Months later I still had the dress. Months later, I still hadn't heard about my sister's Lover who had escaped that night. Months later time had moved, and apparently so had Robyn.
His house only containing his bed, some left over clothes and any furniture that wasn't easy to move by one's self. It took me a few days to except it. That he had left.
I have to admit, I haven't. And I've spent almost every day begging the gods that he's alive.
I walked around the empty palace, not really caring where I was going. I just ran my hand on the wall and looked to the far off ceiling.
I heard footsteps and my posture straightened till I had my chin lifted high. My hand slid to my thigh where my pockets conveniently had a dagger.
I slowed as someone passed the corner, a tall male with black hair. I could see scars along his neck and a long scar crossing his face.
Cheek to check I think.
Even so, I stopped and waited for him to pass. But something looked off about him. He was tense and his shoulders seemed slouched. He took a deep breath and straightened.
Slowly he turned into the hallway I was in and saw me. He had another scar on the left side of his face. It went from his forehead to his chin. I kept my face neutral and began to walk by him, but his smile stopped me. I couldn't place that smile.
It was somewhere between friendly and threat.
"Hi," he grinned and it made my hand slide into my pocket. "I'm Max."
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battles of love
Storie d'amorefirst off the photo isnt mine I found it on pintrist, second this is an enimies to lovers trope with some spice maybe a lemon I don't know we'll get there. and third this is all from my imagination if it resembles another story it is a coincidence...
