Ira's Pov"If I were as perfect as a daydream,Would you love me alone?Because I know men's hearts,They're always on a hunt for something new.So if I were a flawless queen,If I had a voice like summer rain,Would I be enough for you all days?If I had all the good virtues,Would your loyalty last for eternity?"I practice the song in a low tone as the carriage with a dozen more singers nears the great palace of our kingdom, Lordland. The sight of the imposing castle steals my breath. It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Aitan, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful t
Ira's PovI wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. We were brought to rest in the servant quarters just like the proud official of the angel kings promised, but the place isn't bad at all, not for poor commoners like me at least. The beds are soft and the covers clean, too bad I cannot stop thinking about my missing father and actually fall asleep. I am not tired enough to overcome mt endless fears. So I step out of the bed. Everyone around me is sound asleep. I quietly make my way towards one of the wide windows. I draw the blue curtain just a little to stare at the night sky. But something else catches my eye. A stunning figure of a tall angel with long, braided hair and his massive, golden wings spread out, stands on one of the colourful flower gardens outside the main palace. What a sight to wake up to. I marvel at his beautiful face while his eyes gaze up at the night sky. His body is muscular and his skin smooth as silk. His square jaws look like they were cut
Angel Ronen's Pov"Cold air couldn't calm your nerves? What was bothering your sensitive soul this time?" Tiras asks as I walk back into our imperial chambers. He is the only other person awake at this hour as Aitan is deep asleep by his side. I have always had a strong sixth sense, which means I get an awful gut feeling when something is happening and we are unaware of it. Sometimes it's awful enough to wake me up in the middle of the night. But this time I found the cause of my discomfort, and it's beyond appalling. "I just met our mate outside. She is the worst form of shame that has ever befallen us," I inform in a sad tone. "What?!" Aitan exclaims despite having pretended to be deeply asleep. "You heard me. She is not just a useless commoner but a weak human as well," I tell. "That's ridiculous. It was probably a bad dream. How can a human commoner have gotten inside the walls of our palace?" Aitan says dismissively. "She is one of the singers that came to compete for the c
Ira's PovWe have nothing alike. And apart from their beauty there is nothing else they possess I would like. They have infinite wealth, acquired from the taxes and tributes of their countless subjects and close allies. But I value a person's character more than gold and silver. "We had hoped for a beautiful, royal and useful mate. You're a wretch compared to the princess we desired," the angel in leather coat fumes.Why can't they just reject me? They are monsters compared to the kind of man I would want."I had hoped for a kind, sweet and wise mate. I share your disappointment, your majesty. So let's not waste more time on useless ravings when we could have gotten rid of the unwanted bond. I will gladly welcome your rejection," I reply.Everyone in the room gapes in shock while my beautiful mates seem extremely infuriated. They must have thought I would beg them to accept me. Or is it that no one has ever made them feel like they are not perfect in every way?"Do not dare pretend
Ira's PovI had thought I died. That blow made my brains dance in my head. But since I am thinking and breathing I am assuming I survived. How did I get so unlucky? First I lose my mother, my father goes missing and now I get mated to three monsters that abuse me. Even a beggar would think twice if they were offered my life. I crack my eyes open and it happens that I am in a room. Not an exquisite one of course. But I am laying on a slim bed and there is a wooden table at the corner, a few bottles of herbs set on it. Someone clears their throat and I notice there is a man standing at the farthest corner. "I will let the kings know that you're awake," he says and immediately makes his way out. I want more explanation. Was he my doctor? One side of my head still hurts and is probably very swollen. I would appreciate something to ease the pain at least. I wonder how long I have been unconscious. I close my eyes again briefly only to get startled by the sound of the door busting open
Ira's PovI stand and walk to the only window the room has after hearing shouts outside. Why does it sound like there is a celebration already? My breath catches the dazzling sight of Princess Andria's arrival. Her exquisite escort extends for almost half a mile. Her golden carriage and polished armours of her guards shimmers brightly under the light of the afternoon sun. To add extra pomp to her already glorious arrival, a gigantic dragon flies above her entourage like a formidable guard and descends down gently when the Princess's carriage halts outside of the main palace.Tons of people have stepped outside to watch her grand arrival, all the three angel kings and their assistant included. One of the visiting guards opens the carriage door and holds the princess's hand as she steps out. She is as beautiful as the rumours claimed. And her dress looks like it was made by a dozen genius tailors. The soft, silk fabric outlines the curves of her body perfectly. The angel kings appear
