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She has an iron heart in a velvet body. 

He's like a black hole inside the sun.

She's strong with fragile pieces. 

He's fierce above his afraid self.

She was the light in his gloomy world. 

He was the darkness that took her last shine. 

She became the aspire of his life. 

He made her life aimless.

She wants to revenge him.

He wants to acquire her. 

She searches for freedom from him. 

He captures her in a golden cage.

She fell for a person she hates the most.

He loves a person who he can't love. 

He was her enemy with a tag of a husband. 

She was his fear with a title of a wife.

Face of Fate

"Cressida Dragomar is coming with us." Said Leserli. She glanced at Vidarr then at Cressida.

Sure she's not his sister but she loves him, Cressida thought. And you don't kill someone you love. Cressida stood there, looking at Leserli and Vidarr. He climbed on his horse and pulled up Leserli by her hands. She gestured at Cressida. "The sun will set up at any moment."

Cressida blinked breaking her thoughts and stare. "I have my own horse." She said and jumped on Onyx. Ridding back to the castle, Cressida was following Vidarr, she could hear them talk during the way. "Why is she coming with us?" Vidarr asked.

"Don't worry, she'll be a help," Leserli replied and looked back at Cressida through her shoulder.

41. The obedient rebel