CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TOWER OF VOCÍ

It was night already, and Tamara was so tired from the several duties she was handling as her mother was gradually teaching her how to manage responsibilities when she passed.

She took in a deep breath as she walked in through her door into her room. She lit up the lamp in her room and its light ridded her room of darkness.

She sighed as she blew off the light on the touch, and ran her fingers through her hair as she walked down to her bed and sat. The only thought in her mind was how her bed would feel against her back when she finally lay on it. She got up again and pushed opened the window. The cold air of the night brushed against her face as she stared at the moon.

"Something is not right," She whispered underneath her breath as her brows knitted.

"What could possibly be going on," She whispered to herself again as she swept the air outside the window with her hand.

"I should inform mother about this," She said to herself as she shut her window and ran out
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