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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Aeris learns to cherish the beauty of winter even as she worries over the new aspect of their relationship.
The sky and the shore had become one, blended to winter white. Not even the sea dare disturb monochrome. It murmured within its grey shroud. Frost painted lace upon the large window leading out to the balcony. A winter tableau scattering light as the day waxed coldly around.
Heaven’s Gate guarded a far different world where the little Cetra still slept. Sunk in her own sea of blankets and pillows where the mattress couched her within warmth. Delicate fingers curled upon softness, one set held near her face. Thick blankets had been pulled up to her ear, though chestnut swam over the folds. Behind soft shut lids, she clutched at dream webs that made her slightly frown. Not quite a whimper escaped from her lips, and she was happy to just let them go.
Just to ensure no dark would catch her, Aeris opened her eyes. That green’s bright was summer unstolen, though winter still ruled the air. Not here. She yawned, deliciously warm and wriggling with delight. She blinked several times, always to ensure that this life was the truth and no vision, but it was more a formality now. Two hundred and seventy-one days. It’s been that long since last I was raped and beaten. The maid slipped a hand over her slender neck with its shiny scar circled around. The only chains allowed there were of her own placing, bearing jewels of adornment not harm. Her wrists and ankles had them, too. My entire body’s a scar.