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“Nervous?” the man beside me asked casually. “No.” “Your voice trembles, Estelle.” His gentle tone prompted me to look up at him. A face, perfectly sculpted as if by an artist's hand, turned towards me. Deep blue eyes like a tranquil lake, and silver hair shimmering like a fairy's in the light. His captivating face, the kind that would make anyone stop in their tracks, was framed by a high-collared uniform, lending him an almost ascetic air. I never dreamed I'd marry such a beautiful…- 17.1 K • Ongoing
This one had made a killing, in a different sense. Noxian watched Shariette, her movements practiced and efficient. The lightheartedness she’d displayed moments before had vanished. In less than three minutes, she returned from the dispensary with two vials. Ignoring one, she injected the contents of both into the surviving villager. As the man regained consciousness and saw his still, lifeless companion, he lunged at Shariette, grabbing her by the collar. “Why… why only me?! What about…- 18.9 K • Ongoing
- “Lady Raven, I need some sunrise herb and whisperbloom.” “That’ll be 70 pennies. I’m moving my shop to Parma’s Pharmacy in Upper Willow Hill the day after tomorrow.” “Why? Where are you going?” “Oh, I’m going to jail. My witchy secret’s out.” “Aha! I knew it…!” Knew what? What did she take him for? For the next two days, Shariette was busier than a one-armed paperhanger in a windstorm. “Be careful! Those can’t be…
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- Noxian slowly closed and opened his eyes. Complete loss of consciousness. A deep, miraculous darkness. He regained awareness without the headache, dizziness, or nausea. How long had it been? The daily, agonizing pain that felt like his brain was being carved out had subsided. The sensation of floating, of being adrift, was gone, replaced by a feeling of being grounded. For the first time since that day. The world seemed incredibly sharp, vibrant. Two years he’d spent seeking out every competent…
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She tried to hide the tremor in her voice, masking her nervousness with a pretense of shyness as she subtly asked her sister, “Could we, perhaps, switch soups?” Flora tilted her head at her younger sister’s unexpected request. “Hmm? Switch our soups?” she echoed, her voice laced with puzzlement. Vivian’s eyes darted around, searching for a plausible excuse. A slightly embarrassing but workable explanation came to mind. “Well… your bowl seems to have fewer carrots,” she mumbled, her…- 35.3 K • Ongoing
- “Thank you for your concern.” She offered a polite, noncommittal reply. Caroline, startled by her brother’s uncharacteristic display of tenderness, placed a small, elegantly wrapped box on the table. “As a token of comfort, I brought you some tea that’s known for its calming properties. It should help you sleep soundly and have pleasant dreams.” “Thank you, Lady Caroline.” “I understand a young boy ran out in front of your carriage?” At Caroline’s question, Max’s eyes turned…
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- Had he perhaps been planning all along to free her from that gilded cage? As the Countess, she’d had no way to escape Arthur without his knowledge. Flora was cleverer than Vivian, and held the elevated position of Crown Princess. Surely she would have thought of a solution. Tears shimmering in her eyes, Vivian dared to hope. Flora, why are you crying? Mother and I were the ones at fault. It's alright, sister. My death wasn't your fault. It was Mother's karma and Arthur's sin. The Crown Prince quietly…
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- *** Vivian was lost in a dream. She stood alone before a door in Harrington Manor, in Greenville. Commotion erupted from within, and the door suddenly burst open. “Oh… That’s…” Knights bearing the crests of the Imperial Family and the Grand Duke Grey emerged, their faces etched with grief. In their arms, they carried her own lifeless body, stiff and cold. Vivian covered her mouth with both hands at the horrific sight. This is a nightmare. The people around her, seemingly oblivious to her…
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- Flora frowned, displeased by the expression. “Vivian is resting after taking a sedative.” “I see.” Max's blue eyes held no discernible emotion. He then turned his gaze back to the boy. The Duke was at the Imperial Palace for an urgent meeting and had not yet returned. The Duchess was also away from the mansion, attending a tea party hosted by a marchioness. It was only due to their absence that the boy had been brought in so quietly. Flora explained the situation to the physician. “When I…
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“What?” “You’re good at shooting, fencing, you’re fluent in Sevrian…” “Is that all I’m good at?” It was an annoying question, but she couldn't deny that he excelled at everything. “No, you’re good at everything.” Lilian sighed deeply. “Come to think of it, only I know this, but you’re a great cook!” “That’s right. I’ve cooked for you so many times; it would have been a shame to leave that out.” “That peach pie you made was…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
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