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Ara, just wait ......................................................

Every swing of his sword carried the weight of his determination to protect his realm. Arinna's arrows flew with fierce determination, but they seemed to meet an invisible barrier before reaching their intended targets. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing to find a way to pierce through the enemy's defenses. With unwavering focus, she adjusted her aim and unleashed a volley of arrows that managed to break through, striking true.

Turning around with a raised brow, I smirked. "I didn't even know you could read," "Oh, ha ha," Arrow rolled his deep brown eyes, taking a John Keats leather bound book off the shelf. A true smile rose to my lips at seeing this. "You like John Keats?" "The one and only," Placing my book back, Arrow leaned his back against the shelf and flipped to a random page. "Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering."

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

Its color is gold, and she can be sure it is not low-class; for sure, it was made personally for him. He positioned himself, pulled the arrow backward, and let it go with a snap. Raenery's gaze was drawn to the arrow's quick fling to the other side of Lamagne. Its sounds could be heard all the way across the ice field. When he turned to face her, she noticed how bright his lackluster eyes were.

she announced, pointing directly at me. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Murmurs rose. My stomach twisted, not with fear, but with rage. Cheating? Me? The judges exchanged quick looks. One raised his hand. “Ena goes first.” The smirk that spread across her face made my skin burn. She got exactly what she wanted. Fine. Let her. I would carve my answer into the center of that target. I stepped forward, bow in hand, the weight of it grounding me. My arrow slid smoothly into place, the string taut against my fingers. I tried to tune out the crowd, the whispers, the pressure. Just me and the bullseye.

I settled into the passenger seat, my mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired. "Arrow, can you see that there is something wrong somewhere?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, like the soft, gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. Arrow's eyes flicked towards me, his expression thoughtful, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer sunbeam that seemed to illuminate every detail.

Holding a thumb over her shoulder, Lili asks, “Did you know there’s an arrow lying on the floor in the surgery in a little pool of dried blood?” “You didn’t touch it, did you?” Darby’s eyes have gone wide. “Anna, don’t touch that,” she calls over her shoulder. “Why?” “It’s poisonous.” Before the words are out of Darby’s mouth, Anna walks up with the arrow clutched in the blades of one of her ever-present garden tools. “The grain looks like it came from yew. Right?” Studying it a moment, she looks from the arrow to Darby. “Yes. Silver tips against weres and there was an enchantment on it. But with no one here, there was no reason to remove it.”

What the fuck is wrong with me? I should leave and concentrate on my work, but instead, I sit down and watch them from a distance. Aros keeps his distance from her as he talks to one of the guards. I want to laugh at his blush, but I hold back- I can't give away my location. No matter how many women Aros brings up, I think he might be gay, and the thought only brightens my mood. My eyes fall on Enya, and I smile. She's playing with the kids, rolling on the grass with them, chasing the smallest ones around. I bet if she could open her eyes, I'd see a spark of true happiness in them.

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”