A Step Through Time Ch 5: Promises
Synopsis:
The one where Felix is done with his younger self being a stubborn asshole and Sophie is determined to treat her fathers equally.
OR
In which Felix confronts his younger self and have a much needed chat while Sophie, who really should never be left alone, makes a not-so-great choice. Pairing: Sylvix
Chapter Index
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If you had asked Ingrid a month ago if Felix would ever willingly allow someone, anyone, to touch him in even the most casual of ways, she would have laughed first, then immediately sent for Manuela because no one in their right mind would ever think such a thing.
So understandably, to say Ingrid is extremely shocked as she watches the older versions of Felix and Sylvain interact with each other is the understatement of the century.
âTheyâre disgustingly adorable in their own way,â Dorothea snickers from her seat on the dining hall bench beside her. âI donât know whether I want to coo or puke.â
Ingrid wholeheartedly agrees.
Clearly fatherhood and marriage, or maybe it was being married to Sylvain of all people, has changed Felix â has made him more⌠domestic. The Felix and Sylvain of her timeline are already joined at the hip, regardless of how much they deny it, but married Felix and Sylvain are in a league of their own.
Everywhere Felix goes, Sylvain is always there beside him with the shorter manâs battle scarred hand tucked neatly into the crook of his right elbow, his left hand gently securing Felixâs own while also proudly showing off the glittery silver ring adoring his ring finger (his engagement ring, Ingrid reminds herself, as Sylvain had made very clear when he decided that the dining hall was a perfect place to scandalize the entire army with a borderline inappropriate kiss). And if little Sophie is with them, it is like an invisible thread ties them together, ensuring that he is standing no further than a hairs breadth apart from his husband with his daughter in his arms, or placing a hand on Felixâs lower back while he carries their little spitfire.
âI know that couples inevitably begin to adopt some of their partnerâs characteristics and habits, but this is almost too much.â Ingrid frowns, finally bringing her forkful of food to her mouth after being frozen in place as she blatantly stares at the happy family. âItâs like Felix isnât even Felix anymore.â
Across from her, Annette hums her assent. âItâs a bit unsettling, but itâs still really nice to see how happy they are. If you ask me, the really creepy thing is Sylvainâs stare. Have you seen it, yet? Itâs like an exact copy of Felix.â Bits of buttery crust go flying from her fork as she waves it around to emphasize her point leaving Mercedes to pull out a handkerchief and mop up the stray crumbs that have found their way onto their once pristine table.
Itâs true. Although Ingrid has not been on the receiving end of Felixâs (or Sylvainâs now, for that matter) deadpan glare for a long time, she has seen it directed at others â especially when it comes to anything regarding Sophie who is, clearly, extremely doted upon by her two fathers, even while they try to cajole her into finishing the rest of her vegetables.
âSweetheart, you know you have to finish your meal first before you get your dessert.â Sylvainâs tone is low and chiding, but the softness of his expression very nearly undermines the authority of his words.
âI donât wanna,â comes the sad whimper complete with puppy eyes and a wobbling lower lip. âIt tastes yucky.â
âAww, cut her some slack, guys!â Whatever else Balthus is about to say from across the table next to theirs is immediately swallowed back down when not only Felix, but Sylvain as well, levels him with a look so equally unamused that even Ingrid can feel the shiver run down her spine.
âSophia Gabriella Fraldarius-Gautier. You know you cannot leave your seat until youâve finished your plate.â Felix says, more stern than his husband sitting on the other side of Sophie, but still bordering the line of fond exasperation. With a grimace himself, Felix spears a few of the sprouts on his own fork and shovels them into his mouth.
âPapa is also eating them too, see? You can be a good girl and finish your food too, right, Princess?â Sylvain smiles affectionately but his voice is strained. Itâs been the better part of an hour now that he has tried bargaining with his daughter and even the most patient of fathers has a limit. His eyes meets Felixâs briefly as an unspoken message flits between them before Felix nods stiffly and chimes in again.
âIf you promise to be good and finish your vegetables for the rest of this month, we will think about letting you go see the market that is passing through town.â
Clearly, it is an effective bait and Sophieâs eyes light up like itâs Yule and her birthday all rolled into one.
âReally?!â
This is news to Ingrid. The last time Annette and Mercedes had mentioned it in passing to future Felix and Sylvain, testing the waters to see if they would be amenable to allowing them to take Sophie, it had resulted in a resounding ânoâ and one teary child.
