His fingers moved slowly up and down her back, rough and mangled and in desperate need of such a soothing motion.
It still sometimes ached…delicate and tender from everything that had been done.
He promised he’d make up for it.
It was a dreary kind of relationship, the kind that wasn’t ever supposed to happen under such circumstances. But it had. They were childhood friends. They’d known each other before the war. They’d attended a school together…when schools were still ‘mixed’ as the people called it.
Three realms had once attended one school together; the Ice Kingdom, the...
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