He took a step forward, towards the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And she screamed. It was a scream that still haunts his dreams sometimes, terrified and hysterical. He’d stood there, not thinking, not breathing, not understanding. And then he did. His soulmate already had a soulmate. I
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
“They’re all lovely,” I give the head maid my most charming smile “But I’ve spent more time with pen and paper than with silk and lace. I’m afraid I’m not comfortable in such finery.” As expected, her icy demeanor falters at the sudden bright tone. Freya clears her throat. “I see. Do ladies enjoy
And I am, despite everything, a part of that House right now. A knock at the door makes my thoughts come to a halt. A maid opens it, bowing away from the newcomer instantly, and allowing him to come inside. Zen and I meet eyes once, while the maids and Freya bow their heads in greeting, before my
“Ah, a blessed morning indeed!” Hugo gives me a good natured smile “My word, you look like a different person today, little Lady!” The compliment instantly lifts my spirits. See? The clothes make the girl. I give him a humble smile “It’s thanks to your staff, who are not only kind but also very ef
I look around at the saddled horses and spot Sparrow. Thank God for the snow. It’s light, but because of it, we avoided having to take a carriage. I don’t want to sit in a rattling space for hours. I’d much rather take chances with not feeling my legs or lower back. I’d only taken a step forward wh
I really hate winter. I sniffle for the thousandth time since we’ve started our journey. It’s the end of season, and still, it’s so darn cold in this place. Hell, it was even snowing a little bit last night. Is this world alright? Is this global warming? Something needs to be done about this. I h
The sound of our footsteps is loud in the silence. Well, my footsteps. Zen moves like a shadow, and I wonder how someone a head taller than me can move through grass and past wide trees so quietly. The sun is nearly set, and it’s getting increasingly hard to see where I’m going. My gaze flickers t