âThis is war, Annie.â Felix had said in a no nonsense tone after a sniffling Sophia had been carted off to check out the pastries fresh from the kitchen. âShe has only known a time of peace. Sophie doesnât understand how dangerous it can be going out somewhere even as simple as a market in times of unrest.â
âBut itâs not like weâd let her go by herself!â Annette argued. âWe would be with her the whole time!â
âItâs not your babysitting skills that weâre worried about, Annie.â Sylvain said. His lips quirked upwards in a small smile that did little to lessen the gravity of his expression. âSophie has a tendency to be ah, a bit of a curious child.â
Felix snorted. âLike someone I know,â he muttered under his breath.
âAnd so,â Sylvain continued, completely ignoring the barb from his husband even though he knows that later on in the privacy of their own room, heâll get into how the curiosity may have come from him, but the utter fearlessness and stubborn will to do her own thing one hundred percent came from Felix. âSophie has a bad habit of wandering off. Goddess knows sheâs done it loads of times whenever Felix or I take her down to our local market. The only difference is that everyone there knows who she is and at the end of the day, nothing bad ever happens to her and she comes home with a treat or two and a pat on the head.â
âWell then, we can just hold her hand!â Mercedes says like it is the simplest solution in the world.
âWeâve tried that. Weâve tried literally everything under the sun short of actually tying her to us physically with a rope.â
âBut what about-â
âNo means no, Annette. We will not argue with you about this. Itâs not safe.â
âBut Feeelix-!â
And that was the end of that conversation. At least, until now.
But then again, Felix willingly reopening a topic he had previously considered closed is probably one of the lesser odd things that have been happening recently.
âNuh uh, little missy. All your vegetables means all of them.â Sylvain scrapes the larger bits and pieces of vegetables dotting Sophieâs plate to the center, much to her dismay. The scraps amount to a decent pile of greens and not for the first time, Ingrid realizes just how wily and intelligent Sophie really is.
Raising a daughter with the will of Felix and the looks and intelligence of Sylvain will surely be a trial in itself, but thatâs not a problem for Ingrid to worry about. Right now, she just has to worry about making herself scarce when Sylvain and Felix approach Mercie and Annie before she gets dragged into it as well.
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âWhy canât Daddy come with us?â Sophie asks. Her eyes are wide and sad and Felix will never get used to how it makes his heart wrench. âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo, baby. You didnât do anything wrong.â Sylvain crouches so that heâs eye level with his teary daughter. âDaddy has to go to an important meeting with Uncle Dima, Uncle Claude, and Auntie By. But Iâll come find you and Papa if we finish early.â Sylvain smooths back the unruly crimson curls that are already starting to come out of the half updo that Felix had put in this morning. After years of doing his daughterâs hair, Felix has resigned himself to always fixing it halfway through the day lest it becomes a true birdâs nest at night after the wild adventures to be had.
âPromise?â Her lower lip is wobbling and Felix is starting to think that perhaps Sophie is a lot more aware of her influence on others than they think she is.
âI promise, sweetheart.â Sylvain smiles at his daughter before turning his eyes to Felix, a mischievous glint shining through. âYour Papa can vouch that I never break a promise.â
The wink Sylvain throws at him is met with an eyeroll and scoff, but Felix cannot stop the small quirk of his lips. Sylvain has always come through with his promises, both to him and to their daughter. Itâs one of the things that Felix loves so dearly about Sylvain after all â there is nothing in the world that he values more than the trust of his family and friends.
âSophie, go check to make sure youâve packed your coin purse and a snack. I need to speak with your father for a bit. Iâll meet you at the gates with Auntie Annie and Mercie, okay?â
Sophie doesnât need to be told twice. She is already vibrating off the walls, eager to get going and visit the market that she has been dying to see. âYes, Papa. Daddy, I hope you come soon! Iâll buy you a present, so make sure you hurry, okay?â
Felix and Sylvain both watch as their daughter scurries away, red hair flying behind her as she weaves through the mid morning crowd to join Annette and Mercedes standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the Entrance Hall. When she arrives with a hop and skip, Felix finally feels the knot that has been building in chest since that morning abate slightly.
