“Here it is. My home”, Toreh said as she leapt from the horse, landing gracefully on her feet.“It’s small”, Eloive said as he stood beside her.“Oh sorry, not all of us have three palaces at our disposal”.“I’m sorry if I have hurt your feelings”.“Let’s just go in”.Toreh rapped at the door with her knuckles. Amar opened the door, scowling. “The runaway returns home”.“Don’t be such a bitch on Christmas eve Amar. It’s unladylike”.“Look who’s talking. Are you coming in or not, because I have no problem with leaving you to the cold”.“What kind of elder sister would you be if you do that huh?”“The mourning kind”.Toreh’s face fell. “Amar, I am so sorry”.“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. So who’s your guest?”“Guess”.“I don’t guess Toreh. Who is it?”“The Crown Prince’s son, Eloive Lancaster”.“The Crown Prince’s son? What the…”, Amar pushed Toreh out of the way before delivering a right upper hook to the prince’s jaw. Not expecting it, he fell to the ground, massaging his jaw.“Ama

“Where have you been?”, Massa asked haughtily as Prita stepped into his room, holding a duffel bag. “Why, I went shopping”. “Shopping? You went shopping? Whatever for? If you need something, you should have told me and I would have gotten it”. “I didn’t want to stress you. You already have a lot of your plate and I hate to be a burden”. “You’re my mate Prita. It’s my duty to take care of you”. “Let’s not get into all that. I thought you'd even be happy to see me healthy and alive”. “I am happy and I’m not. Prita, you could have died. Someone could have seen you and killed you”. She rolled her eyes. “I’m already dead. The person won’t have to do much”. “Prita!” “What? I was sick of staying indoors. Massa, if I wanted to stay indoors, I would have returned to my tomb. How do you expect me to stay indoors on Christmas eve?” “It’s for your safety! How do you think I would be if something happened to you?” “I can take a wild guess”, Prita replied. “Prita! None of this is funny!”

“The forks should be on the left Waxlyn. Have you not been listening to anything I have been saying?”, Dogara yelled as she arranged the cutlery herself.Waxlyn merely rolled her eyes. “I have, I just chose to ignore. Seriously grandma why do we have to be the ones setting up dinner? We have servants for that!”“Well those servants are currently on Christmas break. Now if you would stop being so naughty and help me, the sooner this would be over with”.“Why are you such in a hurry anyways? A normal dinner takes place in the evening. It’s just four o clock and that’s three hours before seven!”, Waxlyn cried out.“Today’s different Waxlyn. Also, today’s dinner will be quite long and since I wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s evening plans, I have decided that dinner would take place at this hour”, Dogara explained.“Will grandfather be dining with us?”, Waxlyn asked as she arranged the chairs.“Why do you ask?”, Dogara asked as she set the plates evenly. There was a lot to eat for sure.“He

I hesitantly approached the massive doors of the cathedral, their towering height making me feel small and insignificant. Wilhelm has compelled the guard to let me in but I still feel a bit nervous. What if I am assaulted the minute I enter? What do I do then? Anyways, I still have to enter. As I pushed the doors open, a rush of cool air greeted me, carrying with it a sense of reverence and solemnity. The sight that unfolded before my eyes left me awestruck and filled with wonder. Inside the cathedral, the atmosphere was serene and peaceful. The architecture was unlike anything I had ever seen, a fusion of ice and stone that seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. The walls were crafted from shimmering blue ice, etched with intricate patterns that glowed softly in the filtered light. It was as if the cathedral itself was a testament to the ethereal beauty of the Icelands. Sunlight streamed through towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant hues of blues, gree

I never got to the bed, Sycamore didn’t let me. A gasp escaped my lips as I was suddenly pushed back, only to be held up against the door. As our lips draw near, I can feel the magnetic pull, the anticipation building with each passing second. The world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in a space filled with electric energy. Our mouths meet and it’s an explosion of sensations. There’s a gentle pressure at first, a soft exploration but soon our passions take hold. Our lips move together in perfect sync, a dance of fervor and tenderness. The caress of his lips against mine sends ripples of pleasure through my entire being. Our tongues meet in a passionate tango, intertwining and exploring with a hunger for each other. The taste and warmth of his mouth is all-consuming and intoxicating. The heat between us intensified, fueling the fire that burns within our souls. The kiss drew to an end and I was forced to pull away from him in order to catch my breath.