Ira's PovI watch through the window for several hours as thousands of guests arrive into the palace grounds, all dressed in their finest attires and bearing gifts for the angel kings. The celebration will be extraordinary indeed. But only Royals from other kingdoms, close allies of the angel kings and their extremely wealthy friends will be allowed into the banquet hall where the most scrumptious foods will served and the most impressive performances made.I wonder if I am on the list of today's entertainers. I never got summoned by the angel kings to surrender our mate bond to the stunning Princess. She might have felt disgusted by the thought of getting a mate bond from a human with no royal blood. So I am unsure if the angel kings will still let me perform when they are not gaining in return. My face is no longer in pain so I am assuming that the swelling is gone too. I am a human so even swells take longer to heal. I must still be looking ugly.Another hour passes before the roo
Ira's POVThe dragons are wreaking havoc throughout the palace and not even the powers of the angel Kings seem capable of stopping them. Angel Tiras can create bolts of lightening like the skies does. Yet such a great power seems ineffective against the formidable skins of the dragons. Angel Ronen can create massive flames of fire like burning fuel, but it's useless against the dragons whose skins do not burn. Angel Adon has the power to create perfect illusions that seem to confuse the dragons. But the gigantic creatures are flying fast, making it impossible for him to fool them all. "Please help us!" A pair of female servants beg Princess Andria in fear. "I am sorry there is . . . nothing I can do against too many of-" she stammers in a terrified voice then runs for her life in her heels as one of the dragons dive down towards us. The assistant of the angel kings rushes forward with his sword to protect us, like the brave fool can fight a dragon. I do not like him, but he is t
Angel Tiras's PovWe watch from from one of the palace's high balconies as our future queen feeds a group of human beggars outside of our palace gates with breads she baked herself. Strangers halt to watch her and her servants with administration. She is succeeding in becoming a reputable queen even before our marriage. "She is even more virtuous than our dead mother. Her inner beauty is a treasure more precious than gold," Ronen says proudly.Adon doesn't look as impressed as he faces away. Surely her face cannot be as bad as he claimed it is. I am honestly skeptical of her behavior as it appears too good to be true. What other royals spend hours baking with their own hands just to feed beggars? She may be kind, but they s act was meant for our eyes. I must however keep my doubts to myself as I do not wish to make my brothers regard her with less admiration than they already do.I notice Lior walking towards the front entrance of the palace from the training grounds. It's strange t
Angel Ronan's PovPrincess Andria sits stiffly between me and Tiras and barely appears interested in the delicious foods in front of her. She has worn her makeup. But I can trace lines of what looks like scars underneath her layers of makeup. She wears it like a pretty mask, so thick that it is extremely hard even for our eyes to guess what her real face looks like.I hope she can keep it hidden forever, because that we can love her honestly and not just because of her gift. "You can relax. We loved you not just because of your beauty but your kindness and talent as well. You're still a thousand times more worthy of our love than our mate was," Tiras comforts and she lets out a deep sigh of relief. Her graceful smile returns to her face. "I am glad you're so wise, your majesties. I have always desired a mate who would love me for more than just my beauty. I promise to be the best queen if you marry me," she says in a humble tone."We sent your father the tribute. Of course we will m
Angel Tiras's PovAdon sits in front of a mirror as three servants straighten his long hair, adding oils that make it shiner as it falls on his shoulders. He has an obsession with beauty and it can be annoying at times. Especially when he gets a group of servants to style his hair and several more to prepare his herbal bath while their more vital tasks wait."Did you really have to change your hairstyle for the fourth time this week?" I question.I notice a smirk on his reflection as he gazes into the mirror. "It puzzles me how you of all people is yet to notice that beauty can be a key to garnering loyalty. You only believe in wisdom while Ronen trusts in his charm. But you both forget that none of those attributes are written on your foreheads. Strangers see faces first, so I have to look good for us all. I do not expect your thanks," he answers. I am not surprised by his lame defence. Beauty may dazzle strangers, but only those that know your character can grant you genuine loya
