DAHLIA:
After Kaist had left that morning, Tristan bid me good bye as well since his presence in the council was needed that afternoon.
After purchasing a fallen nobleman’s title, he had instantly become the lord of Crohmwall District, one of the places that were continuously damaged by the countless rogue and vampire invasion.
Although it would be the first time he would join the council, he didn’t seem quite nervous at all. He just smiled warmly towards me as he kissed the top of my head before he boarded the carriage.
Imagine my surprise then when several carriages came in front of the house shortly thereafter, demanding my attention.
“Countess Abell,” Lina said, sounding alarmed. “There’s a commotion outside! I think you need to see it.”
I got up from the bed and wrapped a shawl around my shoulders. I haven’t been feeling too well yet, but if it’s just outside the gates, I don’t
DAHLIA:“Papa, why? What’s the matter?”My papa never cried, at least not in front of my eyes. They were times he would cry in secret when he was drunk, especially when my mother’s death anniversary was near. Yet, here he was, crying his eyes out in front of me.“That man is a complete monster, Dahlly! He is an absolute monster!”I couldn’t quite look my father in the eyes, remembering the recent incident between Tristan and I, but I was deathly curious why he was saying it so.I reached for the pitcher of lukewarm water beside me that Lina had prepared earlier. I really wanted some cold water, but Lina insisted I drink this while trying to recuperate.“Here papa,” I offered the glass to him. “Please don’t cry. You’re making me worried… Are you hurt anywhere?”I stopped as I remembered that my father absolutely hated it when I had to use my powers on
DAHLIA:I paced the room back and forth, trying to think carefully of what my father had told me before I sent him secretly away through the giant window that gave a direct access to the garden. He really said there were no such letters, right? My papa didn’t receive my letters, save but one…“Here, Dahlly,” he said as he produced a parchment from inside his vest. “This is the letter I received from you. The one and only letter I have ever received for the two months you have been away...”I unfolded the parchment my papa handed to me. It did look like the parchments I have used when I was writing those letters to him.The first few lines of the letter had caught my eyes suspiciously. It wasn’t like any of the letters I had written to papa before. It read:Father,I’ll go straight to the point. I do not wish to see you. Please stop trying to get into the district and
TRISTAN:Twilight came, but thankfully, I was back in the villa before darkness has already fully consumed the light in the sky.I had an action-packed afternoon. It was good to see the whole council tumble into chaos. It must be like that every time a peace talk was being held, but it was nice to see the prince’s reaction to it. It seemed that, just like me, it was his first time to see such a ruckus.However, unlike that boy Kaist, I was part of those who created the ruckus, so I half-expected that circus to have happened…Despite all the glee of seeing Count Jeteris humiliate himself, my heart was still feeling weak, and there was only one solution for it.It felt like a long day… I had to see Dahlia.This morning, I stayed away from her because I knew that the blasted ex-lover of hers will come to visit, and then in the afternoon, I had to part with her for the council meeting. Goddess, those were all awfully long hou
TRISTAN:“The men who had wronged your family – is there any chance that my father had something to do with that? Could it be the actual reason why you hated him?”Dahlia’s eyes were looking straight at me, not evading it, not blinking at all. She wore a serious look in her face that it made my heart quiver.‘Idiot, just tell her the truth… How can you avoid such a direct question now,’ Arthur murmured in our shared consciousness.‘But our mate would get hurt… She definitely won’t forgive us then,’ Albus whimpered.For the first time in my life, I wanted to run away from Dahlia’s sight. I wanted to hide and evade her questions. I didn’t want to see her face at all.I had lied a million times before to survive and to get nearer to the ending I’ve envisioned, so why?... Why was it so hard to lie to her now?...“Dahlia, if I suspected Duke Hurst,
DAHLIA:“A banquet - what for,” I asked, looking at Tristan’s reflection on the drawer mirror.He was sitting on the bed, reading a book. He was wearing his reading spectacles, which made him look like a different person than the one I knew.“Well, we never had a proper wedding banquet, and you’re starting your study in three weeks. I think it’ll be the perfect time for us to celebrate these milestones.”“These milestones,” I said, my eyebrows shooting upward, “didn’t we agree I’d take private lessons at home? What’s with this sudden display of achievements?”Honestly, I didn’t get his idea. He was the one who suggested that I take the lessons at home from a private professor sponsored by the university for the time being. He didn’t want me to feel too overwhelmed with all the changes since my powers have been revealed to the capital. The last thing I ne
