You, an expressive, uncalled star, are my light.
--unknown
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Such a simpleton.
Letting Anastasia ‘guide’ him towards a safe space she found near the west wing, Vesper looked at her back and listened at her—half of him wants to tell her that she’s been talking to the man she fears the whole time and regain his pride as the king, while the other half finds her talkative nature an interesting act to continue on. If it is I, Vesper, the one behind you, you won’t be able to relax, won’t you?
“I heard from the maids that the west wing is rarely visited in the Kalisa Palace because it’s off-limits to everyone except from the employed and the permitted.” She said, then turned to look at him with a smile. “That’s why the garden in this wing is pretty and comfortable.” With that, she face
