ALL Chapters & Episodes of The Symphonies Played by the Heart of a Traitor by psyche

All Chapters of The Symphonies Played by the Heart of a Traitor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

3 Chapters

The Symphonies Played by the Heart of a Traitor/psyche

Chapter 1 I let out a harsh breath as I hide in between the gigantic roots. The air filled my lungs again, but I almost thought that the air I was breathing in was made of knives and blades. And although my throat is dry and my legs and arms shake against the coldness of December night air, I took a breath after a breath. When I knew I gathered enough energy to run again, I peeked above the roots ensuring I make no sounds. The forest is tranquil, dark, and cold. The trees are as high as the towers in the palace, and their leaves are more extensive than my head. Minutes have passed, and I haven’t detected any movements except the flapping birds above the trees. I got tired of watching the surroundings, so I decided to sit on the pile of leaves.

02 — Symphonies of the Seas

The Symphonies Played by the Heart of a Traitor/psyche

Chapter 2Olga barged in the room, having an apple pie in her hands while beer on the other. Now I see why she has to kick the door. "Princess! It's been a week already; I see that you can now walk properly," she said with a big smile plastered on her face. She has so much energy early in the morning.She put the food on the table as I sit on the chair. “So, I will just let you know that I will be out later. There is a festival in the middle of the city,” her eyes twinkled. "For sure, I will reach my quota for tonight!” she exclaimed while her fingers are intertwined together and her hands below her chin.She looked at me, and her smile faded, "Sorry! I said too much, go eat…eat!" she said and started marching towards the door. “Olga, wait. I want to join you,” I said. It turns out that Olga and Kael are thieves. Kael is the owner of this tavern, and Olga is the chef. They usually serve beers that have higher

03 - When the Walls Fell

The Symphonies Played by the Heart of a Traitor/psyche

Olis smiled at me as I watched myself in the mirror. A goddess stared back at me, dressed in a royal blue tulle gown. Since I was young, my mother would always tell me that I looked so much like my father. But however hard I look in the mirror, I can not see any resemblance. I signaled Olis that I was ready to go the ball. She opened the door of my room for me. I silently walked through it an