This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

“The lady bears a crust of rage as the ground bears hardened frost in the morning. Some days, 't melts with warm persuasion, but on others, 't lingers, and all is hollow ere its cold fury.” 


Elwyn ran out of the excuses he usually weaves like it's a childhood hobby with that artful tongue of his while I felt myself trembling to the core, thinking of a million possible ways on how Loralie could have known about my identity. She pierced her eyes into mine, taking my hand in her cold one and gently placed the badge in my palm. 


"I don't want to know how you thought it would be safe to monitor everything happening to me and around me. I told you, didn't I? My cousins have a flair for digging up the last detail of any person, alive or dead. I would have killed you in your sleep for invading my privacy but it took my cousins a lot of time and...restraint to calm and convince me. Pray tell me, what held you back from exposing him?" 


Anger, You Beast