Tanya’s POV
My skin can’t help but tingle to Marco’s touch, and I wonder why Marco chooses to brush my hair away from my neck. Was there something wrong with it?
“Were you able to get it?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s zipped up,” he replies, and upon feeling the dress is now secured, I turn round to face him. It feels strange to be in the wedding gown, and I try to hide the insecurity from the dress that shows off my small curves and cups my breasts nicely.
“Do I- do I look okay?” I can’t help but ask. Marco physically takes a step back, taking in all the fine details of my gown, before returning to gaze into my eyes.
“I think you look beautiful,” I can’t help the light flush that I feel rise upon my cheeks in reaction to his words. However, I still wonder if something is on his mind, and Marco seems somewhat preoccupied with his thoughts.
Despite my assumptio
Third POVMr. Barlow’s burial is a quiet one, but the old man has wanted it that way, and it seems to suit him. After his many years on earth, living two very different lives. It made sense that he was surrounded by those that were a part of the latter end of his timeline.Even being the recluse alcoholic that he was, Mr. Barlow was known as the wise drunkard of the pack. Not everyone got along with him, but everyone did heed his advice when he chose to give it.Even now, Tanya smiles at the thought as she stands beside Marco. Watching solemnly as the coffin is slowly lowered into the ground. It reminds her that life is short, and at any moment it can be taken away from anyone. There is no escaping death. Mr. Barlow’s words ring through her mind.“Don’t waste time on things that don’t matter. You gotta chase after your own happiness Tanya. Chase after it with all your heart.”At that mo
Third POVThe sound of the ring catches the attention of both Marco and Tanya, and their heads snap down to look at it. It sits eerily amongst the grass, the glint of its silver plating calling for attention. Tanya goes to pick it up hurriedly, but Marco is quicker, snatching it up in his grasp. There’s a discernable frown on his lips as he stares at it with intensity, and hidden disbelief.The cobalt daggers that are his eyes, flit back and forth between Tanya and the piece of jewelry in his hand. This is far from what Marco expected, unable to understand why she would keep the ring with her for all these years. Couple of seconds pass by and Marco’s expression still doesn’t ease up. Finally, without another word, Marco takes both her ring, and her ruby necklace and storms off, leaving Tanya in the rain to drown in her own thoughts.Marco returns home, and throughout his entire nighttime routine, he is consistently thinking about Tanya
Tanya’s POVSurprise and astonishment cross my face as I stare down at the document in utter confusion. Why would he want to marry me again if he was so upset with me? I look at him curiously. “But why?”I watch the prince cough, somewhat trying to per long the answer to my expression, as he wipes his face clean of all emotional response. A cold, blunt tone implies he does not feel anything towards me. “Don’t think much of it,” he says. “I don’t love you. Love doesn’t coexist between us from now on since I cannot forgive you.”Marco talks about love like it’s a logical expression, a switch that can be turned off and on with a quick flick of the wrist. He then explains. “If I don’t act quickly, the Blue Moon Tree is facing possible destruction but putting a dam in its place due to the Blue Moon Pack’s poor economy. Yes, Eric has made the proposal again, and there’s
Tanya’s POVThrough the conversations between the princess and Caspian as we walk around her garden, I come to find out that although she’s a princess, she does basically run the kingdom. Her father was the former Alpha, but due to old age and a myocardial infarction, he passed away a year ago.Marco mentions to me that the former Alpha was well liked by many, both by the royals and the residents of the kingdom. He was a noble man, majestic in nature, with a charismatic flare. He was the reason the Fauna kingdom’s economy thrived and had an abundance of connections.And now I can see that same trait in Isabella. She is highly intelligent, and well capable of holding her own in a conversation. She has her father’s charming mannerisms. But what Marco also discloses to me quietly, was that the King had died on the day of the younger sister’s wedding. Peyton was getting married to her fated mate. However, thirty minutes before
Unknown POVI have always existed in the dark. Hidden from view. Invisible. Nestled in the darkest corner of my master’s mind. Despite my yearning to be known, to be seen, it remains impossible. An impenetrable mental barrier blocks me from stepping into the light. And I lack the strength or power to overcome this barrier. So for years and years, I remained in the dark, as I worked tirelessly to accumulate small bits of power day by day.But all of that changed momentarily when I felt my master fall from the cliff. I wanted to save her; I was desperate to save her. And so, I fought against the barrier with all my might, pushing against the walls that caged me in. And finally, I did it. The wall cracked, and my powers slipped through to give my master the strength to survive the fall.From then on, the small slit in the barrier allowed me to venture out for little bits at a time. When my master was unconscious and asleep, the defenses of the mind w
Tanya’s POVI show Marco the page in the notebook where I have seen the pattern of the flower that appeared on the back of the princess’s neck. Our eyes both scan the page to read that the poison that the perfume cures is colorless and tasteless. It fails to leave behind any traces of poisoning which explains why Peyton displays no symptoms.The page also explains that if a large enough dose is introduced into the body suddenly, and if the inflicted individual does not receive timely treatment, then the person will die within hours after exposure. And as stated before, no symptoms will reveal themselves. It will look like a natural death. Except for a flower pattern that will appear on the back of the neck of the deceased.However, at the bottom of the page, a small asterisk displays an additional note, stating that if the person poisoned gets the right treatment in time, or the dose of the injected poison is relatively light, then the perso
Tanya’s POVOnce we arrive to the doctor’s house, I immediately get started on the garden, rolling up my sleeves and putting on gloves I found in one of the sheds. Although I asked Marco to accompany me, I don’t wish to burden him, telling him he can relax on one of the garden chairs.With the sun high in the sky, I can get on my hands and knees by the soil. One by one, with meticulous effort, I pull out the weeds that taint the garden grounds. I dump each one I extract into a wheelbarrow. And then once I’ve filled up the wheelbarrow, with great exertion I roll it over to the garden bin to empty it.I maintain this systematic routine, pulling out the weeds, dumping them into the bin, and then starting all over again, going in rows and horizontally making my way across the large expanse of garden space. I’m of course mainly focused on weeding, but every now and then I spare a glance at Marco. He sits quietly, but his leg bou
Tanya’s POVUpon exiting Peyton’s old room, I realize that the entire palace is in chaos. Everyone is panicking over the princess’s physical state. Maids are rushing about with wet towels and water, nobles are alerting the neighboring royal families. Butlers are heading off to call the known doctors. I can see that everyone dearly cares for the princess. As do I. But my job is much different to theirs.I hurry into one of the empty rooms, closing the door to shut out the cluster of apprehension that whiz about outside. I scrape away items off one of the tables and pull out the box, emptying the torn pieces of paper onto the workspace.Step by step, piece by piece, like a child’s puzzle set, I connect the pages, reconnecting torn words and linking the shredded pieces. Soon I have reassembled the entire page. Satisfied, I read through it carefully, my eyes growing wider as they trail down the page.Shock, surprise, and dread