111. Spicy (PT. 1)

“Celeste,” My mate started out later in the night, our dinner with friends and close acquaintances going well and talks of Emrys’ days on the mountains tangled in with our days here at the palace seemed to fill up the hours, and finally it was just him and I back in our home.

Not our palace apartment, but home.

Sometime in all that chaos, I had found time to let Emrys know every single thing that had happened at the palace and with me since he had been gone, the golden Hebrew message to the hidden ground place to everything else; I even mentioned that when I had time alone and isolated, I had even practiced some more of my fire skills… Emrys wasn’t too happy about being left out of the loop but he understood why I was scared of sending it in letters -and how confusing it would be. 

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