Chapter 81 Courage

• I felt like being poured an ice-cold water over me while I was burning from the inside. “Is something wrong, my snowflower?” Kal asked as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. His left hand was still holding a glass of wine.
• ‘Kal’s not dead,' I whispered to myself. 'Marcus and Elodie are now in the Prison of Despair. The first part of our original plan has worked.' For the first time, it was not my guilt from my revenge on my family that’s suffocating my thoughts. It was the fact that the childhood friend who gave me a snowflower before he left was the male whom I was kneeling for right now. The who's calling me his snowflower. It was a heavy feeling: to love someone, not knowing you’ll ever be loved back. And yet finding out that he had been your first love and childhood bestfriend...love really moves in mysterious and, sometimes, hurtful ways.
• “I thought you were tired, Your Majesty?” I blinked tears as I stared at the beautiful bluish green pools of his eyes, at times they are on the lighter side of turquoise.