Persistence
Frustration boiled within me like a tempest threatening to break loose. Alistair stood before me, his stoic expression offering no solace. "Stop with the bullshit, Alistair." I demanded, my voice sharp with impatience. His silence hung in the air, a heavy curtain that only fueled my anger. Lucius had been gone the entire day, and no amount of probing could extract information from Alistair. My worry had transformed into irritation, and I could no longer contain my emotions. "This is unacceptable! Lucius has been gone for hours, and you refuse to give me a straight answer," I scolded, my frustration pouring into each word. "Is this how you want to be? Keeping secrets?" Before Alistair could respond, the distant sound of hooves and the rattle of carriages reached my ears. I narrowed my ey
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