A Soul to Keep by Opal Reyne EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Opal Reyne
- Language: English
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“For as long as we can remember, there have been monsters,” Reia said with
a stern, yet dull voice. Lifting her arms, she allowed the Priestess dressing her
to deftly clad her in a white dress. “Why do they believe I am the reason for
The dress slipping over her body was simple enough.
It hugged her curves around her torso before it hung loosely around her
hips and legs. Lace cuffs were frilly as they draped long and wide around her
wrists, swaying each time she moved her hands. Although her hands stopped
at her mid-thighs, the frilly sleeves draped down to just below her knees.
Other than the long sleeves having lace, the only other place there was lace
was around her waist that then trailed down in front of her, reaching a V
down to her knees.
It appeared to be terribly made, but it was remarkably soft, like a cotton
cloud, against her sensitive skin.
“You know why,” the Priestess answered with a curt tone. “They have told
us you are a harbinger of bad omens.”
The Priestess – since that was all Reia could call her by as they didn’t
share their names – was dressed in a white cloak that had large purple runic
symbols painted into the seams of the cloak. Every seam around the hood, the
sleeves, the opening down the centre, and even the hem that danced just
above the ground were covered in purple runes.
They all wore white clay masks with accents of gold decorating each one.
The woman dressing her had decided to paint a cat-eye design around the
mask’s white mesh covered eyes, while the lips, that bore only the slightest
opening so she could be heard, were painted golden like lipstick.
The Priestess sounded much older than Reia’s twenty-six years of age, but
instead of the kindness that she’d spoken with in her aged voice to the rest of
the village, she spoke coarsely to Reia.
She was forced to watch herself being dressed in the oval-shaped mirror of
this small room that was her entire house. The Priestess’ gown disturbed all
the hidden dust Reia hadn’t managed to find and clean away. The dust
glittered in the morning sunshine that washed into the timber floored room,
not giving any indication of how grisly the day was to truly be for her.
Instead, it looked beautiful, peaceful, warm – despite it being so early
spring that not a single flower could blossom under the remaining snow.
In front of her was her body length mirror, while next to it was her single
wooden-carved bed that held the most uncomfortable mattress known in
creation. It should have been made of fluff, fur, and wool; instead, it was
made of straw and hay.
On the other side of the room was a small stone kitchen hearth she had to
light with a match to cook. The dining table and singular chair – since she
never had visitors – was right next to the hearth in this cluttered home.
The last piece of furniture she owned was a wardrobe holding the clothes
she’d made by hand herself – the village people feared touching the clothing
she’d wear – with rolls of ugly fabric tilted against it.
She didn’t own anything else.
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