The dining hall is filled to the brim with people, some I recognize, others I do not. Slumping in my seat next to Geoffrey, I await Gregory's announcement.
After Flavius went home, Gregory called for a late dinner meeting. For what, I am not sure. Gregory makes a grand entrance, coming in through the main doors, Evalene hanging off his arm. Her blond hair is done up in tight curls hanging mostly loose, a silver crown with glittering diamonds placed atop her head. Gregory is dressed in long golden robes, his long silver hair pulled back into a half ponytail, with a golden crown placed neatly on his head.
Everyone at the table stands to greet their king and queen. I am quick to follow, caugh
Flavius I wake up from a restless sleep, my body aching with drowsiness. My mind has been storming with questions since yesterday. Questions I'm not even sure I want to know the answer to. Since the moment Ellie walked into my life, things have been moving at lightning speed, and I'm not sure how to handle everything. Climbing out of bed, I get clothed, but instead of heading out to the lake where I've been meeting Ellie in the mornings, I decide to meet Neron at the shop early. It's not that I don't want to face her, I'm simply too overwhelmed with everything that's happened. I need some time to think. It was only but a little over a week ago that I was just a regular blac
Nora I wake up early with a jump in my step. Happy is too vague a word to describe the emotions I am feeling. At the prospect of seeing Flavius, my heart feels like it is going to rip from my chest. Maybe I am overly eager about being with him, but now that I know he is my mate, that he is mine, I cannot help but want to be closer. I crave to be near him, to know more about him. Grabbing some clothes, I stick them in a small bag as I jump out my room window,I faze a burst of violet fog expelling from my body, heading for the lake.
My jaw clenches with every word that leavesEvalene’smouth. She sits across from me with the dressmaker beside her, several fabrics splayed out in front of them, each a different shade of white. "I would say we should go with cream, but it clashes with your skin tone. We would not want you to look more washed out than you already do," Evalene says picking up the 'cream' colored fabric and tossing it to the side. "Then might I suggest we go with eggshell, your majesty?" Leo, the dressmaker, says, picking up another piece of fabric that looks exactly the same as the other one.
I leave the room,slamming the door behindme, and runningthrough the halls as fast as my feet will carry me. My feet slap violently against the floor,echoing loudly down the halls. My breath comes out in loud pants as my heart thumps uncontrollably. My bodycourseswith a mixture of happiness and anxiety. I weave through many maids and workers,nearly crashing into many of them in order to reach my destination. When I finally see Gregory's office,
Standing up, I go to the door opening it as quietly as possible. Peeking my head out, I look around and see no one. Good no one is out there I can go. I walk to the window, opening it up I jump out. The air pushes up around my body cooling my skin and relaxing my nerves. I land in a crouched position with a thump. Taking another look around to make sure no one isfollowing;I head to the garden. As I reach the garden, I take in a sharp breath at the sight before me. The moon is casting a brilliant silver glow over the dahlias and cornflowers. The light makes them burn like glowing flames of blue and yellow. A frigid chill runs up my body when a hand clasps my shoulder. My eyes
Flavius I wake up to the bird's song outside my window and the smell of fresh dew in the air. Sitting up,I stretch my aching muscles,gettingmyselfready to leave. Today I'm going to face Ellie, I will not hide again. I can only imagine how she must have felt when I didn't show yesterday morning. Leaving my house,I stare up and watch for a moment as the black of night begins to fa
Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction,I strip out of my clothes,stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body,I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have beensobusy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long.What if Gwen has go
He looks up at me horrified as I hold my bloodied hand over his face. He clamps his mouth shut turning his face away from me. "W-Wasn't it your blood that made me this way in the first place?I thought you weren't going to kill me. You lying bitch," he sneers outfearfully. I lock my fingers tightly into his roughly yanking his head back.How dare this lowly human speak to me in such a manner.
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.