Novel-novel oleh Tijay20

Zealan approached her with a calmness that rivaled the annoyance simmering in his gaze. He offered her a hand, “Come” he said evenly. Nevaeh shook her head, getting to her feet and taking several steps away from him. Her pulse thundered. That man.. no. That thing had collapsed and transformed into a nightmare without being touched. The unsettling glow in Zealan’s eyes, the unparalleled strength he used to kill it. Nothing here was normal, nothing was.. human! Her chest rose and fell with increasing precision. It was unreal. Yes, this was a sick dream. “Stay away from me” she managed to blurt, her voice trembling. “I'm already vexed as is. Don't make it worse” Zealan spoke, his voice even “Let's get that wound checked before it festers” Nevaeh's hands instinctively clutched her neck where the blade had cut. Her head suddenly felt heavy, the world tilting. “What are-” she mumbled before her legs gave out. Zealan caught her before she hit the ground. “-you” she finished we

The wall that brought her into the dungeon couldn't get her out. Nevaeh found another way out with the man's help. True to his words, the chains binding him had fallen to pieces the moment her fingers brushed against it. She retreated to her room quickly before anyone noticed she was gone. Tomorrow, she will leave this place. By morning, Nevaeh woke up in a good mood. She didn't even snap at Carol and she made sure to finish her meals, she was sure she would need the strength. She was informed Zealan had left earlier in the day, and she prayed he wouldn't return today. But unlike the past two days that went by in a flash, today was particularly slow, as if taunting her. That man had asked her to meet him behind the stable tonight. Guards patrolled every inch of the mansion at night, but this was her one chance. Nevaeh occupied the rest of her afternoon in a book and by nightfall, Carol had come to draw her bath and serve dinner. When she was done, she dismissed the maid, pretendi

The next day was completely the same routine. Nevaeh didn't leave her room. It wasn't until midnight when the halls had quietened, save for the patrol guards, that her door clicked open and her head peeked out before she took her first step. Her feet padded softly against the floor as she stuck close to the walls of the mansion, occasionally slipping into the shadows whenever a guard passed by. The action felt nostalgic. She had always snuck out of her home back at Walreece, but then she had Vivian and Arlene. Now, she was by herself and she was determined to find an escape route. In a bid to avoid being sighted by a guard as he turned the corner, Nevaeh dashed behind a pillar without caution, sending a vase stumbling to the ground and crashing loudly on impact. “Who's there?” The guard's voice sounded. Nevaeh’s heart raced in her chest. She couldn't be seen! These people would report her every action to their Lord and Zealan might catch on to her plan. She backed further in

Zealan sat cross-legged at the balcony, a cigar hanging lazily between his fingers as he stared at a lone star in the sky. It had been three days since that dinner with the Walreece heiress. Three days since he last saw her. She had stubbornly refused to leave her room or breathe the same air as him and the seamstress had been forced to take her measurements from one of her dresses. Zealan wondered what she hoped to achieve by self-imprisonment. Not that it mattered, she was going to come out one day or another, and with nine days left until the engagement, he would make sure of it. “Night seems peaceful” a voice came up behind him. Zealan sat up in his seat before exhaling a puff of smoke into the night air. “Save your lecture” he said to the person who took the seat beside him. “The girl has only been here five days and there's already trouble in paradise” Darius chuckled and Zealan ignored him “Y'know threatening to imprison your future wife is not the way to woo” “I'm not t

Nevaeh sat in her room by the window, her thoughts still wandering on the earlier events of the day as she awaited Zealan's return. The sun had begun to set and he was still out there. She couldn't help the twinge of worry- A knock came on her door.“Who is it?” She asked even though she had a fair idea who it was“Carol, milady. Dinner would be served in thirty minutes” the maid responded from behind the door.“That's fine Carol. I'm not hungry” Nevaeh said, returning her focus to the window where she had a clear view of the mansion's gates from a distance.The door to the room slowly pushed open as the maid peeked her head into the room, drawing her Lady's attention to her once more.“Is something the matter, milady?” Carol asked.“No, Carol. I just had a lot to eat earlier already. I do not think I can stomach any more”“Okay then. I'll inform the young Master that-”“Master Zealan is home?” Nevaeh got on her feet in puzzlement.“Yes, he asked me to call you for dinner” Carol repl

Carol returned soon after to finish with the bath while Nevaeh scoured the closet on what to wear. Gavarian fabrics were often heavier and Nevaeh believed the reason to be their weather.As Carol stepped out from the bathroom, Nevaeh asked, “Where did they put my luggage?”She hadn't seen any of her belongings since she entered this mansion last evening.“It is being kept in the repository” Carol replied and Nevaeh’s brows furrowed“The what?”“It is a place we keep items that are currently not in use” Carol clarified.“I need my things back please”“Milady has everything she needs here, unless there are some things you would like me to fetch”Nevaeh stared at Carol, baffled “Carol, get me my bags” she stated with utmost seriousness.“Okay, milady, but first you must bathe, lest the water runs cold” ~Nevaeh sat across Zealan in the carriage as the coachman rode through the streets of Gavaria. She peered out of the window, watching the scenery and the Gavarians go about their daily l