Candied Secrets- A. Morozova

Revelations

Hi guys! As I've already mentioned: I'm in my holidays and have to write this chapter with my smartphone. Because of that my grammar and the chapter might be lacking this time around andI'm quite sorry if that's the case.

Also, I won't be able to seperate the page until I have my laptop back, so don't be confused. I'll edit that later on.

Don't be confused about the pic: I wanted to show LePosicleLover what Endellion looks like (or looked like when she was younger).

Much love,

Inkwinds.

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The red ribbon was moving into the direction of the Goldrenner's hotel and thankfully to bed, while the traces of lead and an odd assortment of metal residues that was Ioan's trademark had moved out into the direction of the Emerald Palace about four minutes.

Dimples engraved themselves into my rounded cheeks as the corners of my lips tugged up into a wickedly sharp grin.

Following Ioan was a cakewalk as opposed to the purgatory of the previous days...

Cake... or anything edible for that matter sounded positively heavenly, thinking about it now.

"Ser?!" I shouted at a passerby who seemed to be in a rush. The man turned his head around, bewildered

"I believe you've dropped something!" His hand automatically darted to his breast pocket, before his eyes finally dropped down to the spot I was pointing at.

A pocket watch lied on the ground.

His eyes widened and he hastened over.

"Oh, thank you! It must have come loose somehow!" He dropped down in the same time I leaned over in order to give him his pocket watch back and we bumped our heads against each other.

Both of us self consciously laughed and apologized at each other.

"Good day and good luck not loosing your watch again, Ser!" He scratched himself behind his head with an embarrassed and stressed chuckle.

"Good day to you too!" And gone he was.

"A good day indeed, Ser." I murmured, letting the now slightly of Kruge emptied wallet discretely fall to the ground within the morning crowd.

Deary, being extra clumsy today, are we? How unfortunate can a wealthy man be to drop his purse at the same time as he's trying to get his pocket watch back into his possession?

I'm a terrific student, am I not Kaz?

After having purchased a succulent and wonderfully crispy, green apple I was finally ready for another day of intrigues.

It produced a lovely crunching sound when my gleaming teeth pierced toxically green skin and burrowed into the pale flesh beneath until acidic sap exploded my taste buds and ran down my parched throat. Although... in my mind I wasn't tearing into an apple, but the poisoned, intoxicated heart of a certain man.

Unfortunately, I was so ravenous in my actions that some of the sticky juice even dripped down onto my chin and fingers. With no other option available, I had to lick the mess off if i didn't wish to attract any wasps.