Adhler's Point of View “No!” I shouted and ran to her. No. No. NO! This can’t happen. Open your eyes. Open your eyes for me, Samarah. “Yulo… call Yulo right now— you’re here… help her. Help her, Yulo,” I begged. I never thought I would do something like this. I never thought I’d beg this man. He looked at me and then touched Samarah’s face to close Samarah’s reyes… “I am no god, Adhler… I can help her get better… but I can’t bring her back to life—” “No! Do something! She can’t die! Not when… not when she thought I… no!” I cried. I should have not asked her those questions. There were people who were watching us and I had no choice but to ask her that or they would have killed her in an instant. No. No. I hugged her body and shouted. I shouted my heart out… Do I even have a heart? Do I have the means to even hug her right now? This is all my fault. I should have not left her. I should have stayed by her side… I should have— I should have never forced myself into her life
I stared at the blue and clear sky as it radiated light that I have never adored so much until today. I feel warm though my body is soaked wet at the endless lake that I am in. Where am I? Have I died? What happened to my son? Did he meet his father? Did they finally unite? I want to see him… I want to hug him… I want to live a life where I could watch him grow up and run around and do things that he wants. But how? How could I do that? The Queen has died… and they still blame me— he still blames me. Julian may believe me, but the King was not listening to her. He wasn’t listening to anyone now. “You should go back…” “Why? They don’t want me there… they want me gone… Why should I go back? Why must I go back to that place?” “Your son is waiting for you… and he’s waiting for you,” I looked at her. She had been with me before I had given birth to my son… and to my daughter who passed right after I held her. “But no one believes me,” “He believes in you… and he is waiting for
I stand in front of the room we used to meet up in. The cool shade of blue that made it different from the other doors in this hotel. How odd that I never asked him why he painted this door blue when it stands out more by doing so. The knob touches flat cold on my palm as I twist to enter. I sniff the rustic smell as it settles in my nostrils. It is a little fainter than the first time I went here. "Are you sure you're leaving?" "Do I have a choice?" Her red eyes sparkle as they stare at me with agony. I know she will be the one who will take the crowd when they start questioning my absence. She's my closest cousin, after all. But I appreciate that she did not stop me when I told her my plans. I needed this. I needed to escape from this hell if I wanted to save myself from the hell hole that night brought me. Louise holds my hand and rubs it on her cheek. "Did he really not listen to you? How could he—" "It was a mistake from the start, Louise," I smiled at her. It is true. I
Imperial Year 453 “What do you mean I need to attend the banquet?” Charlene, the youngest daughter of Duke Alphonse, exclaimed in a fury in the middle of their family dinner. It had been years since she last attended one— Charlene withdrew from social gatherings after that incident. “Watch your tone, young lady,” Adolphus, Charlene’s eldest brother, calmly said in a warning tone. His eyes land on Charlene, who’s still rebelling against the decision of her father. “Did you even consider my feelings at all?” she cried. Charlotte, her mother, looked away as she could not bear to see the situation of Charlene. Duke Alphonse, however, hardened his heart this time around. He had been letting her youngest roam free, but the presence of their whole family was personally requested by His Majesty— the ruler of the werewolf kingdom, Lightcrest. Though Alphonse wanted to refute the king’s command, the domination of the king overwhelmed him. “You just need to let the King see you, and you’re
“You should have told me you were coming home! How could you betray me, Louise!” Charlene hugs her tight. Louise laughs at her as she taps her shoulder. “There, there, my crybaby little cousin. Get back to your seat. Can’t you see how cramped the carriage is?” Louise chuckles as Charlene sits back. Louise and Charlene are on their way to the King’s banquet. Charlene tried her best to avoid attending the event, but she did not win against her father. Upon hearing Louise’s presence, Charlene had no choice but to follow. After all, Louise is one of the reasons she goes out of the mansion. “We’re here, Lady Charlene,” a knock from outside disturbed her rants. Charlene breathes in and opens her eyes. She looks out and bites her lip. “Can I go home?” “After you greet the King,” Louise caressed her cheeks and pulled her out of the carriage. A couple of pairs of eyes set their place on the two young ladies who had just arrived. Some are admiration, while some are discontent. ‘The unl
“And Charlene?” The duke asked his personal aide, Camon, but the latter only shook his head. Duke Alphonse puts down his fountain pen and stares at the moon. It is another cold night in the country, winter truly is on its way, and monster subjugation should be in a week from now — but all this could be the very least of his concern.“How could the goddess be so cruel to my child, Camon?” Duke Alphonse looked at the moon with worry and sadness as he recalled how the reports about Charlene’s stay in the academy went on.After hearing the situation from his second son, Harry, he immediately had Camon investigate the whole situation. Charlene is getting bullied not just by the werewolves but even by the other races that she comes in contact with. There was no reason for them to bully her, she’s one of the noblest bloodlines in the Lightcrest Kingdom, but the academy doesn’t really take that into account.All that matters is ability and strength. Though Charlene is exceptional when it co
The heir of the county seemed irritated with what Charlene called him. He shifted his weight and saw the son of their Beta, Weiss Heran, that is walking by the entrance. Diatrus Kembal knew something was going on between Weiss and Charlene since last semester. People are even whispering about the possible agreement between Charlene’s and Weiss’s families. ‘This is your fault for insulting me, Charlene,’ “Hah! Big word for someone weaker than a werewolf commoner… oh wait, you’re even weaker than a human, isn’t that right?” DIatrus made sure that his voice was loud enough for Weiss to take notice of them. He glanced at the man and smirked when he saw Weiss walking in their direction. Charlene stays silent, though. She looks at him in silence. Diatrus felt proud as it seemed he hit a sore spot in Charlene’s. “What? Cat got your tongue, pussy?” People around them laughed with Diatrus, but what followed was running students— hiding students when Weiss held Charlene’s shoulder. “You
"Charlene," the woman froze when the cold voice pierced her being. She stood straight in the hallway, refusing to look back. "Now, you're not even exchanging greetings with me? What is your problem?" "Problem? I have nothing of the sort, Weiss," Charlene looked at him. His forest green eyes are staring into her. Trying to dig up what's buried within her. Charlene looked away. Weiss walked to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. He leaned towards Charlene and whispered. "Meet me under the Goddess's grace," he said and marched away. The Goddess's grace… Charlene could not remember the last time they used the code they had made up when they were little. Charlene stared at his back, reminiscing how small it used to be. Charlene looked away and was surprised by the pair of eyes staring at her. It's cold yet alive. It feels like the cold breeze along the shore on a night walk. It wasn't harsh but comforting. "Care to tell me why I am having the privilege of your attention, Your Hig