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was grateful when father allowed me to bring Lyra, my closest handmaiden, with me on this journey. Her

it to where I'm standing. The wind hitting my face, a constant reminder that everything that had happened is not a dream, that I am indeed leavi

ght as I gazed back at the huge castle I've lived for the little years of my life according to the vampiric se

waterfall and held the hand of the coachman and boarded the opulent carriage. I s

eighing of horses, the silence in the carriage was alm

to be very honest, I still feel like a prisoner bound to fate. Lyra tried to break the

aking of the carriage's wheels and the occasional snort from horses. I

shouting. The carriage came to an abrupt stop, throwing us both forward. Soo

t voice. "We are under attack." After that, he pulle

t's how I will be cut off from the world

I sat, holding my breath as the furious clashing of swords, sounds of

k, an attack orchestrated by witches. Lyra graspe

after almost causing the extinction of a country filled with a generous

rced into hiding and some keep disturbing the peace of humans and vampires; the widely accepted

need to consume blood at least once in two weeks and I don't go crazy when

d to my wishes, the red glow of my eyes when using my vampiric powers isn't pronounced and I wasn't able to enjoy

a while, we continued on our way. Lyra and I exchanged a nervous glance but neither of us spoke. The silenc

elative ease, and without stopping, continued to what I think will

ide the window, letting the evening breeze hit my face

ne step closer to my new life as a stranger's bride. And it loo

and futile attempt to reassure her when I'm not assured, to tell her that I'm okay, that everything will b