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Amara’s pov I stepped in first on my own not following protocol by stepping in with Orian and my heart jumped pounding in my throat on seeing the occupants of the room.The diner room was already filled with people all of them on their feet paying respects to Orian who had quickly followed my lead and was standing behind me but their attention wasn't on him, their attention was on me.All pairs of eyes in the room were fixated on me, not excluding the guards. They weren't gazes of admiration but rather scrutiny and hatred. My skin crawled as they peered at me with resentment, like I was a lamb amongst wolves. The intensity of their gazes boring deep into my soul registering that it would only take a miracle to be accepted by them.His hand crept around my waist, gripping it, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he pulled me to his side, and at that moment I forgot about our quarrel and leaned into his touch, embracing the comfort he offered as he stood by my side facing them.
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Amara’s povAre you alright? I asked him as he stroked his thumb on my palm, you don't look okay.Triggered. People shouting, triggered, he sounded scared through the mate bond and my heart broke at how pressured he'd feel at the moment."Silence!" I screamed out loud from my seat and they all fell quiet not out of obedience but out of shock that I spoke, "You are leaders acting like children, compose yourselves!" I stood up from my seat with my hand still holding onto Orian's to comfort him and I began to pray that I wouldn't blab as I was about to talk.Take in a deep breath Amara, we can do this, Cora spoke, mate needs you at the moment and you need to be brave, do not let them scare you. We were always going to be queens just that we never thought it would be a different realm, take in a deep breath and relax.Yes, relax, I repeated steadying myself, I can do this and show them that I am capable. "Years and years of feuds with the blame being pushed on the wrong people, my parent
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Orian's povTW: rape, gore(inflicted wounds) *flash back* I struggled to get up the stairs, my heart pounding hard with each step I took and I could feel the weakness in my bones. I gripped onto my game, the dead fattened squirrels staring at me with their wide eyes like they were mocking me for the difficulty I was going through as payback for killing them.I took in a deep breath and leaned against the railing, my hunting gun fell to the ground clanging against the step edges as I released it to clutch to my chest hoping to gain some composure. The urge to lay on the staircase and lull myself into sleep due to my weakness fought with the urge to run off to Akanther and show him my very first game and enjoy the proud look on his face when he praised me.I got myself together, bent to pick up my gun and then I hung it, gripped tighter onto the game before pushing further up the steps, just then Nexus breezed past me, his victorious laughter ringing in my ears and ech
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Orian’s pov"Werewolves?!" I was alarmed as mentioning their name on our territory seemed like an abomination but now he was telling me that we were having them over as guests, "Are you sure sir?""Ah, I know that look." He laughed at my expression, "Don't worry, these are special and I have ties with them. They will be here anytime soon.""Can I go then?""Of course not." He frowned, "You have got to get more involved in politics more Orian, and know more about my dealings regarding leadership and the kingdom. How else are you going to be a good heir?"Heir? I am his heir?! I looked at him wide-eyed, my words stopping in my throat and he only winked at me, nodding afterward and mentioning the word heir again to tell me that I had heard correctly, just as I found my words and I was about to ask the millions of questions running through my mind, there was a knock on the door with a warrior stepping in to announce the presence of our said visitor and Akanther stood up immediately, I fo
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TW: rape Orian’s pov I didn't know how long I had been in here, minutes? Hours? I didn't know if the sun was still up or it was already retreating casting its pink glows across the sky, all I cared about is how I was in my sanctuary, alone, just me and the voices with no one else to experience what I was, the embarrassment that I was.As the voices argued trying to tell me if I was worth Amara or not, I looked at the features of my environment, marveling at my work and still being proud that I had my touch even though I haven't done this In a long time. I loved to call it my little world cause it was somewhat of an escape from reality.It was like a tent, a tent made of sheets, bed sheets. I had managed to get it together with pegs and old curtain poles just like I used to do when I was younger. I tied the ends of the bedsheets to the poles and clipped the loose openings with pegs leaving only the entrance open and then I laid pillows on the floor over the huge blanket I ha
