𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
Chapter Dedication: @jilyan32, thank you for the insightful comments! Hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀
When my morning practice with Madame ended, I found myself in the garden appreciating the beautiful flowers. As usual, it was peaceful outside, the garden wasn't that busy today with ballerinas sprawled across the field in small groups reading books or talking freely. It was a comfortable and tranquil atmosphere. I was tired, I found myself yawning throughout the day after the party the night before had taken all of my energy.
My hands were touching some beautiful dandelions, I smiled at the sight how magnificent they looked. Leaning down, I inhaled slowly, taking in the delightful smell of the flowers. Feeling something furry against my leg, my eyes dropped to the sight of small, snowy bunny than had passed me and was continuing to bounce around the garden. There were many little animals that the company had; we had lots of rabbits and kittens running around the gardens, many of which were yet to be adopted so were given to us. The staff took care of them, keeping them pampered and clean.
I lifted myself off the ground at the sound of someone calling my name. Craning my neck a little, my eyes landed on Iris, who once again, was fighting to catch her breath as she jogged toward me, crushing many growing flowers in her way.
Looking at her with great curiosity, I couldn't help but stifle a little chuckle at how disconcerted she looked; her cheeks flushed and her hair already a mess - the usual.
"Hey! I heard about the party!" She breathlessly began, running her hand through her hair as she attempted to pat it down. Standing before me, she inhaled deeply as she tried to catch her breath. I sighed, nodding. "Yeah. It didn't go so well."
