A God’s Tale
Dorian chuckled, staring into Elika’s eyes.
The princess stared back into the feral man’s deep yellow eyes, her breath catching slightly as she spoke; the demonic eyes seeming to penetrate her soul. “Sometimes ... But it was mostly to the library or woods...”
Dorian nodded, glancing away from the princess; before snapping his head back towards her as he began to speak, his tone coated with interest. “So, you are interested in books, little girl?”
Elika forced a small smile, tugging at the leather collar as it once again began to dig into the side of her neck; irritating the princess. “Yes...”
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