Adolf lifted his chin, narrowing his eyes as far as he could.I could see the fury blazing in his eyes. The intimidating glare he directed at Lowell sent a shudder of fear down my spine. Yet, my mind was reeling after he dropped that unexpected bombshell. All I could do was quietly take it in and struggle with the shock of what I had heard. As much as I wanted to speak out, my throat felt dry and my words seemed to have gotten lodged somewhere deep inside me. With a heavy heart, I knew that everything had changed in an instant ."Princess Daciana…”I could feel the eyes of the crowd focused on me. Anxiety flooded my body, and my grip tightened around Blode as I slowly stepped away, trying to maintain eye contact with Lowell. He seemed thinking about something while staring at me, his expression growing more menacing with every passing second. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I knew that a confrontation was imminent. This is not something I had expected to happen today.“If that is
I am absolutely livid and my feelings cannot be adequately expressed through mere words.This feeling of anger is coursing through my veins and boiling up inside me like a raging inferno. This sense of injustice has overwhelmed me, pushing me to express myself in a way I’ve never done before.My brows furrowed as my eyes focused on Lowell standing in front of me. Intense confusion flooded my mind - how did he get here? All I knew was that I had to take him down before something bad happened. This wasn't the first time a situation like this arose, but it certainly felt more urgent than ever. On top of the danger looming in the air, there seemed to be a feeling that this may be my last opportunity to put an end to the chaos he had.“I may not be strong as my father…”I steadily climbed to the summit, my gaze never wavering from Lowell who raised his head and held my stare. I could feel a connection between us as we silently observed each other; a steadfast wrath radiating.“But I will m
“Let go of me!”I was doing my best to squirm away from them, but their grip was too strong; no matter how hard I tried, I could not break free. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as their hands held me tight.Fear had taken root in the pit of my stomach and a chill ran down my spine. All around me, the skulks and wolves were watching this scene unfold with delight on their faces. No words were exchanged, but the atmosphere was thick with tension and dread.Once again, I was easily tricked by the enemy. I can't believe how naive and inexperienced I must seem to be. It's as though I've been labeled a fool, a weakling in the face of battle. This miserable defeat only further serves to confirm these labels; do I have what it takes to be called a warrior? The truth is that it feels like an empty title when couldn't even put up a fight against them. Now more than ever, it feels like no matter what I do…I always end up like this.The enemy had brought me to a place far from my home, and t
His gaze never wavered as he held my eyes.I was filled with a strange feeling that though his focus was solely on me, his awareness seemed to stretch far beyond the boundaries of our connection. It wasn't a normal look; it was intense and heavy with purpose, as if he was trying to communicate some sort of message without saying any words. I felt so seen, yet so invisible at the same time - my innermost thoughts laid out before him like an open book.Hesitantly, I let his words sink in as I tried to suppress my emotions and avert my gaze. All of a sudden, I felt a surge of energy rush through me as I pushed him away from me.“Just go…”I find myself unable to concentrate as we stood in such close proximity. What is he implying? Why me? Is there something he's trying to tell me? He remains silent and still, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable. My mind races frantically, my fingers twitching with anticipation at the possibilities of what might come next. Despite all my confusion, I
Lowell stopped in his tracks and with a gentle touch he placed something on top of my body.I observed him with a curious eye, and noticed the regret and sorrow that seemed to fill his gaze. He shook his head ever so slightly before rising from the chair he was sitting in, not uttering a single word as he moved towards the door and left the room. I felt an uncomfortable silence settle around me; what was it about our conversation that had made him feel this way? It had been a seemingly innocuous exchange, but clearly something had stirred deep emotions in him.I looked down and saw that he had placed a blanket over my body, so I quickly pulled it around me, feeling my body trembling as if his touch were still caressing me. It made me feel protected and secure in the moment, yet at the same time I was intensely aware of what had just happened. The shock of his conduct left me immobilized; unable to move. I felt succumbed to the aftermath despite my best efforts to forget what occurred.
“How dare you?!”In a moment, I had pictured myself tumbling across the room, struggling to take in breaths through my agonizing ache. It all happened so quickly that it was hard for me to process everything. A rush of emotions surged through me as I tried to comprehend the situation that had just unfolded before me. My mind raced with questions and thoughts as I laid there on the ground, trying to make sense of what just happened.I gasped audibly, struggling to lift my head but the pulsing pain in my temples would not allow it; instead, my vision kept blurring in and out of focus. The ringing in my ears was intense, making me cringe as I tried to sit up. My clothes were drenched with sweat and another liquid I couldn’t depict, sticking to me like a second skin as I attempted to get upright. Despite the immense effort, the throbbing ache persisted and forced me back down onto the ground.“Do you have any idea how hard it is to gather food in this time?!”I felt a hand clamping down o
I have made a mistake and regret it in hindsight. It was a moment of weakness that I cannot take back, however I know now that it was wrong and something I wish to course correct for. This regret has been weighing heavily on my conscience, like an invisible burden with no end or solution in sight. No matter how much time passes, the guilt of my misdeed still lingers in my mind as a reminder of what happened. So, why did I embrace him? This is the query that has been resounding in my mind since last night and still has not left me. I have been lying awake for hours now, my thoughts drifting back to that moment of contact. It had been a fraction of a second but it felt much longer - echoing in my head all night long.I hadn't expected to feel the urge that swept over me; he had done so much harm to my country and our people. His father had caused so much pain and suffering, and that was something I was sure I would never be able to forget. And yet here I am, hugged the enemy who's a p
An arm reached out and grabbed me around the wrist before I could even react.I was completely taken aback, confused and taken off guard. When I looked up, I saw that it was Lowell who had prevented me from striking the door shut. He had narrowed his eyes and his lips were set in a tight line as he glared at me with hatred. His gaze was so fierce that it felt like he could cut through my heart with just one single look. It made me feel like I'd been caught red-handed, yet I hadn't done anything wrong.“L-lowell-”“I literally put myself in danger and risked my life just to get you here, and this is the thanks I get? You want to end your own life in return?! After all of the sacrifice and effort I had put into taking you away from Adolf, do you really think that this is the best way? Have all my efforts been for nothing? Is there something else going on that's stopping you from finding a reason to live?!”I wanted to reassure him that it was an empty threat and that I had no intention