He lets go of me, and I step back instinctively. Zen gets up from his place on the couch, and walks out of the bedchamber. The sound of the door closing is the only indication that he's left. I bite the inside of my cheek, hold my hand with the other, a riot in my chest. “Your Ladyship?” Mesilla
That can only be the teacher. I hammer down on the nervousness in the pit of my stomach and draw myself to my full height— which isn’t much compared to the rest of the them— and roll back my shoulders, stomach in. Okay, I can do this. “Guide them inside.” I say regally, to no one in particular One
“I’m afraid you would have to elaborate.” I fold my hands on my lap “Tell me exactly. What am I doing wrong?” Ms. Milford picks up her fork and knife, “Rather than saying, it’s best if you observe, Your Ladyship.” I do just that and turn my eyes to her plate. She cuts a piece of the steak in a sin
“You’re a scholar of languages, yes?” Walking down the wide stone stairs inside the Empress’ palace, with lamps flickering on the stone walls has an ominous feeling to it. I feel like I should’ve opted for a cloak to truly immerse myself in the feeling. “Yes.” I answer the guard guiding me to the
I step away from them, trying to take a deep breath. Right. This place definitely has a vibe similar to SeraphFall’s library. The sound of my own footsteps echoes in the library as I look around for an itinerary, keeping the closed door in my periphery. I find it all the way across from the sta
Realizing that it’s useless lamenting my headache, I get up and pick the book off the floor. There are no chairs and tables in this library, and that fall made me one with the dust on the floor anyway, so I sit cross-legged against the shelf and prop the book open in front of me. Above my head, lam
I stare at him, eyes wide. How is it possible for someone to stay holed up in this gloomy place for that long? “Of course, I heard you coming down.” Lukas gives me that smile again, the ridiculously shrewd one “You’ve got quiet the expressive vocabulary.” I tighten my hold on the book. Maybe I sho
Ch. 36. What a shit day. That’s my only thought as I lug through the hallways in the Crystal Palace. That underground library must have some warped sense of time, since it was well into the evening when I left. By the time I made it to the Palace through the stupidly huge ‘Imperial city’— as I’ve