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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
There was a deafening silence that enveloped the chamber. Morrigan and Colfre remained sitting by the bed, their hands now intertwined. No one remembers how their hands eventually got intertwined or who took the hand of the other first but it was a comfortable silence they share. Morrigan looks at her reflection in the vanity. Her eyes gazing at Colfre who was unexpectedly watching her through their reflection in the mirror. She smiled timidly. She heaved a sigh and averted her gaze, looking at the canopy of her bed.
"Then the rest is history. Ever since that day, there was a void that grows inside of me. Every night it felt like the voices of the people I killed haunts me. Every night I wake up just to find myself in the middle of this room, alone in the darkness. I may have avenged myself and my family but I also lost everything in the process." Morrigan's hand tightened around Colfre's hand. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. Colfre gazed at
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The dusk approaches and the colors of the sky are marvelous mixtures of hues of crimson and azure. Creating a scenic landscape that is commonly seen in paintings by great painters in the kingdom. Morrigan watches as the sun sets the horizon, the golden rays of the day bidding its temporary goodbye as the beauty of the silent darkness welcomes their rest. Lanterns and store lights flickering by the streets illuminating the pathways as the citizens of Hymir slowly dispersing to their homes. Finally resting after a long day of work. She watches the beauty of the setting sun and the slow darkness that revealed the shimmering glows of the stars in the sky. Slowly counting it till she lost count of the stars above her and could only appreciate the marvel of it as their shine and leave her in awe. Their beauty gracing the land of Hymir along with the moon's soft glow. Morrigan and Colfre parted ways earlier than usual. With cold and silence between them unsettled. Mo
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