" I am not royalty," I corrected with a smile. " But you will be soon, my Little One," Kaden added. " Best you try and get used to the idea," Kaden said casually, placing a napkin on his lap as everyone stared at me. To divert their attention, I told them to dig in. Without hesitation, they all filled their plates, even Kaden. " Deon, I want you to go to the Archives with her, Majesty," he said, his tone cold. "And pull the records of all the elementals who had a baby just over twenty years ago." I wanted to correct him, saying that I am only twenty years old now, but I stayed silent, swallowing hard on my piece of bread, remembering what he said last night about my age showing. Merilla also mentioned something about him being older than he looked, so I didn’t want to appear young and naive in his eyes. In my head, there was a constant tug-of-war between wanting to leave and returning home, and this small part of me wanted to stay and find out about my real parents, who they w
The guys built fire and earth barriers to protect themselves, but they weren’t strong enough. My ice pierced through the barriers, one going through Kaden’s shirt, pinning him to the ground. I fell to my knees, panting. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kaden rising, but I had no strength left. Completely drained and exhausted, I couldn’t fight back. The last thing I heard was Kaden shouting my name, his voice back to normal, not like he was possessed, and then everything went dark around me.( Kaden ) " What the fuck happened?" I was sitting at the table eating breakfast with my men and Meara, and the next moment, I was on the ground. I looked around and saw sharp shards of ice scattered across the lawn, one pinning me through my shirt. I reached to remove it, and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. " Fuck!" I grunted, frustrated. My arm was dislocated. With a swift movement, I pressed hard into the ground, and it slipped back in with ease, though the pain was st
I followed the healer as she explained Meara’s situation to me. The healers were all stunned by Meara’s unique powers, how Fire and Ice managed to combine as one and work together as equals, creating Frost-Fire. With weak legs, I approached Meara as she lay lifeless in my bed, looking like a true Sleeping Beauty, my sleeping beauty! I sat in the chair next to her, touching her hand with my fingers. Electric sparks erupted inside me. My power was mad and ready to destroy both of us at any moment. But this soothing coolness reached me. She is the only person in the world who can do that to me. My powers calmed down and went away quickly. I took away my hand. If she still has magic left in her, I don’t want to drain it out of her. An older healer returned with a few bottles of different potions, giving instructions to a younger nurse healer in training. “This one is for the mornings after breakfast, and this one is for the evenings, this one for after every meal, for at least three t
What are you still doing here?” she said gruffly.“If I am not mistaken, this is my sleeping chamber, and she is my mate, so I have every right to be in here.”“You are going to kill her.” She looked at me with hatred in her eyes.“I know you care for her, but you have to let her go before it is too late, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. She is weak and not from this world. She doesn’t know our customs, and you don’t know the cause of your darkness. Just let her go until you have figured out what it is that is consuming your soul.”“On the contrary,” I said coldly. “Meara is the strongest person I have ever met! She is a fighter.” I said proudly to the head healer, but I didn’t admit to her that she was right, even when deep down I knew that the healer was telling the truth, which is why I must let Meara go. Even if it breaks my heart and makes me surrender to the dark side.Merilla lay on Meara’s feet, looking at me sympathetically. She understands that a mating bond
After the world went dark around me, it felt like I was encased in a massive block of ice. It consumed me with each passing moment I remained there. Strangely, it brought me a sense of peace. Should I surrender to it, close my eyes, and give in to the comforting numbness? I was so tired; I doubted I could stay conscious much longer. But then, out of nowhere, something warm reached me. It began in the hand Kaden had held in his death grip, spreading to my heart, and from there, it gradually permeated my entire body. It melted the frozen ice that trapped me in the depths of my mind. I could breathe again. The warmth called to me, drawing me in like a moth to a distant light. The light grew brighter the closer I got to it. I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of Kaden’s sleeping chambers. Memories of Kaden rushed back, igniting my anger anew. As I tried to sit up, I felt something heavy on my feet. I lifted my head to find Merilla curled up at the end of the bed. Turning slig
Merilla wagged her tail, happy to hear I still wanted to explore with her. “ Very well, but remember, you’re staying at your own risk,” he said harshly. “ From now on, I won’t bother you. Deon and the others are at your disposal if you need help with your search.” “ Thank you, Kaden.” “ Just promise me you’ll take them with you if you decide to explore the kingdom.” I nodded, giving him a friendly smile. He stared at me blankly for a moment, lips parted as if to say something, but then he left, leaving me somewhat disappointed. What had he wanted to say? The next morning, I was disappointed to see the chair next to the bed was empty. He hadn’t returned. I must be insane; I wanted him to leave me alone, but now that he was gone, I missed him. His dark, mesmerizing eyes with splashes of red haunted my thoughts. Pushing the feeling aside, I turned my attention to Merilla, who was still on the bed. She stretched comfortably when one of the healers entered. “ Oh, you’re up! That
I sit beneath the ancient oak tree, the only witness to my mother’s passing and my own silent cries.The sound of the wind whirling through the grass is like a soothing hum, like a lullaby to my soul, calming my nerves and making me feel relaxed. I looked at the farm, the place that had been my sanctuary and my burden. The weight of my grief felt crushing, like a heavy fog that refused to lift as every corner of the house seemed to whisper memories of my foster mom, leaving me gasping for air, searching for a glimpse of the comfort and love she once provided. The loss of my foster Mom was a heavy anchor of grief dragging me down, its heavy chain wrapping around my heart, making every breath a struggle, every thought a painful reminder of what I’d lost. I have been juggling my career and trying to run the entire farm on my own, but lately the farm has gotten in the way of my career, and I do not want to lose my job at the vet. I like my job and I love working with animals, bu
It felt like I was destined for something else, like I didn't belong here anymore. Whenever I would get that feeling I would just push it aside and ignore it. I had a life here and I had the farm, what else did I need, and where else would I go? The more I pushed the feeling aside, the more I would hear the voice in my head. It will always say the same thing over and over again, telling me that it is coming for me and that it will be here soon. Fear would creep up on me, making it difficult for me to sleep at night.“ Meara…” I jolted, glancing around, but there was no one. The fields were empty, the only sound the rustling of wheat and distant calls of birds. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “ I’m going mad.” I muttered to myself.The voice was clearer now, a gentle, melodic sound that tugged at something deep within me. I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. “ who’s there?” I called out, but only silence answered me. The whispers continued, drawing m