Eight months later

Dear Rhysand

This old man who is keeping me in his humble adobe is a maniac, but then he is also a wonderful teacher and a very kind being.

I like elder Clesmond.

The first week I spend here was a combination of moping around and crying with consuming all his sugary supplies, to say he wasn't happy was an understatement.

As soon as the week ended, he hauled me out of my bed, his one glare made me feel like a child caught stealing cookies.

He was like "Go and fetch me apples!"

"Go pluck the ripened grapes!"

"Go and bath stupid girl!"

"I swear if...