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Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
Have I said about a map, right? I am not making it for many reasons. One, no matter how many times I tried, it kept deleting. And two, my schedule is becoming more tighter. I will put that map, just not... now. So, a chapter for you all!
Beware, this chapter is 6k words. I don't know why my chapters are becoming large. Hope I can cut size it when I am editing. And yes, there is another legend in this chapter. Enjoy :)
The Last Yule
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"That's how you butter the bread," she instructed as he followed her actions.
He cooked good, as long as someone was there to say him what to do.
"This is how you teach someone to cook!" he exclaimed. "You are an amazing teacher, Chavva."
She smiled softly. He was a fast learner. After the bread toast was done, she went inside her room to pin her hair in a bun. Her mirror was fragmented in the centre, but she cared less. It had enough space for her to see how her hair was.
Securing it where she wanted her ash blonde hair to be, she smoothened the wrinkles on her dress. The lilac dress was a new one; Caralea had given it to her. More or less forced Chavva to wear the dress she had sewed.
Someone knocked her door. Knowing her immortal gifts, she never used them for her purposes. Why should she? She wielded it only when someone was on the verge of dying or giving birth.
"Caralea has come!" Aeron said. "What must I tell her to do?"
She opened the door and looked into his eyes. That shade of red was going to arouse questions in many people. The only thing he could do was to be calm. The calmer he was, the browner his eyes were, but that did not mean the crimson hue faded to nothingness.
"She knows what to do," she replied. "Did you not see how she organised her Yule? She knows what to do."
She stepped out and he followed her. "Did you find out my star?"
She almost laughed at his childish curiosity. "I told you. You would be Arden."
"That means that star passed just four days ago!" His excited face fell. "Did I miss mine?"
He must have had a horrible past. If not, why would he use his lost childhood as his cover? Her heart reached out to him. Was this man as dangerous as Trystan claimed him to be? She laughed at that thought. But then again, to her, even Trystan was not as cunning and deceitful as Amara said.
To her eyes, Trystan had a warmth many failed to see. She saw how his eyes frantically looked out for people he could protect. How he had broken down when Aeron was about to die. She had never met a man who had willingly wept before a woman, giving away their pride. For some reason, that green-eyed man made her feel safe in ways she could not understand.
