Arrow's mocha orbs met my blue ones with worry as I fastened my leather brace upon my new fighting leathers, anger from my conversation with my sister and not mother, Linda, set
"And don't forget," Anton rushed as his mate, Emily, fussed about my hair, tucking it into a crisp, low bun behind my head; the mirror in front of me showed my outfit of simple, yet elegant white button down with lace cuffs tucked into a black pencil skirt. "Do not look at the guards in their eyes,""Or," Emrys said, catching
“Pleased to meet you Mr.Aconite,” I dipped my head, my blonde curls rolled like waves from my shoulders, and I felt strangely drawn to the short man in front of me; not in any way romantic, more of a curious kind. Sitting down on the chaise lounger next to my mate, I smiled.
"I want to believe him, trust me, I do, but Celeste... What if this is a trap?""If it's a trap, we'll work that out too," I sighed as we walked through the palace's great library; comfort from both the fireplace and the thousands of books kept here made me feel at ease.
An air force blue satin negligee kissed my skin, looking in the mirror at how the skimp material fell perfectly, cupped my breasts, and rounded out over my hips only to stop above midthigh; my blonde hair waved over my shoulders and I couldn't help but smile to myself.It was simple, yet elegant.
*Emrys' POV*"May I ask," I continued and looked at Mr.Aconite, who was sitting down on my office couch and sipping tea, his appearance clean and cut per usual. "What are you to gain by helping us?"
"Ms.Williamson," A familiar voice spoke behind me as I watched Kyrell smirk, his eyes dead, and I huffed as I turned around to face Arrow. Arrow blinked with a raised brow and spoke. "Mr.Thorn is requesting your presence at once,"
When I was younger, I never thought much about the real world.My daydreams of me becoming a princess and being saved by a charming knight swept through my head often, I wanted to be protected and loved and admired, and I remember
“I am so sorry,” Ostana spoke softly as she held my hair behind my head, the contents of my stomach emptying itself out into the porcelain bowl. “I wish I could’ve been there to see you stand up to that jackass,”