It's intriguing and infuriating at the same time, my dearest. You flaunt yourself in the very heart of the place I despise. Makes me wonder―are you so viciously cunning or desperate to be punished?
The soft paper crumpled under her grasp.
Alyssane watched it with a shadowed gaze, her fingers numb, and her mind a restless beast, 'Must I run again now? Find another sanctuary only for it to be shattered by someone else…'
'Viciously cunning… what do you mean, Kazmun?' She bit her lips, crumpling the paper until her knuckles turned white, 'What have I done for you to hate me so?'
The letter arrived three days ago.
Ever since Alyssane has read it like a prayer, until every part of her grew weary from those words. She dreaded for the worse, to be stripped of all the opulence she was offered but she did not deserve, she feared she would be once again reduced to a slave, she feared Seraphina would no longer speak with her so warmly.
