MILDRED The night was getting interesting, and I was getting tipsy. The gentlemen surrounding me and Gregor were fine men, and they spoke of trade and businesses. I love listening to anything that does not belong to royalty and how I am supposed to be a woman, so I enjoyed their conversation
"What do you want?" Gregor demanded. The room has gone quiet, and everyone watches as the drama unfolds. "Mine!" Morpheus growled, and his voice was not even like that of a man. "What is yours? What are you talking about? Get the fuck out of here!" "Mine!" Morpheus said it agai
At a point, he grabbed my hands and held me, so that I was only wriggling in his hold. I could no longer hold back the tears, so I let them run. "You are upset, Princess." "Of course, I am, and you shouldn't have come back!" I yelled. For the first time since I met him, I saw somethi
MORPHEUS So many thoughts jumbled in my head, and I did not know what to do. Deep down in me, there was this fear of losing her, but losing her was exactly what I needed to keep her safe. If she found out about my involvement with her brother's death, she would hate me forever and blame herse
MORPHEUS I watched the man as he charged towards me, but his toe bumped into one of the tables, and he crashed face-down to the floor. I stood up from where I was and went over to him, thinking he had passed out, but he jerked up immediately and swung his sword, and I ducked, the sword missi
"So, who is Gregor to you?" "Gregor is the son of my best friend. She died from a rare sickness when he was still a lad, and I had to help with his upbringing because his grandmother was frail and could not work. When Gregor reached a workable age, I found him a job, and he took off from the
MORPHEUS I did not know if I could face Mildred that morning. I do not know if I am ready to face her yet. So instead of staying at Dora's inn, where she would see me, I went to the inn by the market. The news of the two men I killed had spread throughout the town, but I did not care. I was s
I hate him. I hate him. I kept telling myself that. I should know that he never cared about me, at least not in the way I cared for him. Before I saw him with another woman, I had realized in my long walk that I was only scared of hurting Gregor's feelings because he was a good man, but my heart a