Devil's Redemption
Her health was far important than a thousand opportunities.
With a deep breath, the princess of Alvar tugs at the knots of the woolen garments and peels them off her body. Though they kept her warm, the fabric was irritating her to death. As the clothes fell on the floor, the black of night surfaced. She was wearing clothes similar to Arnold’s underneath. It didn’t have any long cloak. The new piece covered every inch of her body and to conceal her identity, she wore a mask, covering the lower face. Reaching for the old man’s satchel that was heavier than usual, she rummages through the contents and pulls out daggers and knives before hiding them in her dress and boots. Caressing her beloved
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