ANNORAI paced the corridors, restlessness consuming me. Sora? Could it truly be? My heart raced at the possibility. Her image haunted me – the same bright eyes and wild hair.As night fell, I slipped out, seeking answers. The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of roasting meat and lively chatter. Lady Agnes, as usual, oversees the evening meal preparations. She never rested.It almost felt like she was involved in every single thing.“Lady Agnes,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “The guards in the dungeon are asking for dinner, aren't they?”Lady Agnes turned from the stove, her expression curious. “Not yet, child. They usually collect it themselves. What makes you offer?”Did I mention that she’d become less of a wolf and more of a sheep to me? I didn’t know why or what made her soften, but she had. She could now hold conversations with me without her eyes, almost mauling me to death. I shrugged, attempting a casual smile. “Just thought I'd help. Been cooped up all day. I
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