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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Morrigan should have expected that a day of solace means that there will be a day that problems would come knocking on her door. But she didn't expect that the problem that would arrive will be bigger than the problem she handled in the borders and it will involve the peace talks of Hymir and its neighboring kingdom. She propped her arms on the armrest of the throne as she rest her head in her hand. The guards standing in front of her watched her anxiously as they report the news that had just arrived at them. And even with them wanting to dismiss themselves due to the evident irritation that grows in the queen's face they could only stand in front of her, their foreheads trickling with cold sweats. The silence in the room is bothering them that the queen did not even want to talk nor to break it. "What happened again?" Her voice cold and laced with irritation makes the guards in front of her shake in fear.
Morrigan could feel her head throbbing when the news
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Morrigan's face leaned closer to Colfre, her breath warm and minty. Her scent of lavender is like the scent of spring and home. Lingering in Colfre's senses as her hand caresses his cheeks. Colfre stiffened under her touches. His hands clenching by the door of his chambers. Keeping himself composed under Morrigan's alluring touches and sweet voice. "Promise me that you will come back alive." Morrigan's voice is hushed as her nose brushes on his skin. Sending shivers to his body, every hair in his body rising. His jaws clench. Colfre could feel his heart hammering inside of him as Morrigan's hands slowly crept on his nape and hair. The Queen's eyes look at him with worry and adoration. Combing his ginger hair with her slender fingers. She marvels at the sight of Colfre's tall stature. His broad shoulder towers over her as she feels small under his intense gazes. Colfre remained silent, letting the queen touch him. But his whole body tenses under her warm touches
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Colfre stiffened as Morrigan slowly drifts to sleep. His eyes looked down at the face of the woman in his arms as he covers his eyes with his other arm. He heard her clearly, he bit his lip as a pang of guilt arises in his heart. A bitter taste rose to his mouth. "I do not deserve your affection, Morrigan." Her warmth in his arms is just reminding him of the things that he should have put in his mind since the day he decided to enlist himself as a guard in the palace. He should have reminded himself of what could be the repercussions of his actions as he let his guard down. But the woman in his arms is also a reminder that despite the growing feelings he has for her within him they are not meant to be together, their status miles apart, and their values different from each other. It might feel like she was meant to be in his arms but he knows there will come a day that they will part. He swallowed the growing lump on his throat as he pulled the woman who is fast asleep in h
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The night is agonizingly silent, Morrigan could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Curious if the maid tending to her could hear it, and if she can she wondered what would their thoughts be. Morrigan sat in front of her vanity as her hand clutched the key pendant on the necklace Colfre gave her. Holding it close to her heart, trying to calm herself as she slowly get lost in her thoughts. Wonder why she has not heard of any news from the border. No messenger bird had come to her nor a messenger from the camps reached for her. She have not heard from Colfre for weeks and an unsettling feeling started to make her heart heavy. The maid who was combing her hair watches her, the silence inside the room unsettling anyone who comes close to the queen. The queen's reflection clearly shows how lost the queen is in her thoughts, and anyone who has eyes and ears would know who she was thinking at that moment. "Your Majesty, Master Colfre will be fine. There must have been so
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Morrigan snuggled close in Colfre's arms as they share the tent for themselves. His familiar scent lingered in her senses, his warmth touching her every nerve, and his arms pulling her close to his chest. His heartbeat music to her ears as she stays close to his chest. It was warm that even with her eyes closed she could imagine his beautiful face. He plays with her hair as he combs it with his hand. Looking at the canopy of the tent as a small lamp illuminate their surrounding. Despite the cold air around them, the warmth that their body exudes is enough for both of them. It was again the most serene feeling Morrigan ever felt in months. The safest and probably the moment she felt like she was at home again. The comfortable silence between them felt like their hearts are in sync with each other. Their mutual understanding screams their names and their unsaid feelings to each other. "My Queen?" Colfre's voice reverberated in Morrigan's head. It was so nice to hear it again, she miss
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