Alcina parts from Brendan with a pout and somewhat unwillingly, as Alfred has requested his sister’s company to the library in House Warner’s possession.Brendan, meanwhile, decides to head to the soldiers’ courtyard to seek Lincoln for another spar.He is accosted, having hardly made it down the hallway, by Nordin Brown.The man, wearing his beauty like the most lethal armor in the world, adorned in a chic, classic blue suit, storms up to him with a radiant smile on his lips that somehow manages to convey a world of pain. At his waist, Brendan can see the gleam of silver, his sword swinging at his side.“Good morning, Lord Brendan,” Nordin greets, as though he had not openly denounced him just the day prior.Brendan smirks. “Good morning,” he replies pleasantly enough.When Nordin nears, his beautiful smile drops into something far more predatory. Brendan thinks to himself that this man would have not at all been out of place in the center of a warzone, decapitating enemies left and
Brendan is in the middle of conversing with a nobleman from one of his kingdom's prominent families when abruptly, the man pauses in his tale. He turns and is---- spellbound.Alcina stands before him, a figure sublime in the pale blue fabric and golden threads she wears, cheeks rosy as she bites her lower lip with a bashfulness that makes something in Brendan's chest heave. Under the glittering, dazzling lights of the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by a room full of extravagant nobles dressed in silks and laden with enough diamonds to fund several wars, Alcina - who wears no jewels but for the small, barely visible diamonds on her ears - somehow shines brighter than any gem or star Brendan has ever seen. Brendan's eyes are unable to tear away from the vision that Alcina is, like a midsummer's dream come to life by some hazy miracle.Alcina shifts, hand nervously tracing the embroidery along her side. She seems entirely unaware of the way that she's holding the stupefied attentio
From across the dancefloor, Nordin pauses with a flute of champagne halfway to his lips. Having grown tired after a set of several songs, he and Alfred had retired to the sidelines, seeking to mingle and enjoy the refreshments offered at the ball. He looks to the dancefloor, where he sees Alcina be dipped dramatically down by his intended, a shriek of giddy laughter escaping her lips, a joy so potent written on her features that it’s almost painful to watch.He hasn’t heard such- happiness from her sister.Not so unrestrained and loud.Alfred places a gentle hand on his lower back, grounding him, and Nordin’s eyes burn. “She is happy,” Alfred murmurs in his ear, and with a sigh, Nordin leans back against his chest. Together, the two of them watch their younger sister dance in the middle of the crowd, the effervescent joy radiating from her features making her glow brighter than any of the countless people surrounding her.* * * * * * * * * *In the morning, Alcina wakes with far mo
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.Lord Alfred ought to have known better than to summon the evil by speaking them into existence.It happens while the three men are gathered in Alcina's room that night. In the Heartlands, it had been the regular custom for Alfred and Nordin to spend time with their younger sister at the end of the day.Nordin, with well-practiced hands, deftly tames Alcina's hair with a brush as Alfred peruses the stack of books accumulating in the corner.Brendan had been unable to leave, not with Alcina looking at him with such an imploring gaze. He's now flipping quietly through one of his own books from the floor, seated beside Alcina's nightstand, where the girl is currently having her hair attended to."This is a pretty brush," Nordin comments idly, eyes fixed on his task before him.Alcina smiles. "Brendan acquired it for me," she says, not without a furtive glance in said lord's direction.Brendan doesn't look up from his book, but his lips do press tog
When Alcina wakes, it is with a gasp and cold sweat breaking on her forehead.She opens her eyes, desperately attempting to flee the horrifying images dancing behind her closed eyelids. It grounds her, in the next moment, that she can feel the warmth radiating from Orion and Perseus, like twin flames circling her head.They had been nearly inconsolably agitated earlier when she'd finally returned to Brendan's room where they'd been waiting.They'd felt the spike of fear running through Alcina's heart at the intruder's attempt. They had nearly thrown themselves at the separating door in order to get to her.There's a constant brand, now, in the back of her mind, in the form of two fierce, nearly bloodthirsty protectors. It isn't at all a bad feeling.Heart still hammering in her chest, she looks wildly around the room. Her panic subsides only when she sees Brendan standing by the door - evidently, having just returned.Lips trembling, Alcina reaches out with a hand and sinks into the h
The moment Nordin ambles into the hearing vicinity, Alcina puffs up with all the irritation of a younger sibling scorned.“Brother,” she hisses, looking not unlike a ruffled kitten. “What do you think you are doing?!”Nordin rolls his eyes. The dramatics with this one. Though he supposes he cannot blame her when it had been Nordin who practically raised her, after all.“I was testing your future husband’s mettle,” he drawls. “You are welcome, by the way.”Alcina makes a strangled sound in her throat just as Brendan approaches from behind Nordin. “You- testing him, for what, you almost ran him through-”“Alright,” Brendan protests churlishly. “I was not almost run through.”Nordin snickers.“Yes,” Alcina snaps heatedly. “You were.”Brendan stares at her in mild affront. Just whose side is this girl on?Alcina turns back to Nordin with a scowl. “What would you have done if he- wait.” Alcina blinks. “Wait, did you- what did you just call him?”Future husband.In the time since he and Alf
The dragons continue to grow. They are still relatively small, enough that Alcina can cradle each of them in her joined palms, but no longer small enough that she could do so one-handedly. As Orion and Perseus grow in size, so do their personalities, each growing louder and louder inside of Alcina’s head until she has to learn anew how to tune out the dragons’ sensations from her own. Their fire-breathing capabilities, too, become confirmed, as both of them have recently begun to snort out brief jets of fire when they’re agitated.It’s all in harmless fun for now, but Alcina dreads the day they grow more masterful with their flames and isn’t at all sure how she’s going to tackle that particular hurdle when it arrives.Perseus, as of late, has grown particularly attached to Brendan, such that he’s found sidling up to the lord at least half the time, even in Alcina’s own presence.There’s a part of Alcina that wonders with mortification whether it’s a matter of transference, given tha
The night before their wedding day, House Warner throws the grandest, most lavish celebration of all: a masquerade ball.Alcina had never been to one before.In House Clair, everything was about superiority in association with their famed bloodline; anything that would at all conceal their identities would be diametrically opposed to what her parents deemed as the one and only importance of such events.But Brendan had read a book about a masked ball to Alcina once, and since then, Alcina has been fascinated with the idea.And what is Brendan to do but to make the arrangements when he catches Alcina re-reading the passage on the masquerade with wide eyes?For the first time in a long time, however, Alcina enters the grand ballroom alone, as Brendan had been called away to attend to some matters briefly.It makes her strangely nervous, as though attending her first ball in the Western Plains all over again, to do so without Brendan's grounding presence steadily at her side.When Alcina