When her joy faded, his eyes turned back to blue, and he made a sound as if he was clearing his throat. It was the second time she’d seen them turn to that colour, but she didn’t know what it meant. His glowing orbs swiftly changed to purple at her smile, and a tiny flinch twitched her features. I want to wear anything but the colour white! To no longer feel like some sacrificial virgin maiden. “Yes, please!” she nearly squealed, bouncing on the spot as a bright smile spread over her lips. “No one else has asked to change the colour, but I think I would appreciate the difference.” They will not be strong, nor do I have many colours, but I’m sure we could find something that will stain them enough to your liking.” He lifted his hand and covered his snout while tapping it with a forefinger. She was surprised that he didn’t mind, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. She pulled on the skirt of the long dress and peered down at it. “If you do not like any of the clothing, you are welcome to change them.” He tilted his head at her, which she was beginning to understand conveyed curiosity or thought. “I wish you had something different for me to wear.” He was just standing there idly with his arms limp by his sides. “I feel ridiculous wearing a wedding dress.” She sighed as she walked down the hallway and greeted him where he was waiting for her in the living room. Perhaps not truly comfortable, but safe nonetheless. Not just from the world outside, but him as well. He wasn’t intending to hurt her, and the amulet was just further proof of that.įor the first time, she actually felt safe in his presence. I will try to make sure it doesn’t end if I can. It finally registered that some of those marks on the walls belonged to those who hadn’t been killed by him. She’d remembered he’d said those words to her as he was kneeling in front of her while he was fixing it to her head. His words had been like a blanket of safety and ease, and it was then that she knew he’d meant if she wanted to die at the hands of Demons. Once he explained what it did, an overwhelming amount of relief washed over her. He’d asked her if she wanted to die, and at first, she’d thought it was a threat.

She needed to remind herself that she was in a nightmare and that this cute cottage was nothing but deception and lies. She didn’t get that far, and she didn’t think she actually would have once she got outside and saw the forest, but she’d wanted to know, needed to fully see the trees pressing her in like bars of a cage.

A soul to keep opal reyne