Conspiracy
Riwansa tapped her fingers on the table humming a familiar melody in a soft tune. In the blink of an eye it was the dead of the night. There was a small ray of hope that kept her seated in the shivering cold. She squinted her eyes to appreciate nature's mysteriousness in the dim moonlight. But wasn't she just deceiving herself?
As the hours passed by, the star was now visible, announcing the dawn. She finally went inside the cottage. Her countenance unbothered. She has completely given up. It's good like this too. At least she won't blame herself ever in the future.
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"Why did you call me back brother?" Steven squinted his eyes at Zihao.
"Shouldn't I be the one to question you? You are disappointing me, do you have any regard left for the royal rules and ethics? How could you dare to drug the dungeon protector?" Zihao was strict with his words unlike usual.