Chapter • 103

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

Tecidos.

There were fabrics and more fabrics everywhere.

The women spoke and spoke and it was clear in Asra’s face that she was exhausted.

"You didn’t sleep well, did you?" I grumbled.

She had lied to me when she said yes and also when she told me to go back to sleep.

"Not exactly" muttered "I’m just tired" said shrugging "don’t worry about that, pretty."

How the hell could I not worry?

Asra seemed exhausted since she had started those preparations and in the last days - she practically did not sleep.

My lips closed and a beak formed over them.

"Stop" I grumbled "why do you keep acting like it doesn’t matter? You’re obviously tired."

The crimson eyes stared at me, it was almost as if she was wondering if it was real. If I really was toasting with her, and for a moment I realized how much things had changed.

Now... I didn’t even tremble when Asra stared at me like that. I was not afraid that she would just leave me.

"Okay... I’m wrong, I’m sorry" thos