Flavius
I lay in bed as the sun rises, an
opening 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,
Nora I watch Flavius closely as his glazed-over brown eyes stare off into the distance as if recalling something from a faraway time. Sorrow and happiness swirl around in his bright brown embers. Slowly,I pull my feet from where they are resting atop the table. Pushing myself forward,I rest my arm on the table placing my head in my hand. Ireach out,pokingFlavius on the forehead
I watch Flavius's retreating form for a moment, beforeturningaroundto facethe castle gates. The early morning sun hangs just barely above the horizon,causing me to sigh with relief. I normally leave the castle in the early morning,but I have never found myself sneaking back in. Stealthily,I slink my way through the castle halls only to turn a corner and find myself face
Two weeks have gone by sincewecame to the decision to turn down Gregory's offer. In order to avoid talking with Gregory, I have been busying myself with the wedding planning. I still find the time to meet with Flavius,though sometimes I cannot. My afternoons,per Soren's doing, are spent having tea with Geoffrey much to my dismay. The cool morning air caressesmy skin like a cold silk blanket. I stare out at the glimmering blue lake
Gwen approaches me with a wide grin plastering her face. She grabs a loose strand of my hair,twirling it around her finger. Instinctively,I yank my head away. "My,my. Look what you have become," Gwen taunts, wagging her pointer finger back and forth. Ignoring her words,I spit out, "What do you want?"
I havebeen locked in this cell for so long I do not even know how many more days until the wedding. The only thing keeping me going is my anger. I have been betrayed by everyone who I thought loved me. My heart is filled with profound darkness, the kind of darkness found in a deep, bottomless chasm. The lack of light down here that had once bothered me so much is now normal. My world is now etched in charcoal, the vibrant hues of the outdoors feel like a distant dream. The poison coursing through my veins pushes me to the edge of insanity. I fear that without my smoldering anger I would lose myself in the darkness of my mind. My anger is warm and encompassing pushing away my deep loneliness. So,I focus on my anger, holdin
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.