âHey.â
Felix jolts at the warm hand that cups his elbow. âItâs okay, Fe. Sheâll be safe with you. Weâre not going to lose her.â
âI know.â Felix huffs, taking a step forward so he can rest his forehead in the dip of Sylvainâs collar. âItâs just... I canât help but worry.â
Sylvain chuckles, âI get it, Fe. Sheâs certainly got enough mischief in her to always keep us on our toes. I donât think sheâll ever grow out of it, to be honest. Goddess knows I dread the day when Iâm going to have to beat back suitors and stop her from sneaking out to gallivant with stable boys.â
âThere will be no gallivanting with anyone. Period. I would prefer not to stab someone less than half my age.â
âOh, but baby you look so hot when youâre all riled up and murderous.â The shiver that runs down Felixâs spine is undeniable and after a lifetime together, Sylvain would know the effect he has on his husband even if it werenât for the hand sliding to wrap around his waist and the other reaching up to cup a smooth, pale cheek.
âFuck you.â Thereâs no venom behind his words. Only the breathy whisper of comfort borne from unshakeable trust and love.
âGladly, but alas I have a meeting to get to.â The red head lets out a full belly laugh and ignores the half-hearted smack from Felix (which still smarts, because Felix at half strength is still stupidly strong with his damn training regimen). Â âAre you going to talk to your younger self today?â
The atmosphere takes on a decidedly more sombre note, but itâs a necessary topic.
Felix nods. âYeah. Annie convinced him to come with us to the market to check out the blacksmith.â
âIâm sorry I canât come. It would be easier if I were the one to talk to him, butâŚâ
âItâs fine,â Felix shakes his head. âThe next battle at Fort Merceus is important and you were a big part of the strategizing. You need to be there to make sure they make the right decisions.â
âEven still. Talking to your younger self about feelings is going to be like pulling teeth. I should know. Iâm your very own Felix-whisperer after all.â Sylvain closes his eyes and lets his forehead drop to rest against Felixâs; his soft breath tickling the midnight bangs framing his husbandâs visage. âOur younger selves need all the help they can get. Sothis⌠I donât remember us being such a disaster.â
âNeither do I, and yet here we are stuck trying to convince our younger counterparts that the other is very much interested.â
âFor the record,â Sylvain smirks. The hand that was previously wrapped around Felixâs waist is now slowly drifting lower. âIâd like to say that Iâm still very much interested.â
âPinch my ass in public and youâll lose your hand.â
âAw, Fe. Youâre no fun!â
Itâs the twitch of Felixâs cheek that betrays his amusement. âTch. Insatiable.â
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Awkward.
Thatâs the only way that Felix can even begin to describe the odd, tense energy that weighs down their group as they walk leisurely down the long winding roads descending from Garreg Mach.
To be fair, most of the awkwardness is in part due to Felixâs refusal to speak to his younger self, instead choosing to contentedly watch Sophie hop and skip around the flowers dotting their path. Ever since Sylvainâs decision to completely disregard time travel etiquette, the younger Felix had made himself scarce, pointedly avoiding him and his husband as if afraid that he would catch feelings simply by being around them.
Ha. That fucker was already head over heels in love no matter how much he denied it.
âSophie, when we get to the market, will you go with Annie and Mercie while I visit the blacksmith please?â Felix says it quiet enough that it sounds like it is a private conversation, but in the silence of the forest around them, it easily carries.
Sophie blinks, confused, but acquiesces. âOkay.â
Felix smiles and pats her head. He can practically feel the suspicion and irritation rolling off his younger self in waves, but he canât really bring himself to care.
He needs to address this issue now because Felix knows better than anyone else just how obstinate he can be, and if heâs right, thereâs a very good chance that this younger version of himself will take his feeling for Sylvain with him to the grave out of pure stubbornness.
So when they finally arrive to the market, Felix doesnât even try to hide the fact that he wants to talk to his counterpart â alone. He kneels and gives Sophie a quick hug after he makes her promise again to not wander off by herself before standing off to the side in the direction of the blacksmith, his arms crossed and waiting patiently while he watches young Felix scowl at the sheer number of people around.
A brusque nod from young Felix and suddenly they are face to face, and there is no denying the discomfort starting to roil in his gut.
Maybe he should have waited for Sylvain to talk to him after all.
âWell? Spit it out.â Despite asking Felix to talk, his younger self pushes past him roughly and begins stalking towards their destination.
