The King’s Obsession
he asks, meeting me half way across the lawn.
Frowning, I look down at my hands, and sure enough, I'm back as myself, the appearance of that woman having vanished from my skin. I could cry out in relief, grateful that I've returned to my true self. I hope that never happens again, especially without me willing it to.
"I'm a Summoner," I tell him through gasping breaths, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady myself. My head feels fuzzy, close to what I've been feeling with my nightmares. That exact feeling has been haunting me, and now I know why.
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