Among chaos, she stopped to help a young man collect the teetering pile of boxes that had overbalanced.
"Why is everyone so frantic," she asked, stacking the boxes.
"The Dark Lady is coming!" he whisper-screamed. "If everything isn't perfect, she could end us all!"
"...She won't."
"Of course, she - !"
"I promise, I won't."
It took a second for him to make the connection. Then he paled, trembled, and dropped all the boxes again.
She sighed, picking them up once again as he blabbered apologies and she repeatedly replied that it was fine.
Maybe she shouldn't have revealed herself so early.
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The Sorceress & The Werewolf
RomanceIn a world where might often makes right, a sorceress currently holds the throne. Dubbed the Dark Lady and feared throughout the land for her endless magical power, very few approach her without necessity. In that landscape, the Alpha of an extensiv...
