The King’s Deaf Luna

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wolf, I did not have the urge to run on a normalbasis, so I would just lock myself away in my room with a cup of tea and a nice book. I wouldoften sit in my window seal and read as the sun shined down, giving me a sense of peace. I

he raysbeating down on me. After some time of driving, we finally pulled onto a dirt road. I am surewhen the snow melted, leaving this street was not an easy task to do. Trees lined the windingroad until a humongous home came into view. The house was more like a mansion, suitable for aking, no doubt. It stood tall, bricks on the bottom painted white in color wh

a book inmy hand. I hoped they had books here. I live my life through books. They brought me sanitywhile living my life, they also brought me peace I didn't have otherwise. Alight tap was on myarm, my eyes breaking away from the garden to see a small figure in front of me. Th

stairs that both led to thefirst floor, a balcony that over-looked the entrance way. At the top was a crystal chandler thatdangled down. Below the balcony was a hallway that led further into the house. I was sure to getlost on my own. It was so entrancing with its beauty. I had never had the pleasure of seeinganything more stunning with my own eyes. I was so caught up in my thoughts about how my lifecould be, that I almost forgot what was ha

." The lady from before said as

reached another huge door that wasopen. When we entered, I saw many tables cascading throughout the room. It was the dining hall,no doubt. To the

ronounce evenmore. He had short raven black hair just like his mother. Would he also have her button nose andbeautiful eyes? Or would that part of him favor his father? I had this sudden desire. No. It wasmore like a need to see his face. Seeing his backside made a sudden desire wash over me that Icouldn't explain. Something inside of me begged for my body

ips. My body went limp at that momen