|Chapter 2: Part 8|

|Chapter 2: Part 8|


Mira was done with being in the snow, the memories of the past were becoming way too much to bare. She enjoyed being around Lucretia but the snow, it wasn't as lovely as Lucretia exclaimed, it was more haunting than beautiful. She walked back in the castle and sat upon the stairs as they were nearby, she felt dizzy and tired. She couldn't help it but think that something wasn't right, was she falling ill? The sound of footsteps were nearby as she glanced towards the archway, seeing who’s it belonged to. It was Jacoby, but his expression was more relaxed than usual, perhaps the season was changing everyone. He crossed his arms with a light smile, which puzzled Mira because she obviously knew he was always up to no good. She then spoke to him with her voice breaking a bit from the cold air, “Master said I wasn't allowed to speak to you.” “I know what your Master said,” Jacoby replied sharply, “but he isn't here, he’s in a council meeting, now just hear me out alright?” Mira sighed as she stood up, “Fine, what is it…” “I wanted to apologize, for tormenting you in any way, you don’t have to believe me, but at least you know now that I am sorry.” Mira felt her chest thump, he was sorry? No, she wouldn't believe it, what if he was trying to weaken her defenses. Her expression remained straight as she nodded, “It’s fine.” Jacoby then turned away as he was about to walk out the door, “Good, now Is Lucretia outside? I was sent by Thorne to find her.” Again, Mira nodded as she watched him leave the front room and out the wide double doors, all the while whispering under her breath, “You’re not sorry….”