Marked
The serene morning weather felt cool and crisp as the sky turned a shade of purple and blue outside her window, leaving a delightful breath of fresh air in the Viscarrian palace.
Anna sat at her dressing table after getting herself prepared for the day. She gently massaged the two dot marks at the nape of her pale neck, curiously studying it on the glass mirror and there was no trace of blood coming out of it. It looked as though it was waiting to be pierced again, pierced by a certain someone and it made her pulses flutter like a dove.
She pursed her lips at how difficult it was to stop thinking about Roshan, surely it was a normal thing if a good-looking person lingers in the thought of someone for a while but this was entirely different.
She found the mark on her neck to be something out of the ordinary and as much as she tried to avoid the topic, there was a great possibility that the mark on her neck carried a meaning she was unaware of.