Mary Moore
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"Excuse me." Sam took a large step over the body, bleeding on the floor, and then escorted me as well! This dumbfounded me to the core, and my body could only follow. Sam… can't you read the situation? "Ha!" The red-haired man chuckled, but Sam and I didn't stop. Why? Because Sam didn't think that mocking laugh was meant for us. "Interesting." The red-haired man commented. I snuck a glance at him, and he was staring at us. My hand around Sam's arm slightly trembled. Those pair of…
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After Sam gave his order, we went to our separate ways. Still, his words remained in my head. What did he mean by that? I wondered internally. I didn't want to hop into a conclusion, afraid I'd get the wrong idea. Sam had his own dictionary, after all. "What are you thinking?" Sam snapped me back from my trance. I blinked, shaking my head. He then slipped his hands through the gaps between my fingers and squeezed it lightly. His action made me bite my lower lip. Walking while holding hands,…
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We set off at dawn and only at dusk; we reached our first stop: Whistlebird. I peeked out to see the town from a distant. "Wow…" I mumbled, excited to see what kind of town we'd be sleeping tonight. "You seem excited." Sam's voice came from across me. Slowly, I retracted my gaze from the window and leaned back. Sam was sitting across me. A smirk turned up on his lips as he tilted his head to the side. "It's my first time going out of Grimsbanne. I'm excited to see what kind of town was the…
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"Yes, love. I want your flower." "*Cough*" Normally, I wouldn't understand what he meant. However, after deflowering me, I couldn't feign innocent about the meaning of his words. Still, this story wouldn't progress if we kept doing it the whole day. After clearing my throat, I sported an awkward smile. Failing to speak of something to divert the subject, I raised my brush and stroke its tip on the apex of his nose. Sam narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to change the subject?" "I want to…
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"Sam, look! I made a giant flower!" I raised my brows, proud of my creation. I've never seen such a colorful daisy in my life. Hence, I thought that my imagination was slowly getting broader. Painting, huh? It's difficult, but I like it. Sam slowly scanned the gigantic flower I painted myself. It was too big it occupied almost the entire canvass. It's enormous, indeed. And I'm proud of it! "That…" Sam smiled before casting me a pleased look. "How are you so talented?" I blushed, hiding the…
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What am I seeing? I blinked my eyes countless of times, closing my mouth. Alas, no matter how I blinked, his work didn't change. "Was that me?" Out of shock, I blurted out. "Yes." Sam answered flatly, as if what he was putting on his canvass was something I'm merely over-reacting with. "Goodness…" I gasped, leaning in to see it clearer. "And I'm naked?!" Finally, Sam's hand stopped, raising his head to see my appalled expression. "It's… art." With his same flat tone, Sam explained.…
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What…? I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes slightly. Did Fabian say they would kill the duke? And that's the Duke's last orders before he entered his long slumber? Usually, my heart race or drum against my chest. But now, it beat slower than ever as my breathing grew heavier. Sam… I couldn't imagine what he felt during those years that led him to such a decision. Just hearing it was akin to a stake stabbing me right into my chest. Slowly, Fabian faced me with a smile on his lips.…
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"It's because of a… prank?" I gasped in disbelief. Unbelievable. Incredibly beyond belief! Fabian chuckled because of my tone and expression. I'd laugh as well if I were in his shoes. "It was a joke that could possibly be a threat, my lady. The Duke may be a bit… blithe, but he is not someone to be taken lightly." Fabian said with a smile. Deep down, I'm aware of that. The Duke wouldn't get so much recognition and respect from his people if he was to be taken lightly. I respected him, not…
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On the way, Fabian passed the rolling food tray to the maidservant. We remained silent as we headed to the garden to continue our discussion. As silence enveloped us, my anxiety grew intense. Fabian's last remarks lingered in my head repeatedly. "Massacre…" I whispered, clasping my dress tightly. A massacre ensued when the duke was summoned to the Capital? Why? How? For what reason? Myriads of questions rose in my head; I'm worried. Now, the Capital sounded more like a scary place and we're…
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They served the meal. Sam insisted on eating inside the study. As I ate my meal, Sam didn't touch his food. Instead, he stared at me while Fabian placed a parchment on the table. I darted my eyes from Sam to Fabian. The latter stood on the side, like always. I didn't know Sam had some artistry in him. Well, now that I think about it, he shouldn't be surprising since he had collections of paintings and books. These novels and paintings were all masterpieces of art. "Uhm…" I cleared my throat…
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