“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
All those thoughts leave my head when I enter the bedchamber. Almost in a copy of what I did yesterday, Zen is setting down a tray of tea and biscuits on the low table, cushions arranged around it. He looks up at me, and the slight upward tilt of his mouth makes my heart clench. “I figured you mig
“I see.” Zen says, and I feel the weight of his gaze “Is that all, My Lady?” I glance at him, hooded silver eyes like fresh frost, reflecting my own visage. I know the right thing to do is nod and end this conversation. I know it would change nothing if I complain and tell him how much I disliked