Many of the paintings BoBo did in 1446 were shut away. His dear nephew didn't want to remember that time. He opened the drawers of the case, lifted the gauze protecting each canvas.
One was of the wedding. So much red. Then another, from when Aoibh was first rescued, of Diyiren washing Aoibh's black, decaying feet. And another of the time BoBo walked in on them together, announcing that a wedding host had finally been found.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...