They strolled along passing by more stalls and even a puppet show before the sound of a rather rhythmic song getting louder caught Layana’s attention along with another food stall. “I want to try those fritters,” she said pointing to another stall, after all, she did not have dinner and with all the commotion she had forgotten to eat. “I really don’t think you should eat anymore,” Declan said, earning a frown as she stood there, hands on hips “My reason is because your stomach is not used to such heavy or spicy food princess nothing more, no matter what size you are or become I would still love you,” “Oh…” she said blushing that she had misunderstood him, then waved him off “Doesn't matter I have a very strong stomach, do you not know, I rarely get ill, and I can eat like a pig and a horse put together,” He chuckled lightly, placing a hand on her stomach, “Ok Angel, as long as you don’t get ill,” he said not able to say no, he hadn't seen this side to her before and he enjoyed it.
Layana awoke to someone calling her, the sun was high in the sky, shining through the sheer curtains that hung from the canopy of her bed. “My lady are you not well?” A concerned Rina said bending over the bed, Layana’s eyes widened remembering everything of the night before, “I'm fine just tired…” she said a blush gracing her cheeks, Rina bowed her head “I have run you a bath your highness, your father wishes to see you after lunch,” she said, Layana nodded, as Rina’s gaze fell to the marks on Layana’s creamy neck, her eyes widened as she looked back at her mistress in shock, before lowering her eyes. “What is it?” Layana asked “N-nothing my lady,” she said bowing deeply, as she hurried off “I will go set out your clothing…” Layana got out of bed, it was around 11 am deciding to visit Cordelia after she was dressed. Getting out of bed, she stretched, a small smile playing on her lips as she reminisced on the magical night she would not forget. Raising her hand and looking at t
Declan had barely slept, having returned just before sunrise, and kissing his love a final time before he departed through the secret passageway, something that had indeed become very ideal, he had taken her out of the palace through them, and it was the perfect way for Layana to travel through the palace undetected if she wanted to. He had been awoken by Aren who was surprised that he was even asleep, as usually, he trained the princess at this time. He announced that there was a meeting in the king’s office shortly. He was now standing in the king’s office with Aren, his grandfather Jasper and the five mages, trying not to yawn, outlining a plan to see if Zephyr was indeed possessed or not. The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my
“Take a seat the both of you,” Evaan said looking at the two who stood before him, noting Layana’s dirt-covered skirt, and her red eyes. Declan too watched her, concern flitting across his face. She had not even looked at him from the moment she had entered, although he had left an hour earlier to release his pent-up anger he was now much calmer and had been looking forward to seeing her. Layana sat down and Declan remained standing once again disobeying the king who simply frowned at the arrogant young man who was soon to become his son in-law . He was almost used to his disrespectful attitude. Almost. Declan looked at her hand, seeing the ring was missing, her hand balled into a fist, he frowned wondering why she took it off, her father had an inkling about them anyway… he could not ponder for any longer as the king sighed. “Since you both have made up your minds I will not stand in your way, I am in fact in approval of this match, we will announce your engagement two nights from
Declan waited in the shadows of the courtyard, it was in the evening after dinner, and Aren was meant to come this way with Zephyr. Despite his mind being riddled with what had occurred earlier. He ran his fingers through his hair, something that he had done countless times throughout the day. He knew the reason behind her apparent change of heart. One thing Layana was not good at was she was not able to lie or hide her emotions and he knew as she spoke those words it hurt her just as much as it had hurt him. He could not stand her sister, and he would never forgive her for ruining things between them. He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching and the sound of laughter. Raising an eyebrow as Aren and Zephyr came into view both holding glasses of wine. “Life isn't really so easily predicted though,” Aren chuckled making conversation, playing his part well. Declan frowned; this plan was not foolproof. But it was their best shot, he still did not think it
Layana’s eyes flew open to the sound of multiple bells ringing. Echoing through the palace and the courtyards, vibrating off the walls, loud enough that the entire city could hear. Her heart thumped loudly as fear spread through her body like poison. She clutched her head closing her eyes as she tried to regain her calm. This was a sound she had heard when she was a three-year-old child, one that was accompanied by traumatic memories, pain and fear. It is not often that we remember the memories of childhood, but the sound of the foreboding warning bells was imprinted deep in her mind. War. War was upon them. Pushing off her silken sheets she rushed from her bed to the balcony, pushing open the door she rushed to the edge of her balcony looking out. What had happened? Everything seemed quieter, although it looked the same, she scanned the area, straining her eyes to see, feeling the familiar prickle in her eyes and then everything became a hundred times sharper. With her now glowing
