“ whenever. he pushes on his luck.
or im way too early. . — nope he's the latest ones.
you really thought I would go like this, didn't you. . dont make me regret my words. ”
she follows mor into her chamber. her petite hand into morrigan's.
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“ if rhys will allow it. “ playfulness laced on
her tongue as a slight smile curled over her
lips.
“ you can’t go covered in paint. not as our
high lady. let’s go and find something more
for the occasion. “ accepts her hand offer,
drawing them upstairs.
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more really not giving her no choices for the sakes of both of them.
“ rhys. always late. alright you got me. .
being alone waiting in the dance hall for so long suck. would you dance with me? ”
offers her hand.
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although she could see her painting what
looked like a beautiful star-ridden scenery,
they’d always made such joyous memories
at the dance hall.
“ oh feyre, but then who would accompany
me to the dance hall tonight ? “
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