DAHLIA:I brushed my thoughts aside. I must have seen it wrongly.“Lady Livia, it’s an honor to meet you for the first time.”She gave me a displeased and slightly irritated sideway glance once more, but she did not say anything.I didn’t know what to make out of it. Confirming that I did see what I saw earlier made me speechless.“My wife and I are happy that you can make it,” Tristan said, repeating part of what I had said. Surprisingly, the girl’s face broke into a smile.“I am glad to meet you here too. Thank you for inviting me.”“I heard it’s also your nineteenth birthday today, congratulations,” Tristan said.It was astonishing to see Tristan pay attention to someone else’s birthday. Was my first impression true? Were the two of them close?“Indeed, I have more than one reason to celebrate because of that, and since you broug
DAHLIA: I stood frozen on the spot. I should have moved away, but I can’t… It was as if my whole body was paralyzed. Tristan lightly tapped the lady’s hands that were coiled around his body. “You know I can’t do that…” “Why? Is it because you are mates? A fated mate’s bond can be undone, you know. If either of you reject it, it can be undone” she said. “Livia, why don’t you just be a good girl and not think of such things, hmm?…” “We’ll I’m being a good girl that’s why I am saying this,” Count Jeteris’ daughter exclaimed. “You can’t possibly be happy with her.” “Don’t say that, alright. And please don’t make Dahlia’s life miserable. I saw how you acted on her earlier.” “Serves her right for charming you…” “Livia!...” “Alright, alright… I’ll play my part as long as she keeps herself away from my business… Gosh!” It has been a while since I had discovered this ugly bit of exchange. I wanted to burst
KAIST:I can’t believe that stupid man made my Dahlia cry. He didn’t deserve her. He had never deserved her from the very start!Honestly, I was hesitant to go to that banquet. Despite the cordial invitation that I had received, I never wanted to come to a party celebrating Dahlly’s marriage with another man. Despite Dahlly’s unawareness that I have feelings for her other than friendship, I don’t think that it was appropriate for me to come and cheer her either.However, this morning, I received some rather curious letters that made me go back on my earlier resolve.“My prince, some letters came in for you while you were sleeping,” Pelle said, handing me two strange notes as soon as I woke up from an afternoon slumber.I frowned at the sight of these strange letters. I thought now that I am almost of age, I wouldn’t possibly receive them.When I turned thirteen, I started receiving an anonymous
Hello! Thank you so much for coming to this journey with me in Revenge of The Shadow Heir! I started this story with a completely different story arc in mind, and I can't believe I've already reached the end of Dahlia and Tristan's love story. I dedicate this novel to the person who inspired me to take on writing again (and write romance stories, which wasn't really the genre I honestly saw myself writing).Here's to more meaningful memories together, sweetie! :). And to all those who have ever dreamed of being a writer or of being anything else - chase that dream! You were made to lust after it for a purpose. Glory to God always! I might take some hiatus after this story, but I assure you this won't be the last I will write. Thanks a lot again, dearests, and happy reading! - Ellie Love -
DAHLIA:“Dahlia, I have confessed everything to you before. I don’t know how much you remember of it after your accident though, so I am sorry for hurting you again,” Tristan began.“It was true. I casted a spell that was why the mate mark appeared in your body after our first night together. I was sure you were not my mate, and I was not yours. I casted a different spell on myself a few years ago to suppress finding my own mate, so I was confident when I approached you.”“However, the more I stayed beside you, the surer I had become that you were my destined mate… There wasn’t any day that I didn’t regret doing that…”Tears flowed from both our eyes. I knew it from my memory. We did have this conversation before, but it was still heartbreaking to hear Tristan’s side of the story.“When you had switched appearances with Samalah, I was foolish enough not to recognize you
DAHLIA: I was in a dark and suffocating place that I can’t even see my own hands and feet. I tried standing still, but nothing was happening, so I decided to move around. I started calling to my wolf. ‘Eva!’ Again, I shouted, ‘Eva!’ There was no answer. I was running wildly, or at least I thought I was. No one can say that this was all happening in my head. Goddess, I couldn’t even see if my body was still intact! I tried to touch my cheek just so I could verify I am still alive, still seeing, still feeling. The last thing I could honestly remember was King Helion Cosco drinking the blood off my neck. I felt around my neck. There weren’t any wounds of any form of punctures. Am I still existing in the real world, or is this all just a dying person’s dream? Just then, I heard an anguished voice. “Dahlia!” It was the voice I had longed to hear for a long time. “Tristan!” I started ru
