Chapter 774: The Vision at the Feast
13 Days To Go
The world was quite mysterious sometimes. In some parts of the world, someone sobbed after having their child taken from them. In others, people wept because the plague had taken over and there was hardly any food to eat.
In some places, others rejoiced, dancing with their friends as they sang. In some places, people picked out who they would spend the night with—some against their will, some lovers.
And while the majority sobbed from the pain of having their children and families dead, while some sang at the top of their lungs drinking ale, while some lovers enjoyed being in each other's presence, trying new things, there were those who were making plans to move the war.
One of such people was the beautiful woman with black hair, the woman whose jewels never left her hands, the one who now sat barefooted as she always was in her castle... Victoria.