The Four princesses stood in Myra’s private drawing-room, for the queen to summon them it surely meant it was something important. Terania’s face was pale with the reality of war upon them knowing what this could mean for her future. “Be seated,” Myra’s haughty voice came as she strode gracefully into the room, her chin raised, dressed in a deep green dress. “Is something the matter mother?” Terania asked, the queen turned her gaze to her daughter, disapproval clear on her face “We are at war, is that not enough?” she asked her voice so cold it sent a shiver down the princess’s spines. “Forgive me, mother,” Terania replied with a bow “You are to become queen someday. Only the Gods know how soon that may be, step away from your childish behaviour Terania,” she hissed venomously. The princesses had never seen the Queen so angry at her own daughter before. None spoke waiting for the queen to continue, taking a deep breath to calm her emotions Myra turned her gaze to Terania once mo
“Layana… listen to me,” the king said hoarsely, his mind still reeling with the sheer extent of her abilities, not only could she delve into memories, but she could also visit any part of the past if she so desired. “No. You listen to me,” she said her soft voice icy as she tried to contain her anger. “I am king Layana, do not forget that,” he warned her gripping his desk. “You failed as a king when you condemned an entire Clan to its end! You failed as a father when you still wanted me to marry Declan, someone you have betrayed! You are nothing but a tyrant!” Layana shouted, her voice breaking “Layana! know your place! I have shown you leniency! Despite what you possess I have only tried to protect you! Declan can protect you, he loves you,” the king snapped his anger flaring “He would never love me when he learns the truth! A truth I shall tell him!” she hissed, “Layana if you dare…” “What will you do?! Sentence me to death too? go ahead, perhaps when you lose one of your own
FIVE YEARS LATER…. “Aryan!” a woman's voice came, a child's laughter echoed in the halls of the palace. The boy who was not even five yet giggled as he hurried out through the open doors, past the guards who looked startled to see the young prince rushing through the halls. “Your majesty,” they said bowing to the young woman who was running after the prince. “The crown prince…” “Yes…” Layana said shaking her head, none of the guards could approach him without him zapping them with lightning. Like his father, he had inherited the bloodline of House Storm. “Aryan,” Layana said again her own eyes flashing as she stepped into the front courtyard, her pale pink dress billowing softly in the wind. The little boy froze from where he had been trying to escape, sensing his mother’s eyes on him. “I did not hear you calling me mother,” he said his large grey eyes looking innocent, an innocence Layana knew was not real, his dark brown hair fell in his eyes. “I am sure you didn’t,” Layana sai
A month had passed since then, winter had arrived and life in Ehlesaar was returning to normal. Layana and Declan had chosen their council together consisting of 20 men and a few women. A mix of nobles, mages and even a bloodline user, Layla. The palace had been rebuilt and the dragons were a common spectacle flying around above the palace. Layana had visited Halian and Rina’s families personally apologising for their loss and promising to take care of their families and always be there for them. Halian’s wife had not held her accountable and told her, he had died doing his duty. It still hurt remembering all those they had lost, but with time it was becoming easier to handle. Layana had made changes in certain laws and they had been approved by the council. She knew with the power she and Declan held, they were the strongest around and no one would defy them. But she wanted to rule with a fair reign, although perhaps in the future she knew their neighbours may begin to feel unrest w
“We wish for Her royal majesty Layana of Ehlesaar to be our Queen but with a condition,” Gabriel said with a small smile on his face, it was a rare sight and Layana almost stared in shock, yet the weight of his words kept her serious and focused. “What is the condition?” she asked, Declan frowned he didn’t really agree with her letting the people decide on whether she should be queen or not. Yet he knew how the people loved her and knew she would be chosen. “The condition is for our supreme commander to rule by your side as King,” Elian said smiling at his student. Declan raised an eyebrow despite feeling shocked at that. He kept it hidden, did they really want him to be king? Layana smiled, “That would be a given,” she said looking up at Declan, feeling proud, from being a man who was hated and looked down on, he was being chosen as king, not even settling for prince consort. “Then, to our new king and queen!” Gabriel said, everyone, stood and bowed to the couple “Long live her m
