FREYA
I imagined us meeting each other many times. In my fantasies, I’d be wearing a beautiful dress somewhere in the library and we would stretch hands to get the same book… Or I’d accidentally fall on some fancy ball and he would catch me. Or I would become a famous mage and work would bring us together…
But never have I ever imagined that I would meet Desmond again naked, covered by a cloud of snow, with icicles in my hair, and on a crazy rampage trying to freeze my classmates to death!
No, that’s really not how I wanted us to meet again…
I turn slowly to face him and yep, there is no mistake. Desmond is standing at the other side of the corridor and watching me with a stern face. Is he disappointed? I bet he wouldn’t have given me a crown now. Understandable…
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