A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway

ery single day, or do not have to live beneath a servant's status in their Father's mansions. Then, there are

, and then perhaps it would have been a sugary kind of story.

er is her subtle beauty; her mixed, silky hair and her caramel skin that glowed with the gold s

ces back at me and says nothing. My tap did not run; I never washed my hands, but I ate my

im as he eyes me. Did Katelyn not gossip about the

ou made a deal ...

yn would tell you, which is why she only heard what she need

. However, on his bad days, his eyes would invite the color of blood. He would place the portrait of mother right in front

still too young and planning a blissful love life alone. I wa

d in his silver. I am just satisfied that I am letting you go in an unsuspicio

How could you... How can you be okay with this?" I do understand that he still loves

the bathroom and returns with a pair of rusty scissors, which he snaps before my face. "You would ha

not believe that someone I am supposed to look up to is brazenly displayin

e I remain unmoving. "Since I can no longer yank this hair of yours, i

way into my skull. "You hate me not only because my blood killed her, but also because I look like her. I remind you of what you lost..." I lose my voice j

, pushing me toward the nearby wall before my back lands painfully on it. I

torture you in the underworld," he gnashes out his wrath once again, but it is not as if I am scared

Owen to see the smile that he slips into his expression. He seems proud of his words, looking hap

y shoulders, and hold my chin up with a bright smile. Lord Owen and I are standing next

stares that I am never spared. Who would not seem pissed at my presence anyway? No

m now, he quickly replaces a frown with another wide grin, the tip of his pointed nose drooping down. He looks elegant

d women in weird [sorry, not weird] attires flock in through the Iro

sh material worn by their left side and wrapped over their right, having distinctively voluminous sleeves and V-curved neck.

expected to see a prince charming, yet I never knew that it is actually a white-haired dwar

?" Lord Owen murmurs without looking at me, and I w

in the dungeons; without the honour to have etiquette tutors and

le. Do not act dumb, Allegra." I frown, and slight

nts, Master Xaulfur?" Lord Owen says, wh

y." I would love it if he talked more to lengthen the convers

m too; it does to many people who believe that an elegant height for a noble's dau

with a pleasant tone. I thought that he would just nod at my salutation and walk past me without a word, b

at is unlike a man of his age. His gaze to me is soft, his smile tend

ave gotten used to hearing are sour and dour words that often prick my heart and cause darkness to

n dress and go down with bowed head, yielding a curtsey that the old Japanese commends

ng the old Japanese's attention. He leads the way toward the banquet ha

the eyes on me as I walk along the Hallway, contemplating if I should bear the cold in my room or just return to the cell. After weighing the temperature

seems like a light tap until a force throws me to the ground, and loud, infectious