The Bishop looks annoyed, but says nothing about my tone. I’d like to imagine it’s because I look more pissed then him, but its probably because of Zen. God, I hate this place. “Your manner of speaking is… different,” The Bishop says, likely because their accent is different from mine “State your

At our side is a building as big as SeraphFall. For one blurry moment, I think it might be the royal palace, with its marble white façade. “It’s snowing, My Lady.” Zen says, getting down from the horse “We're lucky to have reached the stop where we will stay for the rest of the night.” That really

You know what? He must be asleep. I’ll come by in the morning. The door clicks open just as I turn around. “Are you going back without even knocking?” Why, universe? I look skywards, let out a breath. Why do you hate me so? I turn back to look at Zen, standing in the open door, and give an awkwa

I watch snow gather in piles over the earth. We can’t possibly continue in carriage tomorrow, I think distantly. We will have to go on horseback. It’s nearly the end of winter and snowfall would not be too heavy. We should reach the twenty fifth district after a day. The Royal Palace. Word must’ve

This isn’t the ceiling of my room. I sit up groggily, looking around the room with sleepy eyes. Where—? My left hand burns with pain, and memories rush to my mind. Oh. I run my right hand through my hair. I’m not in my own world. With a sigh, I slip out of bed. The dying fire in the hearth dulls