All Chapters of Morrigan: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

"My Queen,   The air is cold at night, please take care of yourself. Don't stay often on your balcony for you might catch a cold. Always drink a warm cup of tea and remind Princess Rita not to play till dusk. The situation here in the border is stabilized, neither camp made a move but we are all alert for the other camp had the upper hand in terms of the topography of the land.    I hope the camellias arrived at you safely, they are lovely, aren't they? When I first laid my eyes on them by the borders I remembered you and how you love to prune your mother's beloved flowers. And how you love flowers that you are even fascinated by their language. They say that when you send a camellia to a person it means you missed them. I don't know the language of flowers but if it was true then may these camellias tell you what was left unsaid.   I look forward to your reply, My Queen. May the sun a

The sun rises on the horizon, mighty as it has always been. The cold breeze blows across the kingdom as a new day starts. However, behind the towering walls of the palace and in the grand chamber of the queen, Morrigan shrinks by the corner of her room as she rocks herself back and forth. Comforting herself from the things that haunt her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her tears stream on her face unceasingly. "He will be fine. He will come back alive," she muttered under her breath with her eyes wide in fear. Dark circles grew under her eyes as her long raven hair disheveled. Insanity is visible in her eyes.    Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rub

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

It rains of colors in the streets of the capital as the whole nation of Hymir celebrates the victory of Hymir. With people singing praises to the gods, and festivities in every corner of the capital. Guards and citizens alike drowned themselves with alcohol, feasting with meats, fruits, and bread. Children ran around playing with their wooden swords, re-enacting the glorious battle that consolidated the power of Hymir. With the army coming back with smiles on their lips, a victory that was taken at a cusp. Despite the lives that were taken away from them, the lives that were spared with the swift decision Colfre has when he ordered for the walls to be broken down through the use of canons saved the whole nation. Giving the upper hand to the Hymir soldiers to push forth. His heroism now turned into a legend, a song that every Hymir citizen will now sing. Colfre is now revered by the people as a hero sent by the gods of the nation.    Morrigan leaned by the b