My Mate

Quinn

Whoever she was, she walked in the room, and I instantly felt grounded. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't stop staring at her.

That was days ago now. I've avoided people, I only leave this room when one of their guards knocks and tells me I need to see Isadora, who is a witch.

She's convinced the magic isn't the issue and I am. That made me laugh. I told everyone else that the magic isn't out of control, I am. My mind, but they refused to listen.

All this feels alien to me, like a new world. I'm not used to anything. I didn't even sleep in the bed the first night because it's not something I ever used.

I know my job here, but I'm conflicted. I don't want to let my mother down, but at the same time, I'm worried. I lean against the wall, my knees drawn up while holding the sketch pad and pencil in my hands.

I've drawn her over and over. I believe her name is Storm, I'm not sure though. That's what King Darius had shouted and she listened.

Storm.

It's ironic her name represen