"I want to see Gran," Aoibh yelled from behind the bed.
"No!"
She launched brushes, hairpins, shattered the mirrors just so she could blast shards at Diyiren. The servants walked through the halls, going about their duties. All over again, just a dream that for a few weeks, the King and Queen had been a happily married couple.
Diyiren called the water from the basin to him, held it like a shield.
"I'm lonely!"
"I've been lonely for sixty-seven years," he screamed, turning the water into icicles and shooting them at her. "You can handle a few months of confinement, you selfish bitch."
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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...
