BLACK LIES
book one in the 'chaos series'
in which a goddess falls apart because of love and a power she had no place in controlling overcoming her, threatening the lives of those around her, including the god she finds herself tied to by love.
LOKI...
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seven "it's a fraud!"
It had been two days since the feast and Lusine had not come out of her room once. She'd have Cloris fetch whatever she desired, the maid being her only form company for two days straight. The sweet little girl was actually beginning to grow on her, despite her former belief that she was far too beneath her for such a friendship to begin to blossom.
"Cloris, fetch my dress for the Winter Ball, will you?" She barks, rolling over on her side in the comfort of her bed, shaven legs brushing against the silk sheets. "It's tonight and I'm not ready."
"Emotionally? Or just not presentably?" Cloris sasses, pushing herself off the bed she'd been invited to lounge upon with Lusine and walking to the wardrobe where the dress had been hanging ever since they'd gotten to Asgard.
Lately, Cloris had come out of her shell a lot more. Her true colours had begun to shine through brightly and Lusine could not deny the fact that this maid was someone she was glad to have around her. For the hours when darkness crept in, having an individual around with more optimism than anyone she'd ever met had its perks.
"Don't even go there," She warns, pushing a hand through her hair as she rolls back over to watch Cloris as she works. "Will you be attending the ball, Cloris?" She stands from the bed with nothing but a thin, white nightgown that brushes against her thighs. Cloris pulls the large emerald gown from the wardrobe, gasping when she turns around to see Lusine so close to her, having slunk from the bed silently.
"No, I- I don't think I am allowed to attend," Cloris splutters, folding the dress over her arms. Lusine steps forward, placing her hands upon Cloris' shoulders, the coldness of her palms sinking into her bones, though no magic follows at the heels.
"You're coming to the ball. I'll make sure you can get in." The Volkov drops her hands from Cloris and smiles. "Now get me in that damn dress so that we can find one for you. I'm sure one of mine will fit you, even if we have to pin the bottom hem a little."
"Thank you, Lusine," Cloris breathes out not quite believing that she would attend the Winter Ball. after years of dreaming of the balls and feasts and courts, she was finally stepping into it herself, in nothing less than Lusine Volkov's shoes.
"Don't thank me, thank my influence," She says, that warmth of doing something so simple for someone and witnessing the effect it had on their happiness. For once, Lusine's mind was clear of clouds and the radiance shone through.
Her lands had not seen the sun's wrath in years, but now it shone and, even if it was only for a day, it was truly glorious.
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"You look stunning, Cloris," Lusine says, smiling brightly at the girl in the sapphire ball gown. The skirt ripples around her legs, pinches her in at the waist, but allows for her curvaceous figure to be displayed as if she were the lifetime work of a dying artist. "If you don't get a dance tonight, I'll dance with you myself."
