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Snow muffled the small footsteps belonging to Alouette. In the crook of her elbow was an old wicker basket that Squire Ulrika had been kind enough to lend her for today, filled with nothing but a chunk of bread and a much smaller chunk a hard cheese. Alouette had to make sure that even when she...

They had spent days in the sky, flying from Malakath to Espressa. Melisandre Evreux was not used to this prolonged air travel, even with the assistance of magic to make the flight easier, her sinuses and her lower body were angry with her. She was angry with herself, knowing that this flight...

Xanthe never dreamed when she was put under the hunter’s spells. Whenever she would wake up, which was whenever the hunters wanted her to, she always felt a sense of longing. It would have been nice if she could have dreamed while being asleep. Suntory Market couldn’t even let the captured fae...