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Will Bear the Moon Chapter 63 Rose Colored Glasses
*Nicoli*Nicoli fidgeted against the merciless stone bench, each shift of his weight sending fresh jolts of cold through his bones. The carved marble pressed through every layer of wool and leather he wore, turning his tailbone numb and his spine rigid with discomfort. Steam rose from his collar in wispy tendrils, the heat of his own body betraying him to the bitter air as he attempted—futilely—to find some semblance of comfort during the interminable wait.It seemed to have been some time since he last saw Ana in the hall. Her words still echoed in in his ears.At the first sound of her voice, he'd leapt up, yanked open the door with such force the hinges had groaned in protest. There she was. And for one breathless, suspended moment, everything else—his isolation, the suffocating chaos of court, Hidi's betrayal, even his own churning confusion—faded to nothing. It was just Ana. Standing in the hall. The only person in the world he wanted to see. The only one who could make the gnawi
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 62 No Running In The Halls
*ANA*The door behind us clicks shut.“Hidi—” Too late.She wastes no time. The door has barely settled into its frame when it starts all over again—this relentless, consuming urgency of hers. Her fingers clamp around my wrist like a manacle of flesh and bone, nails pressing crescent moons into my skin as she barrels forward, dragging me down the corridor with enough violent momentum that I nearly lose my footing entirely."What are you doing?" I gasp out sharply, but I'm mindful to keep my voice pitched low enough not to echo off these gossiping walls. "Slow down! Slow down—I can barely keep up with your stride."My voice carries further than intended down the long white hall, but she doesn't respond, doesn't even acknowledge my protest. My slippers—delicate things meant for gliding across drawing room carpets, not this frantic chase—squeak and slide uselessly across the cold marble despite my desperate attempts at resistance. I reach for the wall with my free hand, fingertips seekin
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 61.5 Sweet, Helpless, and Trusting
*Mykhol*Victory had a flavor—warm copper and sweet iron, thick as honey coating the back of his tongue. Mykhol let it pool there, savoring the metallic richness while keeping his expression carefully blank, carved from marble and years of practiced restraint.Years at the Academy had taught him control, poise, performance—how to smile while calculating throat angles, how to bow while counting exits, how to speak honeyed words while sharpening mental blades. But it was here, now, in this bright-yellow chamber of state with morning light streaming through tall windows, where those hard-earned lessons would finally bear fruit.She actually left him in charge.Like taking candy from a baby—sweet, helpless, trusting.He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to smother the laugh clawing to escape. Ana had fled the room with that giant peacock of a queen in tow—shoulders rigid, excuses half-formed—and left her beloved meeting in his hands. Left him, after all this time, finally alone
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 61 Friendship and Guilt Trips
*Ana*My body flinches from the sound of her voice, every muscle contracting like I've been struck by lightning. The word 'friend' seems to sour the very air, turning the golden warmth of the room acrid and bitter on my tongue. It lingers there, sweetly foul, like fruit left too long in the sun. A sharp, overclean scent of lemon and something more astringent—like boiled herbs and too much perfume—invades the room along with her. The fragrance is overwhelming, blunt in its brightness, cutting through the comfortable mingling of pine smoke and coffee like scissors through fur. Her presence arrives before her voice fully lands, a fast-moving storm cloaked in velvet and unwavering confidence that makes the very walls seem to shrink back.The hard click of her heels strikes the marble like a war drum, each step deliberate and sharp enough to make my teeth ache. The sound echoes once—twice—reverberating through the domed ceiling before muting as her footfalls cross onto one of the cream br
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 60 Work And Friends
*Ana*Neither of them came.The thought steals me back from what I'm doing, what I should be doing, before I can stop it, curling cold fingers around my attention and tugging me away from the stack of parchment in front of me. My gaze drifts—again—to the two empty chairs on my right, their burgundy velvet seats still perfectly plumped, untouched by the weight of the bodies that should occupy them.The sight of them makes something knot in my chest, tight and merciless as a fist closing around my ribs.No, stop it, Ana. Focus. You have work to do.I force my eyes back to the map of the settlements, tracing the inked rivers with the tip of my quill until the delicate silver nib catches on a rough patch of parchment. The tiny snag sends a tremor through my fingers. Useless. Useless. My thoughts are traitorous things; they keep circling back to those vacant seats.Part of me had hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that Nicoli, at least, would come.That he'd walk into this room with that easy stride
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 59 Let Me In
*Hidi* I should break down the door and drag him out, kicking and screaming.The thought was tempting enough, sending a tremor through her clenched fists. If it were anyone else, Hidi would've done it already. One good stomp and the wood would explode into splinters, the hinges shrieking in metallic protest as she burst through like a summer storm—all thunder and lightning wrapped in velvet. She'd grab the stubborn fool by the collar, her fingers sinking into fabric and flesh alike, and haul them out into the hallway as easily as plucking eggs at Ostara. The satisfying crack of bone, the wheeze of expelled air—she could almost taste it.But this wasn't anyone else. This was Nicoli.And that changed everything.She couldn't just barrel in, couldn't treat him with the same reckless energy and bone-snapping strength she used on Lucy or the occasional defiant maid. Her nostrils flared with each measured breath, the cold air sharp against the tender flesh inside her nose. Nicoli wasn't a
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