“I’m not asking you to live, Sigmond.” I hold his gaze, my own fierce “Find me a way home and I’ll gladly shove you off a cliff.” Distantly, I’m surprised to find how much I mean the words. I’m tired of this barbaric place where they hit first and ask questions later. I’d do anything to go back hom
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
By the time Fredrik knocks on the door again, I’m ready. It’s significantly colder outside the church, and moonlights cuts through fog. I look around for Zen, and don’t have look long because he’s walking straight towards us. “Are you ready to go?” He asks, taking me in in a single swiping glance
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
Well, that means with assets in the front and back. Ones you cant ignore if you try. To them, my petite frame must look malnourished and underweight as hell. As one woman very articulately put it, I look like a beansprout in their comparison. Its warmer inside, but I refuse the maid who offers to
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
Silence stretches out between us, cold with tension. I’m suddenly reminded of Edda at the Seer’s house, asking me if I’m afraid of the witch hunter. Just the one. So it’s true, what rumors says. He really did kill them all. “What about the curse?” My voice comes out quiet “That must be because of
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