In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
Silence. Silence covered the table of this evening's dinner like a shrouded cloud of doom. It was probably the most muted our meals have been since I've come to this world. Usually, mother and father spared a few words regarding the state of high society and the gossip that surrounded relationships and who was expected to marry and whatnot, but today, it was soundless.
At first, I just supposed there wasn't much to talk about since I had been on my best behavior for the most part; especially when I had plans to visit the apothecary tomorrow morning after my training session, but it was clear after the debacle of seeing Lehamo approach me, Lord Fenrir and Lady Soril that my family was aware of the fraternizing I had been doing for quite some time now.
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My head moved in a slow mechanical motion in the direction of my older brother. His eyes were dulled into an amused grin—I presumed he was awaiting the result of his treachery. His tall stature mimicked that of almost mother's their shoulders were nearly at a level where they matched meaning that every day he seemed to be growing exponentially; that still didn't negate the fact that he acted like a child.
A thirteen-year-old snitch.
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I scoffed, rolling my eyes before turning my attention back to the plate I had been served for the third course of our meal.
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