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Orian’s povEverywhere ached when she unchained me, I was dripping with blood and was covered with bruises which were a result of my defiance anytime she went on and I resisted. She was definitely the worse in all I had experienced. I stood up quietly and put on my clothes, I could feel blood leak through the fabric as I struggled to stand on my feet."Come here tomorrow, same time." She rolled on the bed with satisfactory look on her face."No." I whimpered not wanting her to put me through all this again, "I can't please, every where aches ma'am.""Ah, you still think your consent matters?" she stood from the bed and I flinched away from her."I am sorry ma'am." I cowered from her twisting my fingers nervously, "I will be good, please don't hit me again."She hissed."Not a word of this to anyone, if you do, I will have your whole family killed and you will be blamed for that, do you want that?""No." a sob wracked through me and I shivered fighting my tears back."Now now, stop c
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Orian’s pov"Orian, it's okay." Soft hands cradled my face as they forced me to look at her, "Orian, she's not here, they are not here." she tried to calm me as I struggled to get back in touch with reality and I noticed that Amara was with me in my little world, "I am sorry I had to come in, you were screaming and I just had to."I bowed my head in shame knowing she witnessed me breaking down again and I moved to push out of the way to get out but she held me down."No, don't push me away again." She was stern as she held my gaze, "Let me-""I want to be alone.""Let me help you!" she half screamed stunning me with the pitch of her voice, "Running away won't solve it, neither will shutting me out." she continued, "I am here, for you, use it, use me. It's just me and you Orian, no one else, just us, no need to freak out and I am here for you.""Amara.""Shhh." She brought her finger to my lips silencing me, "I will run you a bath and you will get in, I will leave and give you privacy
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Orian’s povTW: Self harm, SA recall.Orian's pov It was dark and gloomy today, just as my mind was. The windows were closed hindering the illumination which could have given radiance to the room. The only source of illumination was being threatened as the light breeze blew through one of the cracks in the wall making the flame of the candle flicker with an intent to go off and my tear clouded eyes rested on the movement of the flame as I tried to calm myself down.My knees were drawn up to my chest while I sat on the cold bare floor naked as the day I was born. The chill coupled with the fear I was shrouded in caused my skin to take on a ghostly pale look revealing to any unfortunate onlooker that I was truly in a state of delirium.My arms were tightened around my drawn-up legs my back bent over and my chin resting on my knees. I carefully rocked myself with silent sobs absorbing the pain from the bleeding old wounds and the new ones I had inflicted upon myself a
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Orian's pov"Your majesty." A hand shook my shoulder with much force as the voice called out and I jerked raising my head to see Emery standing before me with a look of worry in her eyes, "Ah, I was worried when you weren't replying for a while...""Emery." I got up from the floor and brushed my hands on my pants, "Is Amara well? Is she alright?"She gave me a sad look and took in a deep sigh before taking the seat next to us. Her hands cradled her head as she looked like she was in deep thought, "You should never have brought her here, your majesty.""You think I do not know that ma?" I whispered sitting next to her expecting the worst with the emotions she relayed, "Please tell me my wife is well?"She turned her head looking at me with her eyes glossy with tears and I blinked keeping mine back bracing myself for what was to come, "It worked." As I heard those two words, relief that I had never known washed through me and I let out a great sigh Falling back agai
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Orian's pov There was an unwavering eerie feeling that settled within me the moment I entered Avalon, this hunch was something I could say emanated from the air of gloom settling above the kingdom ridding it of its light just as it had rid me of the glee I felt when I was on my way here.Something was wrong.I just knew it.And I had begun to imagine that the message Nexus had passed across about me returning home soon had very little thing to do with Amara and my family missing me and everything to do with a tragedy that I couldn't quite figure out what it could be. I didn't give much thought to it, I clutched onto my bag, and my other hand held another package that bore gifts for Amara.I couldn't go on a journey without picking up everything that I saw would fit her and as I walked my way towards the castle, I focused on the glee of my journey being successful and not on the in-depth feeling of dread settling in my belly. The journey had
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Amara's pov I remember everything.These words rang through my brain as I snapped my eyes open, willing myself to pull away from the terrifying nightmare that had me in its claws pining me away from reality.I lifted myself from the bed, sitting upright with my fingers holding at my throat as I tried to steady my breathing and I instantly noticed that I was alone.Orian wasn't beside me.I tried to call out his name but my voice felt hoarse and I was too weakened from the aftermath of the dream to muster the strength to call out for him knowing that he'd be around somewhere.I instinctively reached for the bottle of water by the bedside and grabbed at it, popping open the cover before turning it over and taking big terrifying gulps to soothe the thirst in my throat after that, I got to the strawberries, eating them greedily with my heart warming at how thoughtful Orian was to place them there for me and as I sat there eating, I remembered it all, my dream, my forgotten reality.
