Ginevra woke up surrounded by smells of blood and death. The battlefield was there, and whispers called her to Hell. She fought against the cotton fog in her head, tried to move her limbs and tear free, but for naught. The voices took her into their land…
The land of nightmares.
There she was a girl again. Weak, helpless, unworthy of her idol, of her father. The time when she accepted her punishments with fear and gratitude, for they would make her better. Stronger. Give her his love.
These thoughts weren't the worst part of the dream. Because sometimes, Ginevra was tempted to return to them. Tempted to become this girl again, when things were simple and her purpose was higher than carrying someone's orders.
You thought you were reading ML, but it was FL ALL ALONG!!!
(lol joking. But I've decided to write these chapters from Gin's perspective so you would see her as more than a piece of meat :P i know you, my horny readers. dw, there will be some smut in the visible future. i'd say when, but I didn't write that far by the moment when I write this note)