ErzaLockhart_8373

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

"You ok?" She asked. The gaze of the soldier broke, he then blinked and nodded.

He glanced at his hand where Cressida tied the cloth. Then averted his head towards the wolf.

"What did you do?" The soldier asked, looking at the wolf that sat quietly at the corner.

"Don't you know? Loud sounds scare them away." Cressida said nonchalantly and stood on her feet.

The soldier stood too. He picked up his sword and faced Cressida. "Why did you stop me from hitting it?" He asked.

"A sword might leave a visible wound. Lycaon would have known there was someone else here." She said and walked around in the tower to examine it.

The soldier widened his eyes at her. His eyes followed her where she goes. It's the first time for him to see a girl who has guts as well as the brain. He then looked at his hand and thought; who is kind too.

65. Dark abyss