i sneak into my room.
i don't need my maid for what i'm about to do.
i reach beneath my bed.
take out the velvet case.
i open it.
my dagger is still there.
the one my father gave to me.
i take it and place it inside my bag.
close the case and shove it back under my bed.
i head back outside.
the snow has covered his tracks.
but i know the way.
i will not flee.
i will fight.
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Prince of Wolves
Krótkie Opowiadaniai hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed