Having talked to Sebastion even a little was a great stress relief. Although we never did get to talk about the giant elephant in the room. The giant elephant being our heritage. Something about the way he tip toed around the subject, always avoiding my gaze or changing topics told me he wasn't comfortable about talking yet. So for now I would let him be.
It wasnt normal for Sebastion to be so distant with me, and it was honestly frightening. We spent most of our lives close together, sharing the same space, sharing our thoughts, and now it seemed like he was so far away. His eyes, even though suffered, where once filled with light. Despite the hardships he was put through, he was normally full of light. But he was dimming, and as much as I wanted to lift his spirits I couldn't. Just like me, some battles he hd to fight alone.
I gave a long pitiful sigh, once again staring longingly down at the sea o
After last nights awkward encounter, Drake has hardly spoken to me. After Silvus walked in on us and I tried to soothe his temper, we went to sleep. But it was distant and colder than normal. He barely laid a hand on me, kept his back turned through the whole night. This morning he barely left with a silent kiss to the forehead and left me to puzzle and worry over his behavior. He was a man that never spoke freely of his problems, I knew that. But it made me worry more when he shut me out. Now I wasn't sure if it was something I had said or done, or is there was more meaning behind his abrupt change in additude. I could see him being upset over Silvus's demeaning words and actions, but why must he push me away when I was technically the victim. Nothing she said bothered me anyway. This treatment wasn't any different to me, and I could fight my own battles. I jad been doing it for so long it was knee jerk. Although
The tension in the room swelled as we sat in silence. Both of their eyes locked on to each other, but not in a menacing way. It seemed both where waiting for lashings that neither was ready to give nor receive. It was uncomfortable waiting in the dense silence. It wasn't until Sebastion cleared his throat to excuse himself that the tension broke. He hugged me once, than Aunt Amina, then left us to our silence. He promised he would keep an eye out for our assassins in case they showed up while I was gone. "I should start of saying I am sorry Drake. Over the years you have done us a great many services. Silvus's out rage was inexcusable. Pease punish her how it seems fit." Uncle Harold's grim expression never left his lips as he stared wearily at his friend. Drake gave a deep sigh, taking a chance to peak at me. With a small smile he gestured for me to come to him. "You shoul
I couldn't bring myself to answer him. My body completely froze with shock. What was I doing here again? My brain had become a jumbled mess, each thought making absolute no sense. How could he be here if he was dead? Was this some kind of sick joke? Did he pretend to die so he could abandon me also? No, my Nicklos would never do that. He cared for me. He always shielded me from the other men when ever he had the chance. Nicklos wouldn't just leave me like that. So who was this imposter? There was scuffling of feet behind him as Drake and Argus came into view. I wouldn't say I was surprised to see Argus looked almost identical to his older brother. Despite his rich and deep voice, his features where soft and younger looking than that of Drake's. Almost like he was just fresh into adult hood. But now he was staring at me with his own dark blue angry voids. Would they kill me now I wonder?
I stood before Drake like a statue. His anger was a quiet roar compared to yesterday. His eyes where still that dark raging blue and his lips where set in a pressed thin line. Black disheveled hair gave away the stress that emanated off his being. Nicklos warned me before entering that his mood was touchy and sensitive. The room that we shared, once filled with love, was now filled with intense anger. I could feel his rage blowing through me like a high wind. "A bit of advice Aria, his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be. There is a more darker twist that he doesn't show you because he loves and respects you. So I would advise you not to push his buttons while you still have his favor." I wondered what he meant by 'his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be'. But I couldn't bring myself to pity his mood either. After our conversation earlier, I was still rather upset with him. Not to mention that
I impatiently tapped my fingers against the bar surface. They made a soft thudding noise against the polished wooden surface. It was loud in the tavern, people chatting and shouting as they all gathered around. The day was nearly done so people where getting off work or just trying to find the means to relax. The haze of drunk people had already started with loud laughter and slurred words filling the air. The atmosphere at the moment was peaceful I suppose, the rough drunks not yet arriving. Soft and gentle music played in the background. A low beat bouncing off the walls and to my ears as I gently swirled a dull yellow liquid around in a pint mug. The same liquor that ever other person was drinking. I stared at the small sea of people that where filtering in. All dressed up in flashy clothes that screamed importance or rich. Ladies all dolled up with bright lipsticks and long dresses. Some wore way too revealing
"Come, why don't we grab that table over their. Less chances of us being over heard." Jaden directed our attention towards a table in the corner of the tavern. It was far away from the rising conversation. With more people filtering in, it was becoming increasingly difficult to talk over one another, which provided us with a perfect cover for conversation. I nodded my head once before downing the rest of my beer and leaving it empty on the counter. Despite being buzzed, I stood tall and walked over without the slightest difficulty. But with how warm my face felt on top of my fuzz filled brain, I knew that my sobriety would not last very long. So we needed to start this meeting and end it as fast as we could. Jaden, the gentleman that he tried to be sometimes, pulled out a chair for me and I accepted it graciously. Sebastion pulled out a chair next to me, and pulled Maya down on top of his lap. Shamelessly she giggled at h
I woke up with a loud groan. My head had throbbed tremendously. A constant pounding like a herd of horses. Carefully I slowly opened my eyes and hissed at the sudden light that invaded my eyes. It had been so long since I had felt a hangover. It was safe to say that I didn't miss it in the least. I really just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. If I hadn't smelt like stale beer I would have crawled under the blankets and enjoyed the cover of darkness. If I had been more careful with my consumption, I would have just bathed when I got back to the room. But Jaden had forced me into bed before swiftly leaving the room. Luckily for both of us, Drake had not been in the room at the time. I am sure he would have been angry if he learned that another man had carried me drunk back to my bed. More importantly he would have been more angry that I drank at all. I had been careless last night, and if I had gotten into
I sat with my head cast down at the Tavern table that we sat at yesterday. It was quieter than yesterday thankfully. I don't think that my headache would have successfully made it through another loud crowd. It was still early in the day, so the residents where working or too modest to drink during the day. The only ones that had seemed to show up so far, where mercenaries looking for work. Of course this Kingdom could really offer nothing for fighting work, because they had been sieged of course by Drakos. If they where to go against the assassin forces, there surely would be a retaliation as punishment and that meant the Princess'sl life would be in further danger. Of course Silvus could just be in as much danger as the eldest Princess. It was a façade created by Drakos so he could have complete control over the situations. There was always another plan without fail. If they couldn't keep the people
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"Aria, why did you bring us here?" Sebastion asked softly as he stood beside me. I carefully brushed my fingers across the worn out and heavily neglected headstone of my parents. The surface was rough and coarse from the years of erosion. But still their names where etched into the stone, plain as the day it was chipped onto the surface. I smiled quietly to myself, fully knowing why I was here. It was the last time I would see their grave site. I wanted to be here with Sebastion one last time, before he had to bury me here with them. "Sebastion, do you remember what mom would always tell us when we were kids?" I asked quietly, a very blurred vision of my mother came to me. Her soft smiling lips, warm green eyes, black hair so soft and warm. The scent of warm baked apple pies burned heavily into my memories. The feeling of security and safety making me feel safe again after all these years. Slowly it faded, leaving
Despite the rain that fell from the heavens, the birds still chirped and cawed out in the early morning. The leather reins from my horse where gripped tightly in my hands as I stared at the large castle before me. The tall white stone glittered even in the darkest settings. The dark and gloomy forecast didn't even hinder the glorious and grand look of the Palace. In fact it made it look even brighter, a beacon of good if you will. Looking upon the Palace I felt warm, even despite knowing that this would never truly be my home, I knew that I would always be welcome back here. After all, this is this is where the remaining members of my family where. It's funny, despite knowing that they are my actual family and even growing up with my cousin, I felt like a complete and total stranger. Would there ever be a time that I could come back comfortably and visit again? What
"You're really going to let yourself get captured Aria?" It had been hours since we concluded our meeting and had migrated back to the bedroom. It was late now, most of the lights in the castle had gone out. Many people would rest easy tonight, not knowing that their only means of keeping safe was because I was sacrificing my freedom so they could live safely. Even with this sacrifice, it still wouldn't atone for all the wrong I wrought on this world. I don't think I would ever be able to redeem myself. My hands, which where busy packing my satchel of extra clothes, stilled as I closed my eyes. I could feel the hurt in his words. They felt heavy and hung in the air. I wouldn't lie and say that a part of me wasn't a little nervous or maybe even upset that I was going through this. But I also knew that this was the only way we where going to get answers. Of course, I
With a long a willful sigh, I placed my hands on the cool wooden table that sat before me. I couldn't help staring down at the pattern of the table, slowly following the curves of the wood. Despite the room being full of angry murmurs and untrust, I found my self calm. My nerves, for the first time in the last few weeks had returned to their calm state. I knew that in my heart, what I was about to say was the right thing to do. Regardless of how Lucius felt, regardless of what was going to be said, I would follow through on my idea I had formed while waiting for everyone to gather. Sebastion and I had decided that I would let my self get caught by the enemy. We will play right into their hands with a back up plan. We still had the communication pieces given by Atticus a long time ago. We could use them to communicate to each other and relay information back and fort
Water droplets fell from the sky in a light trickle. It splashed upon my face and traveled down my chin. A shivered from the cold touch, and from the memories that came with it. Rain, both a blessing and a curse. I pulled my cloak tighter around my body and continued to walk down the empty market street. Sebastion amd Maya walked on my right side while Drake walked on my left. Sebastion and I shared a disgruntled glance as each drop became heavier as we continued toward our destination. A warm hand found its way under my cloak and wrapped around my fingers. The hand squeezed mine reassuringly and I looked up at Drake surprised. He didnt look down at me, just kept his cloaked head forward. Despite my past protests he still forced himself to attend our meeting. I was grateful for his presence, but I still worried about him. With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push h
I eyed Sebastion warily. The dark bruises under his eyes, and the tormented look upon his face where all to revealing. The need to kill had been much stronger than my own, and he was only on the brink of turning into a blood thirsty monster. He sat slumped forward in his chair, his eyes partially closed as he sat exhausted at the table before me. He was trying so hard to fight the urge, and it was only getting worse. I wonder if this was how dad felt before he died. Would Sebastion actually die from with drawl? Even if he didn't he still looked like absolute garbage. His hair was a disheveled mess, he was pale white and honestly looked as if he was fading. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I watched as he slowly leaned against Maya, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His breathing wasn't noticeably labored to the untrained eye, but having spent our entire lives together, I knew that he was struggling. His b
A few days has passed since our fight. Everything on the outside seems normal. Kisses here and there, Drake still sleeps with me tucked against him, he even started eating breakfast with me in the morning. But the pleasantries and niceties just seemed forced. The smiles where off, and the kisses weren't filled with warmth. Although that could just be me. Nothing has felt the same since Nicklos's warning. I find myself overanalyzing his actions a lot. Everything he does, I find myself thinking negatively about. How he holds me at night, even though its close, I feel like it's a way of him asserting his dominance. Even though he did it even before our fight, I find myself thinking about it negatively. 'He isn't what he seems.' Even now, as I sit across the table from him, eating our breakfast together, it seems domineering. He didn't do this before, so why does he start eating with me now? Of course he is still working th
I sat with my head cast down at the Tavern table that we sat at yesterday. It was quieter than yesterday thankfully. I don't think that my headache would have successfully made it through another loud crowd. It was still early in the day, so the residents where working or too modest to drink during the day. The only ones that had seemed to show up so far, where mercenaries looking for work. Of course this Kingdom could really offer nothing for fighting work, because they had been sieged of course by Drakos. If they where to go against the assassin forces, there surely would be a retaliation as punishment and that meant the Princess'sl life would be in further danger. Of course Silvus could just be in as much danger as the eldest Princess. It was a façade created by Drakos so he could have complete control over the situations. There was always another plan without fail. If they couldn't keep the people