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He is confident that Gwen will achieve her goals. One of Gwen's advantages is her closeness to Elden. She has always endeavored to win Elden's favor to gain his trust, and she succeeds. Without Elden's knowledge, Gwen infiltrates as a spy for Gibson. Gwen executes her task flawlessly, causing Elden and Theodor to become distracted. At the residence of Gilbert.

Gwen doesn’t acknowledge him or his glare, all she can stare at is me. I don’t know why though. “Shut up!” Okay? “Don’t tell me you are a fan of Angel Writes too!” “What?” She frowns at me, “Angel Writes, the human writer!” What… Wait. “Oh.” “Yeah, so you do know her.” I nod vigorously, “Who wouldn’t. I absolutely love her books, but it’s somewhat a bummer that she isn’t famous in the human world, that is where she lives, right?”

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.

The entire way home, I had thought of her, and this scene right now, told me that she had not only taken on my challenge, she had pushed it even further. I closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, soaking in the view before me. “You’re late.” It came from the shadows, filled with partial chiding. She came out of the shadows, and my breath hitched in my throat. Gwen was the most gorgeous woman I had ever set my eyes on. She looked so soft, like a blooming rose that was spreading out its petals. Her hair was loose, and flowed down her back in tresses. Her lips looked even redder than I recalled but the color wasn’t too sharp. It complemented her rosy cheek and she presented a look of a

"Gwen?" "My Lady." Gwen said as she tried to searched the wardrobe for the gown that was suitable for tonight ceremony on her Lady. Her Lady had seemed too occupied these days that she had not even made any preparations towards the ceremony at all, but lucky for her, she had a maid like Gwen, and a person with Gwen was a person with no problems, because she would take care of everything. With her right measurements, Gwen had gone to see the Royal Seamstress and stocked her Mistress's wardrobe with different dresses made in varieties of colors, except white.

She hoped that the promised child would die immediately when she was born, and not to be kept alive for no reason. Gwen always passes through the woods each time she comes to spy on the Northern kingdom, knowing that no one would dare come to the woods at night. But seeing smokes in the other side of the woods got her surprised and she wondered who would be that brave enough to visit the woods at night.

No. This is all going wrong. I'm fucking it up. Typical. Let's try a different tack. My name is Gwenhwyfar Carew - that's more-or-less Jennifer to those of you not blessed enough to be a countrywoman of mine. I was born in the hamlet of Kilryden in the year of your Lord 1793. I was eighteen when it was my time to go - stabbed twice (among other, less pleasant things) and buried alive (briefly) in a shallow woodland grave. The only flowers that ever grew for me were Celandine. No stone ever marked me, no parents got to cry over my shrouded and shriven corpse - I was a foundling girl, a ward of the Methodist Church, missed maybe only by the local priest who had loved me and raised me as best h

Mary Redferne Walking down the aisle at The Fearrington Inn felt like stepping into a fairytale. The venue, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, exuded an intimate charm that warmed my heart. Joseph stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he watched me approach.

Gavin started, and Gwen's eyes widened. "Oh, my poor child. You've been through so much. Well, not any longer. You're under my protection now," she declared. "Um. Who are you, exactly?" Elara asked. I bit back a laugh. Gavin, however, did not. Elara just shot him a look while Gwen smiled widely. "I'm glad to see they didn't break you, dear. I'm the former Luna Queen, Gwendolyn Ashbourne. And this reprobate's grandmother." She raised an eyebrow at Gavin. "I swear, he has better manners."

I needed to be faster, sharper, and more precise. The sound of a high-end engine broke my concentration. I looked up to see a red Audi A3 pulling into the driveway next door. It was a beautiful piece of machinery—sleek, aggressive, and clearly a gift from Gwen’s wealthy aunt. Gwen hopped out of the driver’s seat, looking tired but steady. I caught myself starting to lift a hand to wave, but I stopped. She didn't even look my way. She just hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and marched up her porch steps.