Five days had passed and most bodies were accounted for, however, those who had fought for The Dark Lord had not been identified within the charred bodies of Orcs, Dagorath’s and other beasts of darkness. Therefore many families had been told their loved one was unaccounted for, although they sided The Dark Lord, it was partially by the influence of darkness more than their own will that only bought the evillest part of a human to their forefront. Funerals had taken place and three days of mourning had taken place for the kingdom to honour their fallen soldiers and knights. To remember those innocent victims of a war that had riddled the kingdom. Today was the day Layana would address the high-rank nobles and after this, if all the powerhouses of the kingdom approved of her rule, she would take up the role. The sun shone through the windows of Layana’s bedroom and her eyes fluttered open when the light hit her eyes. She smiled softly at the rays of coloured light that sent pretty pat
From far behind them, Kayden’s eyes widened in shock as he watched them fearing what may come upon them. Layana rushed to Declan, his eyes were closed a deep frown on his forehead. “Fight it!” she said cupping his face, her hands were shaking from fear, not even wanting to think about what could happen, the darkness grew, its putrid stench of evil and death filled the air, weighing down and cutting off the very air one needed to breathe. Layana staggered back as she heard the manic laugh of The Dark Lord. Layana stood up she needed to reach him! This couldn't be it; this was not the end- she refused to believe it! She fought against the blasts of power that were rolling off Declan as The Dark Lord tried to take over, she had seen something similar happen to Declan’s father in the vision. But he had allowed it, to sacrifice himself for his kingdom, but Declan would fight for the kingdom, for her and for their baby. She shielded her face as she pushed forward using a shield around he
The Dark Lord looked at them coldly “I have lived far longer than any of you, what do you think? That you can defeat me, you are simply exactly where I wanted.” He hissed. “Think what you want but you will die by my hand,” Layana said softly her eyes blazing as she readied to fight, Declan raised his hand “Layana… let me handle him until he’s within an inch of his life,” he said coldly, Layana frowned sensing the anger that was radiating off him, something had happened… “Declan…” “I can handle the scumbag,” Declan said his eyes crackling as he raised his hand drawing his sword that now sizzled with electricity. He rushed forward not even waiting for Layana as he struck out at The Dark Lord, “Come, let the anger take over, how did his death feel?” he hissed, Layana wondered who he meant as Declan rushed forth, running with ease despite the rubble of the destroyed palace littering the ground. “Don’t you dare even talk about him!” Declan shouted coldly, sending a bolt of lightning
“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power. Layla looked up at the sky seeing Layana facing off against The Dark Lord himself, where were the others who were needed for this plan? The plan was to isolate and trap him. She just hoped everything went smoothly as she used her own power killing orc after orc. Suddenly the darkness seemed to grow, the ground erupted beneath them and she tumbled back, their army looked ahead seeing the riders of The Dark Lord now coming to the forefront as the strong darkness that rolled off them only grew. Beasts of all shapes and sizes jumped out from the cracked earth attacking anything in their wake… Declan motioned for them to fall back, letting the mages and bloodline users now step to the forefront. Magic and power were
“When will my coronation take place,” Cordelia asked Myra who was standing on the highest balcony at the front of the palace seeming to be looking far off into the distance. Cordelia had felt her anger over the last two days, ever since Aurelia and the Fire Mage had escaped. It was a move they hadn't anticipated, but the fire mage turned out to be smarter than they had predicted. The Dark Lord now wished he had killed the man when he had the chance. “In time, they are coming.” Myra said quietly “How do you know that? you said I will be queen, I demand to sit on my throne,” Cordelia said. Myra turned her eyes flashing dangerously, Cordelia felt her blood run cold seeing the red glowing embers that now looked back at her from Myra’s beautiful face. “I know a lot, daughter of Ehlesaar… if you ever wish to see that throne, I would be very careful with how I speak,” she hissed the darkness emanating around her. Cordelia’s heart thumped, so this was the truth… The Dark Lord was within Myr
They had set out early the following day, moving faster, Kaloran had called to the animals around and they had been able to retrieve some horses. Although Layana knew Declan had hoped to find Pedro so far it seemed that it was a futile wish, they were long past the point they had left him. However not once did Declan mention it. He now rode upon Drakayaan, a dragon that refused to let anyone else take control of him apart from Layana and Declan. Something that had made Aren pout like a child, Layla and Marilda rode behind her on Dragina. “Slow down…” Declan called motioning to Layana, they had been flying for a while, slightly ahead of the rest scouting out the area.“I sense it too,” Layla said, the smell of smoke, burning flesh and the putrid smell of something rotten. It took Layana a second longer to catch the smell that made her stomach churn. She looked at Declan who motioned her for to say up in the air, whilst he went lower his eyes scanning the ground spread below them. He f