I hate carriages. These small spaces get the worst of me. But it was the proper way for a lady to travel so I must endure. Surrounded by walls, I couldn’t distract from my thoughts. I shouldn’t leave like that. I felt Vadas’s gaze following me, he either knew something or was suspecting. I sensed a change in his attitude. I guess I lost this one.
And what now? I probably screwed up ‘Lylia’. This identity was one of the most complex. It took me 4 years to build a credible background for her. And Tamor. Gods. I can’t imagine what he will do.
Arriving home I was still trying to figure out what to do. But when I approac
I snuggled closer to the crock of his neck, watching the motion of his raven wings. Strong and beautiful. Not like the ones I saw most of the time, which were butterfly, dragonfly type, or something similar, fragile and smaller. Damon’s were massive, vigorous. Suiting a warrior. Suiting a king.He landed again on the mans
“Wake up and shine.” A well-known voice yelled from somewhere. Groaning loudly I tried to untangle the covers from around my body. Upon opening, my gray eyes met a pair of dark red ones. Not even 10cm away. I jerked back into the pillows. My legs hit his side, resulting in him falling off the bed.“What the fuck, Damon?!” I growled at him, getting up from the other side. He was still laughing.“Not an evening fae?” He smirked, standing up from the floor.“Not when someone appears before me like that! Gods!”Rolling my eyes I went to take my clothes.“What hour is it actually?”The sun hasn’t set yet so it must be early in the evening.“Six.”Oh, why? Why everyone tends to wake me