I was grumbling to myself while furiously scratching my head in hopes to remember the rest that happened last night aside from drinking that sour drink given by Eron, forcing it to me since she told me that it is part of the trolls' tradition to drink that black liquid.
Still not able to accept the reality that Alec is laying right next to me wearing nothing and is only covered with a thin and white cloth. The bed we are on is so small because this was originally used by trolls who were a quarter size of our height, so we had to squeeze in next to each other just to fit in this bed.
"Oh, dear, goddess of all realms. . ." I closed my eyes shut, trying to knock my head with my closed fist so I could at least remember what happened last night! I could hear the sound of my skull getting slam