Ira's PovDid I survive the beating? I think I can feel my heart beating which wouldn't happen if I were dead. I also can hear voices. "It's a weak creature, the wounds will definitely take time to heal," I hear an unfamiliar female voice say. "Why would you surrender your earnings to save an envious human anyway?" "She is not an ordinary human," the familiar voice of the assistant of the angel kings answers and the person scoffs.He is the only reason I am alive. He literally demanded to have his life taken in place of mine. Perhaps if I keep my eyes closed long enough, I might find out the dumb reason why he saved me. "You could have asked the angel kings for help in saving our pack from Vandor's slavery. They would have lend you half of their army as a reward for your loyalty and impeccable service. But you chose to save this thing instead," the female voice berates. I would be disappointed in his choices as well if I were in her. Who would have thought that the respected assi
Ira's PovI lay down on the bed to finally get a rest from this unpleasant day only for the door to burst open again, with unnecessary force this time. A group of furious soldiers rush in and I sit up. "There it is! Drag it out!" the one on the lead orders while pointing a finger at me. What did I do? Say no to Princess Andria's demands? They were incredibly foolish. But I bet she didn't tell the angel kings the truth of what she had demanded."I can walk by myse-" I am cut off by a heavy punch from one of the soldiers that lands on left side of my face. "You envious sack of human meat! You thought you could try to kill our Princess and just lay here?" the soldier roars, reaching for my throat with his wolf claws that have emerged from the tips of his fingers."Don't kill her yet! The angel kings wants her beheaded at the City Square," their leader yells, stopping the enraged soldier from ripping my throat apart. I would rather die here than in front of a crowd. Sounds like whatev
Angel Tiras's PovPrincess Andria is a living miracle. It is a great luck that she is interested in marrying us without her own conditions. She could ask for half of our wealth and we would still find her worthy. Her exceptional gift will not just protect our kingdom against the rogue dragons, it also granta us power over them, such that we can turn them into our puppets, our own army, and people will marvel at our great might.We are the most powerful rulers in all lands. It puzzles me why the princess was not mated to us. Instead we got a disrespectful human. "You do not have to return to your father's kingdom. We shall send the tribute to your father tomorrow so that he knows we are marrying you," Ronen says."I wouldn't mind living a century in your palace. It's beyond opulent. My father won't mind either as long as he gets his tribute. I will write to him tonight to explain everything," she replies. Adon pulls her closer and kisses her smooth cheek. She gives him the most attra
Ira's POVThe dragons are wreaking havoc throughout the palace and not even the powers of the angel Kings seem capable of stopping them. Angel Tiras can create bolts of lightening like the skies does. Yet such a great power seems ineffective against the formidable skins of the dragons. Angel Ronen can create massive flames of fire like burning fuel, but it's useless against the dragons whose skins do not burn. Angel Adon has the power to create perfect illusions that seem to confuse the dragons. But the gigantic creatures are flying fast, making it impossible for him to fool them all. "Please help us!" A pair of female servants beg Princess Andria in fear. "I am sorry there is . . . nothing I can do against too many of-" she stammers in a terrified voice then runs for her life in her heels as one of the dragons dive down towards us. The assistant of the angel kings rushes forward with his sword to protect us, like the brave fool can fight a dragon. I do not like him, but he is t
Ira's PovI watch through the window for several hours as thousands of guests arrive into the palace grounds, all dressed in their finest attires and bearing gifts for the angel kings. The celebration will be extraordinary indeed. But only Royals from other kingdoms, close allies of the angel kings and their extremely wealthy friends will be allowed into the banquet hall where the most scrumptious foods will served and the most impressive performances made.I wonder if I am on the list of today's entertainers. I never got summoned by the angel kings to surrender our mate bond to the stunning Princess. She might have felt disgusted by the thought of getting a mate bond from a human with no royal blood. So I am unsure if the angel kings will still let me perform when they are not gaining in return. My face is no longer in pain so I am assuming that the swelling is gone too. I am a human so even swells take longer to heal. I must still be looking ugly.Another hour passes before the roo
Ira's PovI stand and walk to the only window the room has after hearing shouts outside. Why does it sound like there is a celebration already? My breath catches the dazzling sight of Princess Andria's arrival. Her exquisite escort extends for almost half a mile. Her golden carriage and polished armours of her guards shimmers brightly under the light of the afternoon sun. To add extra pomp to her already glorious arrival, a gigantic dragon flies above her entourage like a formidable guard and descends down gently when the Princess's carriage halts outside of the main palace.Tons of people have stepped outside to watch her grand arrival, all the three angel kings and their assistant included. One of the visiting guards opens the carriage door and holds the princess's hand as she steps out. She is as beautiful as the rumours claimed. And her dress looks like it was made by a dozen genius tailors. The soft, silk fabric outlines the curves of her body perfectly. The angel kings appear