I stood there, entranced by the beauty of her flowing yellow locks, her stubborn and tough disposition, and her icy, blue eyes.
"You are the most precious flower that has ever been afloat upon these waters.", I whispered.
"Hm?", she turned around, sucking in her lips.
"Oh! Nothing! I have said nothing!", I replied.
"Oh.", she whispered, seemingly disappointed.
"Are you alright?", I asked.
"You have asked that six times since I have fallen.", she whispered.
"Oh. I am sorry. I have barely noticed."
A/N: I know that this is a SHORT chapter, but I thought this could be a smaller length than the "P.O.V: Unkown". Don't forget to vote and comment! Bye!
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Mixed Blood (ON HIATUS)
Historical FictionHighest Standing: #2 in Historical Fiction ____________________ She has mixed blood. She is reminded of it every day. Half Scottish and half Norse, she has always been a bit of an outcast. She takes refuge in the arts of swordsmanship and archery...
