When a girl has fallen for her two best friends. What happens when her two best friends finds out her love for them? Will they have feeling for her as well?
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Irina is a Grisha-more specifically, a P...
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I huff as I adjust my blue kefta, making my way down the hall. The weight of it is almost unbearable. The fabric feels heavier with every step, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm going to topple over any second. It's tight, uncomfortable, like it's pulling me in directions I don't want to go. But the designs-those are the one thing I can appreciate. Orange-yellow stitching in patterns like flames adorn the edges, flickering with every movement I make. On the back, a phoenix is stitched in an intricate design that almost seems to come alive as I walk. Honestly, the symbolism is kind of cool, but right now, it's the least of my worries.
Lately, I've been feeling... off. Since that 'presentation' with King Pyotr, everything about me has been different. My energy feels erratic, like there's a current running just beneath my skin, waiting to burst. I feel this constant pressure inside me, and sometimes, I snap at people for no reason. The frustration builds up, and I can hardly contain it. Every time I think I have a grip on it, the surge of power threatens to break free.
I walk down the stairs that lead outside. The chill of the air does nothing to cool the fire inside me. Baghra. That's the name Alina told me. A woman with some mysterious purpose, waiting for me in a hut. I honestly don't know what she wants, but curiosity has pulled me in.
The hut comes into view, and I pause. It's small, dark, and seems to swallow up all the light around it. The kind of place that feels like it leads to nowhere. I glance back at the Little Palace behind me, a brief flash of doubt running through my mind. What am I doing here? What am I even supposed to expect?
I suck in a breath and step forward, forcing my feet to move toward the door. The air inside the hut hits me like a wall. It's hot. Stifling, like the air has been sitting still for ages. I squint, trying to adjust to the dim light. The place is poorly lit, save for a small hole in the roof where the sunlight filters through and a few candles scattered around the room, flickering in the otherwise oppressive darkness.
"Hello?" My voice echoes in the silence, and I take a few tentative steps inside, my eyes scanning for any sign of life. But there's no one in sight. I frown. This is starting to feel like a joke.
"Hello?" I call again, my voice shaking a little more this time, a knot forming in my stomach. The silence is thick, oppressive. I squint in the dim light, unsure of where I'm supposed to go.
Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence, and I spin around in fright. "You're late." It's a woman's voice, sharp and commanding. My heart skips a beat. I didn't even hear her approach. I blink, staring at the woman standing behind me. Her long white hair flows like a waterfall of snow, her piercing eyes narrowing as she looks me over. "Just like that other girl," she mutters under her breath. She steps closer, examining me from head to toe with the kind of scrutiny that makes my skin crawl.
