After a few short hours of sword and combat training with Soren, I decide to head outside and visit my brother's tomb. As I am walking through the halls, I spot Sixten up ahead of me. I walk faster in order to catch up with him.
"Where are you going?" I ask when I'm within earshot.
He turns around to face me with a smile, "Greetings to you too,
princess, I am on my way to go pay respect to your dead. I heard the chieftain’s son pMy heart clenches in pain thinking back to how I was used by Sixten. I will never allow myself to be used like that again. Looking up at Flavius, I give a weak smile. "I met Sixten, my first love, eight years ago,shortly after Fafnir died,” I begin to tell. Flavius stares down at me thoughtfully, urging me to continue. "He came to my horde to conduct business with my father. When I met him, he was charming, graceful, an
I move my chess piece once again knocking out Gregory’s king, winning the game. “So how has the wedding planning been going so far?” Gregory asks while clearing the chess board. “Honestly, working with your wife is even less manageable than I thought it would be. Why does planning a wedding have to be so hard?” I whine leaning back into my chair. Sitting up, I look at Gregory closely, “How have things been on your end?” I ask. “I ha
I awakethe next morning cuddled into my soft white sheets. I am first aware of the soft fading moonlight casting a silver glow in my room. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my body. Sitting up,I drag my feet off of the bed and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. Pulling myself off the bed,I brush my hair and clothe myself and just like yesterday, I decide to walk to the lake instead of fly. Leaving the castle, I head into the woods that I have come to love so much. The woods surrounding the city remind
Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. I stepin,Soren and Daniel following closely behind. I close the door after everyone is inside.It clicks slightly as I do.Slowly,I turn to face Gregory,mypulse quickening. Looking into Gregory's deep brown eyes, I gulp, trying to keep my heart from leaping out my throat. I approach his desk slowly on trembling legs. "I have discover
Flavius I lay in bed as the sun rises, anopening to the third day I haven’t seen Ellie. For the past three days, I've been hard at work training with Soren, eagerly waiting for Ellie to quickly finish her work at the castle. Three days ago, Ellie came to me telling me how she was going to discuss something important with the king, and I haven't seen her since. Soren told me the day after that, she was rushing the wedding planning in order to get a day off. Last I spoke with Ellie,
Nora I jump up from the chair,practically sprinting towards Flavius and Gregory. I hadn't expected their union to be flowers and rainbows, but I never expected Flavius to hit the king. I reach them just as Flavius is pulling Gregory from the floor by the collar of his shirt. In my moment of panic, I shove Flavius away from Gregory. Without realizing, I push Flavius a little too hard,sending him across the room. He falls back,
Flavius Ellie leans back in her seat,propping her feet up on the table.Shelooks at me,her violeteyesburning with questions. "You know Flavius, you have never told me what it was like when you were young and living with your mother. What kind of person was she, your mother?" She asks tentatively. "Though the t
I sit quietly at the foot ofmother'sbed, as all the people that were once gathered around her begin to leave. When they are all gone,I watch as she slowly sits up giving me a soft smile. "Mother, tellme they were lying! Tell me you're not going to die!" I shout between sobs. Without saying a word,she pulls me into her arms her hazel eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry,
Flavius and I spent the rest of the day in the war room discussing our next moves for the war with Soren and Dovydas. With evening upon us, everyone leaves to get ready for the ceremony. I stand outside the temple doors with Flavius by my side. I brush my hands over my arms as I shiver from a chill that runs through my body. The doors to the temple open, and Sunniva calls us in. Flavius and I slowly walk into the room, our bodies exposed to all of the hordes. We head to the front of the room and face each other, with Sunniva standing near us. The room is dimly lit, the candles casting a golden hue across Flavius’s skin.
Flavius slowly opens his eyes from my soft touches. When his warm brown eyes meet my own, I cannot help the soft look that brushes across my features. Placing my hands on his cheeks I lean in giving a fleeting kiss. "Good morning," I whisper angelically. "Goodmornin," he replies, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Ishudderat the sparks that spread across my face. Stretching my body out I throw the blankets off of us, then I proceed to climb out of bed and change. Flavius does the same. When we are clothed, I lead Flavius through the mountain into t
Flavius follows behind me, "Don't you think you were a little harsh?" Flavius had such a wonderful mother he could not possibly understand the resentment I hold towards my own. “My mother blamed me for Fafnir's death. She has never been a real mother to me. I could care less what happens to her. The last thing I need is people like her weighing me down," I respond heatedly. If my mother had not lived such a cowardly life then I never would have suffered as I have. I used to think that upon the deaths of my parents I would be sorrowful but instead I find a dee
Trygg pulls his own blade from under his robes rushing towards me. I meet him halfway my sword heavy in hand. Trygg dips and weaves narrowly missing the slash of my sword. My blade scrapes the stone ground causing sparks to flare. He whips behind me hitting me on the back. I stumble forwardmy sword clattering to the ground. When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance tostrike,I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state.
The light peering in through the cave entrance stirs me awake. I feel my eyes open, lifting my head from Flavius's chest I look up meeting his gaze. He smiles at me softly. “Mornin,” he murmursgruffly. “Good morning.” Removing my arms from his waist, I grab his hand, and begin to pull him from the bed. "Come now; we must meet my f
We stand at the edge of the forest to say our goodbyes. The midday heat caresses my skin like a warm blanket. I turn towards those gathered here,pulling an unsuspecting Daniel into a firm hug. The tips of his now untamed mane tickle my face. "I am going to miss you," I mumble against him. Daniels's body is rigid against mine, but he finally loosens up,hugging me back.
The dawning sun blooms on the horizon, shining like a golden Phoenix fresh from the ashes of rebirth. On a day such as this, one would expect the heavens to be weeping. But instead, the morning is full of serene silence. The world sits so still even the wind is not singing. Just as Flavius and I finish getting dressed, there is a light knock on my chamber door. "It is time, your highness," I hear amaidsay from outside. Flavius and I leave my chambers in silence. The still castle sits around us like a heavy iron bird cage. We walk to the throne
Everyone is solemn and quiet as we filter out of the throne room. The events of the wedding are a clouded haze in my mind, leaving me riddled with anxiety. I am so entrapped by my thoughts that I do not even realize that we have made it to my chambers until I hear the door creaking open. I look to see the room they have taken me to is the one that I was placed in when I first arrived in the capital. Flavius is the only one the enters the room with me; I briefly see Soren leaving as the door is being closed. "I apologize," I mumble, "I do not know what came over me. I was just so angry."
Panic pierces my heart at the suddenhigh-pitchedsound of Evalene’s scream filtering through the commotion of the room. I whip around to see Gwen hovering over Gregory. Panic controlling my actions, I rush over to them. With one hand, I shove Gwen sending her sliding across the stone floor. I look down at Gregory to see a dagger shoved deep into his chest. "Oh, gods.... oh gods!" I cry out, tears pricking my eyes. This cannot be happening. Gregory looks up at me,giving a weak smile. I desperately place my hands around the knife to try and stop the bleeding.