Love Unspoken

Even though eighteen-year-old Quinn was obedient, sensible, and very gentle, she also had a bit of a temper because of Alexander's indulgence. Because she knew her protector was right behind her and wouldn't let anyone bully her.

Even if Freya angered her, Quinn could confront her, displaying a considerable amount of stubbornness.

At that time, she had confidence, and it was Alexander who gave her that confidence.

At eighteen, Quinn felt powerful because she had all of Alexander's favor and the courage to defy the world.

Some said she was a servant by Alexander's side, treating his words as the most important thing. She would do whatever he asked her to do.

Even if he asked her to jump from upstairs, she wouldn't even hesitate; she would only think that he would surely catch her downstairs.

Even if she fell to her death, she might think that she must have fallen wrong before her death.

To Quinn, he was her faith, and she was his most devout follower.

Others said that without him, she was nothing. Without Alexander, she was a homeless, pitiful mute.

their observations proved

her homeless and vulnerable to

would never reappear. No one would protect her

Quinn gazed upon the man before her, tears descending

the desolation within her vacant eyes profound. It dawned upon her;

fell limply, surrendering the

been gripping her neck, slowly loosened. He pulled Quinn into his embrace,

hushed whisper by her ear, he said, "It's me; I'm Alexander." His voice was

the full experience. You won't find

in her heart, she

the man's embrace. Listening to his resolute

person in his arms gradually grew still, and Alexander released

continuing to trickle

of all punishments, binding some individuals and events

clothing from infancy and play carefreely in the yard

Quinn yearned for