, I get the sense of a question. “You’re too uninterested in yourself,” I give him a grin at my spot on observation “Who knows how you’ll get hurt if left on your own? If you die, I’ll be in real knee-deep shit, so I have to make sure you’re
“Oh no.” I still in my tracks abruptly, and so does Zen, since I have an iron grip on his arm. “We can’t go to such an important meeting like this!” I turn to face him “We should’ve gotten dressed more elaborately!” He arches a brow “What for, My Lady?” Oh this poor simpleton. Though Zen looks r