A Fierce Little Birdy Told Me...
ALASTOR Still on a high after my night of absolute splendor with Vivvy, I awoke at my usual early hour feeling as though I had slept for eight hours instead of the actual two that my mind and body had allowed. Not wanting to disturb my little sleeping beauty, I quietly dressed for our second impromptu gathering—a family breakfast in the ballroom—before heading down to the office down the hall to look over the latest reports regarding our newest warriors’ progress in their training... I had just sat down, placing my cup of hot brew on the desk—wishing that it was Auntie’s coffee that was helping fuse my continued adrenaline—when I heard the soft clearing of a throat in the doorway. Surprised as I looked up to find my unexpected visitor hesitantly walking in, delightedly greeting, “Well, g
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