I really like the chapters in Zen's pov. Idk, his thoughts are just so organized and carefully worded. It really makes writing fun! Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
I wake up feeling a terrible heaviness in my stomach. With an irritated groan, I push myself up the couch. The coals in the hearth are still smoldering, so I can tell its still night. My eyes swim over the bed chamber, and come up empty of any other person. I drag my feet to the baths. Maybe I jus
“Lady Sigmond?” A voice calls from outside, bell-like and clear “It’s Andrea. May I come inside?” Andrea? At this hour? The door clicks open before I can make much sense of the questions in my head. Andrea is dressed in a modest robe, her chestnut hair falls down to her waist in soft waves and rin
I wake up with a splitting headache. Everything is heavy and uncomfortable. God, just kill me already. I feel like the undead anyway. When my eyes open, I find the hearth all too close. The coals are nearly out, but I’m already warmed enough. The events of last night float to my head, and I groan
“I have no questions, Lady Sigmond.” My eyes snap to hers, the soft brown of her gaze as composed as ever. “It is true that Lycans do not go through episodes as you did last night,” Andrea continues neatly “It is also true that werewolves do. But they have no soulmate mark, nor the kind of affinit
Weirdly enough, I don't know if I should laugh or cry that I'm only just realizing all this at twenty years of age. “Does it hurt a lot?” Zen asks, pulling me from my thoughts “You were groaning in your sleep.” If my face wasn’t already flushed with a light fever, I’d definitely feel warm now. Rea
Five days after the night I fainted, I emerge out of the shower feeling refreshed. “Come sit here, Lady Dinah!” Mesilla guides me to an armchair in the living area “Would you like something like to drink or eat, Lady Dinah?” Peony asks carefully “Should I pull the curtains aside, Lady Dinah?” Del
“Shall we go, Lady Sigmond?” Andrea’s voice brings me back from my thoughts I give her a nod “Let’s go.” She walks over to the right side bookshelf nearest to the door. In the thick folders arranged by the year on this shelf, Andrea reaches out to push one that reads a date of four years earlier.
Hello my lovely readers! How r u? I hope you guys like the story so far. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! My finals at the university are starting from tomorrow, and will continue until the 10th of March, so I wouldn't be able to update this books for these ten days! Thank you for