TRISTAN: Irvan, that scoundrel that caused Samalah to get into an accident and had caused Dahlia’s agony, was a conjurer! Perhaps that was why they had left the dead bodies here instead of burying or burning them. It wasn’t just for show after all. The animated bodies started to close in on us. I thought it would be easy to defeat them since they were dead. However, they have the faces of people whome we had once seen or knew… It was a bit fortunate that most of them were just people whom I have casually met at Talandor, but I could only imagine that this battle must be too hard for Kaist. As we tried to knock out the dead bodies, the dragon bones swoop down on us, trying to pick on the flesh on our back. Even without a rider, the dragon bones were agile. This was really a dangerous thing. I just finished hurling a corpse somewhere far away, when suddenly, I looked up to see a dragon bone aiming to pluck my eyes away. I
TRISTAN: I galloped towards the edge of the plain leading to the Great Temple where I could smell my Dahlia’s scent. In the past, I had loved this walk from the forest towards the temple where my father would regularly burn an offering to the Moon Goddess Selene. Now, this same path was packed with vampires, attacking me from left and right. It was a hard fight. I felt like I was a bug trying to battle out hordes of ants to get to the other side. The more I stayed here, the more endangered Dahlia could become. Suddenly, I heard a voice roar. “Get down!” My instincts kicked in, and I followed it. As soon as I ducked down, bolts of fire started to rain down on my path, burning the Blasted Ones that crowded my way. I looked back sharply to discover a non-familiar wolf. It was golden brown with a stone in its head that shone like the midday sun. So this was how Kaist’s Shadow Rune wolf looked like. He must have already acce
DAHLIA: I rested my hope that if Count Jeteris himself or the people from Talandor could see me, they’d try to help me out. After all, I was someone they knew, someone who interacted with them, and someone they had sworn to protect as knights of Talandor. Surely, they wouldn’t let anyone from the Vampire Clan kill a she-wolf they had once known... But all those hopes were crushed when I saw what awaited us at the temple. The outer courts of the temple were nothing but mere rubbles of stones and sands now, but one could still gain the impression that it was a grand structure once. I had seen the tumbled-down appearance of the temple in a distance as King Helion dragged me to it, but as we entered its vicinity, I was shocked beyond belief. All around, corpses of werewolves lay lifelessly on the ground. “W-What did you do,” I asked in horror. “The foolish count wanted my help, but he didn’t agree with taking you as my queen, so…”
TRISTAN: “Brother, look out!” I swerved to the right by mistake, which ended up being good as I had dodged a blow against my skull. Livia and I had been fighting against the Blasted Ones for hours now, but they do not seem to be depleting. How in the world can the Apricus King call in this many of his men? Worse of all, Livia’s state was getting worse and worse as time went by… I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I could last fighting against them for a long time too. I struggled to get on my feet, thinking of how wretched I was to have sent the one person I loved the most towards her death. Memories of when I first saw Dahlia flashed by my head as I attacked one vampire after another. Lady Dahlia Hurst – the gentle rose of the kingdom – the person people looked up to and envied… My first thought was that such a person would be nothing more than a spoiled brat. She had been under the spotlight since she was yo
KAIST:It was a call to help Count Abell. Wolves from the White Fang Pack immediately tore their shirts and started transforming into their wolf form.“Prince Kaist, do you mean to say Tristan and Samalah… I mean Dahlia are in danger,” Thesla hurriedly asked.I nodded. “Yes. We will be going now. Get the women, children, elderly, and the sick inside the town hall. Bar the doors, and don’t let anyone inside the village. I will return here for the lady when everything is over,” I told the villagers.There was a murmur around the villagers.“Prince Kaist, I couldn’t speak for everyone, but I will come with you. Dahlia has become a friend and a family to Efiro and I. I don’t want to just sit and do nothing when I know she’s in danger!”“Very well.” I turned to the crowd. “Everyone who wishes to join us may come. As for the rest of you, please secure the village.
TRISTAN: “No, take her back! Give Dahlia back to us,” I shouted. The vampires around us poised themselves for an attack and smiled. They could sense the blood palpitating in my veins as I tensed up. They were getting excited on the prospect of violence as their true nature dictates. “Finders keepers” was all I heard from the damned king of the vampires. Maybe this was all a lie. Maybe the king of the Blasted Ones was toying with my sanity… How did I end up in this? Why did I give Dahlia to them? It felt like I was in a sort of reverie. Everything felt hazy. It was as if things were coming at me in slow motion. I could only watch as Dahlia’s golden brown hair billowed in the wind. King Helion towered over her. He clutched her by the wrist, and when she refused to tear her eyes away from me, he grappled at her shoulders and took her away more forcefully, twisting her face away from mine. I could only watch as trails of te