Novels by Blue Bird

Aurora’s POV;Eliza and I were busy sieving the flour to be used for tonight’s dinner when she suddenly called me through a mind link. I looked up at her in confusion, and he informed me that Laura was heading right for us. I looked up and in the grand kitchen, there she was. Heading straight to us. My mind wandered as I admired how beautiful and graceful she was. She would make a perfect Luna. Kind, gorgeous, caring, beautiful, and graceful.“Privacy! “She yelled when she was in front of Eliza and me and just as everyone began to leave, I noticed something about her. Laura’s aura wasn’t cute or sweet like I'd grown to know it to be. As Eliza made to leave, I grabbed her wrist to stop her. Laura isn’t here for friendly pleasantries, and whatever she’s here for, I want Eliza here with me while I face it.She looked at my grip on Eliza’s hand, looked up at me, and then scoffed. “I asked for privacy. “She said, and I smiled.“I heard. But she stays. Unless you mean you want to stay here

Third Person’s Narrative;Eliza and Aurora were knee-deep in the chaos of the palace garden. The early afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling lawn, highlighting the delicate beauty of the roses and the tangled mess of the bushes that needed pruning. Eliza used her shears with practiced ease, cutting away at the unruly branches while Aurora, next to her, struggled with the same task.Eliza's laughter, light and melodic, rang through the air as she watched her princess wrestle with the oversized garden shears. Aurora’s efforts were earnest but clumsy. Each snip seemed to take more out of her than anticipated, and less from the bushes. It was obvious that the bushes were being pruned by a novice, and Aurora had not the slightest clue what was going on. "Careful there, my lady!" Eliza called out, trying to stifle her giggles. "If you keep that up, we'll end up with a topiary disaster. "She laughed and Aurora paused, her face flushed from the combination of effort and

Third Person’s Narrative;The sound of Laura and her maid giggling in the ballroom was one warm sound to the heart and ears. The opulence of the room, with its crystal chandeliers, and beautiful tapestries seemed to enhance the cheerfulness of their rehearsal. Laura’s laughter, light and melodic, wove seamlessly with the delicate strains of the violin, creating an atmosphere of blissful fun. She twirled gracefully with her dress billowing around her like a cloud of dreams. Her maid, Lydia, mirrored her movements, their steps becoming a harmonious dance of practice and joy.“Lady Laura, you look as though you’ve stepped out of a fairy tale,” Lydia said, her voice warm with genuine admiration.Laura’s eyes sparkled as she swirled to face her maid. “Oh, Lydia, I feel as though I’m dreaming. I just can’t wait for the wedding. The waltz will be perfect, won’t it? Dante and I will look so lovely together. ”She spoke, and Lydia beamed. “Absolutely. And we’ll make sure every step is as f

Aurora’s POV;The words hit me like a thunderclap in the middle of a peaceful day. I turned to look at Catarina and she scoffed.“Don’t give me that look. This is my home, and nothing stays hidden from me. “She spoke again, and I gulped.“I heard Dante and his Beta talking about it. And you should know, my brother said he doesn’t want anything to do with you, because he’s already engaged. ”She said, and I just stared at her. Frozen like the statues around us. “So, if you’re planning to get in between him and Laura, you should just forget it. If not, the same way I found this out, I will find out every other stinking secret you’re hiding from us and use it to throw you out! ”She added and I felt as if the ground had been yanked out from under me. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, with my voice as sharp as a blade. I could feel my face growing hot with a mix of horror and something deeper… Embarrassment, perhaps? Anger? “Stop looking at me like that,” Catrina said, her tone l

Aurora’s Point Of View:The afternoon sun cast gentle dapples over the clear lake as Eliza and I sat on the bench under a beautiful oak tree. The cool shade was a shelter from the oppressive heat. The lake shimmered with a tranquil beauty that made the world and my mind feel at ease. Eliza and I were silent, but that silence was comfortable, and I appreciated it. We didn’t need to talk. I just needed her to be here, and so she stayed. Like she always does. I tossed bits of bread into the lake, watching with a quiet pleasure as the fish darted forward, their scales dazzling in the sunlight as they competed for the crumbs. There was something soothing about this simple act. A connection with nature that eased the constant turmoil felt in my soul.I was lost in the slowly fading ripples of the water when a voice suddenly shattered the silence I was enjoying.“Sult! ” The voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the silence and immediately, I knew its owner. Who wouldn’t? I turned

Aurora’s Point Of View:As I entered my dimly lit room, the oppressive weight of the day seemed to lift slightly, replaced warm relief.. Eliza, who was seated at a small table near the window, with her dark hair pulled back into a tight braid, stood up on seeing me. “My princess. You’re back! I’m so sorry. I wanted to help you. But Lady Catarina set up guards to keep an eye on me. ”She began to ramble, but I just crumbled on my bed. “Let me see your hands. “She spoke as she rushed to kneel in front of me. Her face fell when she took my hands and tears filled her eyes.“My precious lady. I’ll run you a bath now. “She said as she sprung up but before she could take a step towards the bathroom, I took hold of her wrist.“ I need to talk to you. ”I said softly with my voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.Eliza looked at me, her expression shifting from worry to fear. She gently sat back on the floor and looked up at me. “What’s wrong? ”She asked, and I gulped.I hesitated for a mo