âStop being so stubborn.â Young Felix whirls around at him with a look of incredulity.
âBeing âstubbornâ?â He glowers. âIâm not being stubborn. Iâm not being anything except for a pawn of fate apparently because my whole damn future has already been decided for me!â
Ah. So that is the core of the problem. âYour future hasnât been decided. Thatâs the whole point of me being here â so that we can make sure that things do happen as they originally went.â
âOh, so Iâm just supposed to accept the fact that my life becomes sickeningly domestic ââ he all but spits the word out like poison, â- and Iâm trapped in a life that I never wanted?â
Felix narrows his eyes. âSo youâre saying you donât want this life? You donât want peace for Fodlan? You donât want to actually feel happy for the first time your goddamn life since Glenn died?â
âWho the fuck are you to say whether Iâm happy or not? Iâm happy when I have a blade in my hand, not when Iâm being carted around like a⌠like a stupid trophy wife!â
âFirst of all,â Felix is proud of how level his voice comes out despite his urge to throttle the man in front of him, âIâm you, so of course I know what you want. I lived that life already.â
He pauses for a bit and then decides to go for a different angle â one that he knows has always worked with him when Sylvain tries to talk him down from stabbing some of the more pompous nobles during trade talks.
He takes a deep breath to ground himself. âBut youâre still you. I canât say I know exactly what youâre feeling, but I can imagine because at the core of everything, I know what I used to be like back then. And I also know that no matter what timeline I exist in, there will always be one thing that remains constant.â
Itâs true. There is one truth that Felix knows will span the test of time and space no matter what version of himself he is dealing with.
ââŚAre you ever going to tell me what it is?â Young Felix mutters angrily, breaking their brief standstill.
Marriage really has made him soft, Felix thinks as he feels the corners of his mouth curl up in a smile. He can practically hear Sylvain in his head telling him about how he probably has his âdopey love faceâ on right now and his eyes are all âmelted amberâ. What a sentimental fool.
âI think you know.â
âUgh,â Young Felix scowls and turns away to glare at the bucket of swords in front of the blacksmithâs stall. Itâs an admission if Felix has ever heard one, and he knows that his younger self does know.
Despite what the majority of Fodlan thinks, Felix is quite capable at reading peopleâs emotions. He knows when people feel uncomfortable or when they might need a kind word, but for the most part, he just doesnât care enough to coddle them because he knows it will only do them more harm than good. Which is exactly why he decides to jump straight to the truth.
âItâs okay to love him, you know.â
Young Felix freezes. The stiff set of his shoulders hunch up almost protectively and he stubbornly stays facing away from him.
âI knowâŚâ Felix swallows the lump in his throat, âI know that itâs hard to even think about letting anyone in after Glenn â how hard it is to trust someone enough and believe that they wonât just leave you like everyone else inevitably does.â
Felix touches the obsidian ring on his left hand. He spins it absently and the smooth slide of the black band against his hand grounds him.
âMother⌠Glenn⌠and then FatherâŚâ Felix has long made his peace with his fatherâs death, but there is still the faintest of stings in his heart when he thinks about it. âThey all left us. But Sylvain has always been there. He was there when Mother died. He stayed with us for weeks after Glenn died. And he never pitied or babied us when Father died. He was just there.â
Itâs a bit hazy, most memories from the war blur together honestly, but Felix does remember the days after the battle at Gronder with crystal clarity â those few painful days after his fatherâs sacrifice. No matter how many times he told Sylvain to leave, no matter how he yelled at him or tried to chase him away, Sylvain stood by him, steadfast and most importantly, without judgement.
He simply let Felix be.
And that was exactly what he needed.
âHeâs the biggest idiot in Fodlan, but you and I both know that Sylvain does everything in his power to care for his friends and family.â Felix says it like it like heâs stating the obvious. âHeâs also irresponsible and completely reckless, and Goddess knows that moron wouldnât sustain half of his injuries if he just trained more, but he does remember our promise. And heâs doing his best to keep it while also making sure we stay alive.â
Felix steps forward so that heâs now standing side by side with his younger self. From his peripheral vision, he can see the furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips that he knows only happens when he begrudgingly agrees.
