“Lucian, I’ve begun reading that book of children’s stories you gave me.” Talia says as she studies the different types of crops grown in the Ignis provinces.
“Is that so?” Lucian responds. He looks up from his book and studies Talia’s expression. Her brows are furrowed the way they do when she is in deep thought. He smiles at how cute he finds that look. “What do you think of it?”
“All of the relationships with humans end in tragedy. They either die loving each other or live hating each other. There is no in between.” Talia huffs and sits back folding her arms over her chest. Today she is wearing a high-necked, pale blue dress that splits open at both of the sides to just above her hips. The material is thick wool and fits her just as perfectly as all of the other outfits. Lucian cannot
