*This chapter is dedicated to Ejiasa Eugene who reached out to me on my gmail! Thank you darling for the compliment and I promise to update as much as I can >.<*
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Briar Nightingale just wanted to knit.
Knit away her sorrows.
Knit and see what could be an outcome of the colour yellow and blue.
Knit and imagine her little pup wearing her cloths and not normal ones because she couldn't go down to that little village and ask for baby clothes.
Knit and ignore Jordan Nightingale.
But there was just so much you could ask for wasn't there?
She was very much aware of the challenge and many a time, she wished deep down that during the fight, Raven would ignore how Briar would feel and rip out her husband's heart, if he had one, and eat it.
Okay so it was a gory image but it didn't stop her from wanting him dead.
He didn't deserve her.
.....
But she loved him.