âI know you donât believe in a fated future. Honestly, neither do I. But if thereâs one thing I can tell you for certain, it is that loving Sylvain, and being loved in return, is the best thing that will ever happen to you.â Felix allows the warmth in his chest to bloom. While that feeling may have scared him once upon a time, heâs learned to become fond of it because he knows that the only reason he can feel this way is because he has come so far and conquered all his demons along the way.
âYouâre disgustingly sentimental.â
âMaybe so, but I can still kick your ass.â
Young Felix snorts, âmaybe then Iâd actually have a good spar for once that isnât against the professor.â
Felix laughs quietly, the heavy weight on his chest lifting just as the tension eases out of Young Felixâs stance. The truth is out there, and at least his younger self isnât denying things anymore, but ultimately it will be up to Young Felix to decide the path he wants to take.
Felix Fraldarius is many things, but most importantly he is not a coward, which is why despite not having verbally settled the matter with his younger self, he knows with absolute certainty that Young Felix will never turn away from Sylvain, especially not when heâs been given permission to chase that happiness that heâs longed for.
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Sophie decides very quickly that the market is her new favourite place. Forget the kitchens and all their yummy baked treats, the marketplace has all that and more.
Everywhere she looks, there is something new to see. Stalls upon stalls are lined with various treasures and fancy looking things that no amount of tears would help escape the wrath of her fathers if, by some stroke of bad luck, she is unfortunate enough to break them.
âAuntie Mercie! Look, Balloons!â
Sophie tugs on the healerâs hands eagerly, careful not to let go and wander off though there is a tiny whisper in her heart that tempts her so. The large inflated animals sway merrily in the breeze, and with the hustle and bustle of the environment around them, it almost looks as if they are dancing with excitement.
âOh, arenât they adorable? Would you like one, Sophie?â Mercedes claps her hands together, looking just as delighted as Sophie feels and soon, the trio of females is making their way through the surprisingly large crowd that has gathered for this lively gathering as a reprieve from the war.
âThe fox,â Sophie pulls on Mercedesâ hand even more urgently the closer they get. âI want the fox, please, Auntie Mercie!â
âWhat about the cat, Sophie? Thatâs one is pretty cute.â Annette giggles. The red headed mage ducks and peers left and right at the variety of floating animals attached to the belt of the balloon vendor. There is already a gaggle of children forming around the man as he hands ribbons off to parents in exchange for gold, and although Sophie feels like she might burst if she has to wait any longer, she knows to wait her turn for the man to address her.
âHello there, young miss. And what can I get for you today?â When the man finally turns his kind face towards her, Sophie cannot tear her eyes away from her goal. âPerhaps a bird? Or maybe a puppy?â
Sophieâs voice comes out breathy and excited. Reaching a hand up, she points eagerly, âthe fox please. Can I have the fox?â
âOf course! Why donât you reach out your hand for me and Iâll tie it to your wrist?â
Obediently, Sophie sticks out her left arm and watches, enraptured as the white ribbon loops delicately around her wrist, loose enough that she can slip her hand out if she really wanted to, but tight enough that the balloon will not fly away. Reaching into the small coin purse attached to her hip, Sophie carefully counts out the appropriate amount and hands them over.
âThank you!â Sophie calls out after the vendor as Annette and Mercedes begin leading her away from the throng. Itâs much too crowded now, but the little Fraldarius-Gautier cannot help but feel comforted by her floating guardian. Papa did always say that her Daddy was âsly as a foxâ after all, and it feels like her father is there with her when she sees it.
âDo you think Daddy will like it?â Sophie mumbles shyly when theyâve walked far enough that the screams of delighted children are nothing more than a whisper in the distance.
âIâm sure Sylvain will love it!â Mercedes says sweetly. The healer looks at Sophie with a mixed expression, almost like she is trying to solve a puzzle that she canât quite figure out, before Annette interrupts her with a gasp.
âMercie, thereâs the sweets vendor that weâve been looking for!â
Sweets? Sweets are good. That sounds like something Sophie is definitely interested in.
âCome on,â Annette urges. She grabs Mercedes by the hand and by extension, also Sophie, who is clutching onto her other one, and she drags them with haste towards a brightly colored stall laden with pastries and sweet treats of all kinds.
The saccharine smell wafting from the baked goods makes Sophieâs mouth water, but her eyes dart from one flamboyantly decorated cupcake to another, helplessly unable to pick a favourite.