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Orian's povI had the loveliest of dreams.One in which Amara loved me and I let her love me.I didn't want to force my eyes open as I was enwrapped in the blissful reverie of the dream, the state in which I was presently was one of unattained bliss as the images of what had happened tainted my memories.I moved against the bed, my hand reaching out instinctively to draw the person next to me closer, and as bare skin met soft bare skin igniting a fire of remembrance against us, I noticed that I was naked, we were naked with what felt like a single blanket covering us up.I opened my eyes to look down so as I confirm what I felt and it was true.We were bare, entangled together within the sheets and the most beautiful and most noticeable contrast that I had ever seen came to play before my eyes. Amara's skin, so translucent and ever appealing was illuminated by the glow of the moonlight reminding me of why I had picked her nickname for her, lunny svet.moy malen'kiy
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Amara's pov Growing up, I had often wondered how my first kiss would be. My imagination ran wild at creating the perfect scenarios. Would it be when my partner and I were running in the rain and he would turn to sneak a quick one leaving me in pleasurable surprise or would it be at a park? Running in the fields gasping with exhaustion and he seals his lips to mine while laying me against the soft grass?All these scenarios filled my daydreams and even when I met Grump and confirmed we were soulmates, his face filled my dreams leaving me wondering what our first kiss would be like and when it would be.I have had many imaginations but nothing beats what was going on right now and nothing ever will. What transpired at the moment had fulfilled my fairy tale need for a perfect first kiss and it had me curling my toes with my eyes shut and my fingers gripping at the fabric of his coat when I wanted badly to slip them around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kis
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Orian's povDear Diary, I am 30 today.30 years of my miserable existence.What's the essence of birthdays if my mother always cursed the day I was born and the people around me perceived me as insufferable?I feel as gloomy as ever, it isn't any different from the rest as I am reminded of all the tragic incidents that happened after my 5th birthday which started with losing snow and I still blame myself no matter how much Amara tells me that it was never my fault.I wonder what will happen today? What tragic thing fate has in store for me. Would I finally die or I would lose the woman that I hold close to my heart?I didn't tell her that it was my birthday today.She would get excited not knowing how much I hated birthdays and then she would get disappointed when she found out that this was the unluckiest day in my life and I feared that she might be affected.I might understand why my mother cursed the day I was born frequently, even if Amara has told me a lot that none of it that
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Amara's pov There was happiness before me because of the festival but only terror filled my heart as I rubbed my fingers against my chest trying to be rid of the terrible feeling lodged in me which was caused by the nightmares I had recently.Orian's PTSD had gotten worse these days, after finding him on the day he had sneaked off claiming he was alright. He had frequent nightmares and flashbacks that had him ending up in terrible states which resulted in him shying away from me most of the time.I felt like a failure in these moments, At first mating with him hadn't improved his scars or health which he badly wanted gone. The curse was still somewhat effective and my doing my best in trying to help him in matters related to trauma hadn't done much.I reached my hand up to my neck, my fingers clutching at the necklace I wore now which was a gift from Penelope, Akanther's widow and just then, she just then she looked in my direction smiling at me and waving for
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Orian's pov A groan passed my lips as I bent over a seat to rest on it. My hand instinctively went to my face cradling my dressed wound which had begun to ache immediately after I sat.We had started the preparations for the festival and my gaze went to where Amara stood with the rest of the team as she discussed with them with her hands tucked in her pockets and her loose ponytail falling down her back. I didn't have the chance to fix it properly after our raunchy explorations in the library moments ago and just then she looked behind her, her green eyes meeting mine and cheeks reddening, no doubt she had remembered exactly the scenes I was replaying in my head with her back pressed against the shelves and legs hooked around my waist while I drove into her warm heat.I swallowed shaking my head and willing the thoughts away before I got a hard-on in public which would lead to me stealing her away again despite the ache in my wound and the many things we had to
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Amara’s pov"How did you meet Akanther?""At a club." He replied threading his fingers in mine, "I used to go there to clean the shoes of the men, they paid pretty well and he was impressed by me the first time I cleaned his. He got me food and was perplexed when I ran home with it instead of eating it right there as he saw I looked famished. I had to share it with my sister and she told me about how we shouldn't trust him thinking he could be like our parents.""She cared about you Orian. I am glad you both had each other during those times.""I never saw Akanther again after that year but I met him a few times before he traveled back and the next time I saw him again was when I turned thirteen and Imelda was sick then. I talked to him and he mentioned taking me along with him back to his kingdom because he had taken a liking to me, it was an offer I gladly accepted on the condition that I bring Imelda along and he agreed. We were to leave that same night and I got home quickly to ge
