Wolf’s Bane and Roses
Perhaps it was the way I looked, my eyes; they were dark, and during investigations, I am not Nightbane; I am Voidheart.
I exhaled and stopped moving, not wanting to get any closer to her, and my eyes returned to normal.
“All of you have the same rouge. Where did it come from?” I asked, my voice neutral, and silence fell. They were afraid, afraid to say where it came from. There has been only one person sharing rogues in the palace, Nyxora.
“A maiden named Anna shared them with us. She said it was from the Luna to appreciate our beauty.” A shaken voice from the back said, and without another word, I stormed out of the bath, holding the rouge in my hand.
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