âHey! I remember you two!â The friendly looking lady behind the counter smiles as they approach. âYou ladies came by my stall the last time I was in town, didnât you?â
Annette flushes and nods. âThe sweets were so good, we just had to make a return visit and pick up some more!â Despite her embarrassment, she is already reaching out to grab a fluffy looking cream pastry that looks more like a cloud than anything else.
âIâm so glad you like them, miss. Business has slowed down recently because of the war. Not much extra money to go towards frivolous things like sweets anymore, you know?â Sophie frowns. War? What war? Â âRegular patrons like you are always appreciated.â
âOh, and look at you, you sweet little thing,â Suddenly the attention is turned towards Sophie and any lingering confusion flies out the window. âWhatâs your name?â
âMy name is Sophie!â With her fathersâ voices in the back of her head telling her to mind her manners, Sophie flashes her brightest smile and bobs gracefully into a quick curtsey. âItâs very nice to meet you. Your sweets look so yummy!â
âTheyâre the best in all of Fodlan, thatâs for sure!â The kind looking lady proudly puffs her chest. âHave you ever tried some, little miss? Since itâs your first time, why donât you go pick one and Iâll let you try it on the house.â
âReally?â Sophieâs eyes round with excitement. Daddy was right â being well mannered really does bring good things!
There are so many choices to choose from that it feels a little bit overwhelming, but eventually a beautiful deep red velvet cupcake topped with a mountain of chocolate frosting and a small candied cherry catches Sophieâs eye.
She likes cherries. She likes cupcakes. Thatâs two in one, isnât it? Itâs a perfect deal.
âGood choice, little miss. Thatâs our red velvet cupcake with black forest icing. Itâs one of our more popular cakes; especially with the ladies.â The sweets lady holds out the cupcake to her and Sophie quickly lets go of Mercedesâ hand to receive it.
The monstrosity of a cupcake is so large that it takes Sophie both hands to hold it, taking great pains to not drop it nor smear any icing on her dress. She still remembers the scolding Papa had given her over the grass and mud stains in her dress a couple of weeks ago and is not eager to repeat that experience.
Above, her red fox sways gently to and fro, moving every time Sophie maneuvers her hands to nibble away at equal parts frosting and icing. She has long since tuned out from the conversation between the nice sweets lady and Mercedes and Annette, instead choosing to savor and enjoy her treat while it lasts.
Sophie is halfway done her cupcake when a raucous of children shrieking with delight steals her attention back in the direction of the balloon man. There, in the middle of a cluster of children stands a rather short and odd-looking man carting around a small trolley packed with stuffed animals, and at the very bottom, shoved against a dopey looking tiger and a rather ferocious lion is a black cat stuffy, complete with slitted golden eyes stitched painstakingly above some wiry whiskers and a kitten pout.
Itâs the most wonderful stuffed kitty Sophie has ever seen. She has a present for Daddy, but what about Papa? Surely Papa would also like a gift â itâs only fair since Daddy gets one, right? Right. Her fathers had always taught her to treat everyone equally, and Sophie feels like that must include her family as well.
Annette and Mercedes are still engrossed in conversation with the Sweets Lady, but now their arms are full of bags laden with goodies they are no doubt brining back to the monastery. An itch like no other claws its way up Sophieâs chest and she really, really wants to ask for permission to go see the toy merchant, but she doesnât want to interrupt what looks to be a very lively conversation.
One quick glance back makes the anxiousness double as the man begins to move towards an intersection across the courtyard from them. If he goes any further, he will turn the corner and Sophie will lose sight of him.
The gleeful squealing of laughter is getting farther and farther away now. She really should tell Mercedes and Annette where she is going, but sheâs running out of time and Sophie will be absolutely heartbroken if her Papa is sad that he did not get a gift from her as well.
It will only be for a quick minute. She isnât going very far. All she will do is go up to the merchant and buy the cat stuffy and return back to the sweets stall in no time at all.
Right?
.
.
.
In that split second, Sophie makes a decision.
She turns back towards the bustling market square and runs.
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I'm so sorry for the delay with this chapter! I wanted to post it during my xmas holidays but I got so caught up with other things (read: sleeping) that I didn't get any writing done at all. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Thank you again for being so patient with me and reading up until now. Things are about to get rocky so I hope you're all prepared.
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