On another beautiful day, the sun was out and so was Cyra, who was standing before Andreas's room and ready to knock.
As soon as her hand touched the door, it was opened by Andreas who was already dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“Uhm, Andreas, you are awake.” She said and he nodded with a smile.
“I want to go out today, I’m going to see the White Trolls.” He informed her, and she raised a brow.
“White trolls?” She asked and he nodded.
“They are rarely spoken off.” He said.
“Oh,” She simply muttered. He smiled, he knew she didn’t understand who the white trolls were.
“Since I’m not needed now, I will stop by later then.” She said.
“I’m leaving by evening, they are hosting a dinner party and they invited me and my chosen spouse, Aria.” His words crumbled her heart. She kn
