#Chapter65

‘Breeze of the cold pleasure,

When hit with the floral scent,

Purely a pair of trotters can move,

Along the piece of the lush virescent.’

Lucius raised an arrogant brow at the young witch who was sitting comfortably on the ground in an unladylike manner. Madonna, on the other hand, gritted her teeth as she read the verse. 

‘Orla definitely wanted her son to die so soon that she had made such a splendid begin.’ Thought Madonna as she stood up from the ground and dusted her long traveling gown.

“I’m not hauling you all the way through the green fields just so the mazes wish.” Lucius frowned as...