The count's words pierced upon her heart like an unexpected rejection. She felt every vein on her vibrate in mixed emotions as the male's words echoed upon her mind. Even with her gleaming sunset orbs, she saw how pained the count gazed at her.
"I'm sorry I barged inside, please dress up. You'll catch a cold."
She grabbed onto his sleeves and tugged them gently, halting his movements, midway. "What is it?"
Asty clutched the blanket on her chest and lowered her head.
"Please don't say that again."
Chaol stared at her with an unverified expression of confusion and guilt. "What?"
"Please don't say that you don't deserve me. I am just a mere commonplace woman who was lucky enough to be gifted by this blood that you sought. It isn't anything unique."
"I'm not referring to that—"
"And moreover, a woman like me shouldn't be praised highly by someone as magnificent and powerful as you." she co
Asty woke up to the sound of cogs and wheels. She only opened her eyes and lifted herself as the sun shone brightly from the window. She felt her whole body ache from soreness when she tried to stand up.Slowly making her way to fold the curtain, she finds a fancy carriage in front of the gate. She squinted her eyes to see more. Owl opened them and the carriage proceeded to park inside."A visitor?" she asked herself. She shrugged her shoulders and aimed for her bathroom to start her morning routine.When she was finished, she slips into her usual outfit and headed outside to see who the person in the carriage was. As Asty walked out of the right-wing, she saw Chaol standing above the staircase, as if anticipating someone's arrival. She ignored the male and continued to take the stairs down.The count stole glances at her as she descended. He was quite offended when the woman did not even bother to
As they were busy helping to prepare the meals in the kitchen, Asty's troubled mind was put to ease. It was a new day and therefore it is time for her to forget what happened yesterday. It was time for her to forget the embarrassment and humiliation that the countess had caused her. She shared a few terrible words about her appearance and style. Lana told her that she didn't need to listen to her, to which she agreed. She would never stoop down to her level and amuse her. "We're missing something." Lana whispered to her as he mixed the food she was cooking. "I'll go get it from the pantry. What is it?""No, I'll get it myself." Lana chuckled at her."No, it's fine. I can get it." "Are you sure?""It's just a favor I'm doing for you, Lana." she smiled at her. "Then would you please take two lemons, a pouch of raisins, and a stick of butter, please?""Coming right up!" S
There was a gentle knock on Asty's door.She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head from the table. He hasn't noticed that she had fallen asleep from reading a book. Rubbing her eyes, the young woman frisked towards the door and opened it."Hiya! Good afternoon!" Yvonne called out to her a cheerful voice."Oh, hey Yvonne." she smiled at him. "Are your wounds okay, already?""Yeah they are." she grinned at her.Asty looked at her with a frown on her face, knowing that her brother that caused all of that pain to her friend. Yvonne places a hand on her shoulder. "Hey don't worry about it. I'm all good, besides, it's just his payback for how I used to beat him a lot back then, so it's all good."Asty gave her a smile and nodded."By the way, Chaol told me to call you. Your dress from the palace has arrived. Let's open it, quick!"A
"Ooh... What a wonderful dress you have there, Asthenosthene."Asty shifted her ice across the corner of the room only to see the countess looking at her with contempt on her face. She gave her a sly smile and continued walking forward."Black, how daring indeed. I don't remember the count buying you this expensive clothing."The young woman lowered her head and looked away. "This is a gift from the king, remember when I told you that he invited me to the ball?""Oh yes, the other day?"Asty slowly nodded."That's quite considerate of him. From the looks of these, I'd say they cost a good amount of fortune."The countess leaned over to the box and slowly traced her fingers across the soft, shimmering fabric. Her brows started to furrow knowing that her dress was much more extravagant and exquisite than hers. With the fake smile on her face, she looked at her. "Would you mind if I borrow these?" she asked her. "I think black would suit
"It is a beautiful evening, today, isn't it, Your Majesty?"The King's emerald orbs fixated at the shining horizons of night lights and simpers a rare smile. "Indeed."The humble maid beside him, who was placing flowery ornaments upon the pillars, turned pale, surprised at the royalty's response. Never in her life had she been greeted back by His Majesty. The humble maid smiled back at him and continued her work.King Vaughn Garland promenades throughout the palace, taking a look at how the final touches of the preparation were going on. With a calm and collected expression on his face, he frisked over to the maids who placed a few dishes on the vast, buffet table."Good evening, Your Majesty." the maids curtsied at him.Vaughn laid his eyes on the wide array of mouthwatering dishes, made by the palace's expert chefs."When you return to the staff room, tell the others that you will be joining the dinner tonight." he told them in a gentle vo
Asthenosthene was provided her own carriage when coming to the event. So as Chaol and the Countess Cressa who were both in separated transports.Due to how cramped their first carriage was, the King has sent each individual coming to the ball with a carriage.Asty could feel her chest thumping faster and faster."You okay?" Othello asked her with concern in his raspy voice.Asty nodded at him and smiled. "I'm okay.""Mhmm." Othello smiled back and looked outside. "I've never seen the Palace this bright before. It's changed so much since I've left this place.""How did it look like before?""Gloomy as hell. Much gloomier than that crappy castle Chaol owns." he jested.Asty chuckled. "Really? That's odd." she took a closer look at his brother, who too- seems to be nervous like her, if not, much more. "Are you, okay, brother?"
The count had almost snapped, thankfully he didn't.He briskly walked towards Othello, Asty, and Vaughn with a proud look on his face to conceal his dark, envious expressions. With his head raised, he spoke from behind them."Excuse me?" Chaol croaked. "You do see the chairs, do you not? Why don't we take a seat?"Asty lowered her head and looked at the King. Vaughn gave Chaol a look full of thoughts that he could clearly comprehend, the way the king raised an eyebrow at him made him understand that he was telling him: 'Yes we do see them, and what makes you think we are sitting with you?"Chaol gritted his teeth and returned the same look with thoughts that only the two could comprehend. "Do you want to sit, or do you want to kill everybody in this palace without a single soul spared?"The King immediately withdrew, knowing that he couldn't somehow argue if he decides to threaten."Very well, let's sit. Do you want to sit with us, Your Maje
The music fills the air with a harmonious melody, touching to the ears of men. With their deep breaths, they gazed at the people in front of them as they placed their trust in each other's bodies. The skillful men swayed, turned, and glided their women into the air, as their hearts continue to beat as one.Their bright regalias resembled like teacups from before, but there was one pair in particular that stood out from the rest.The Nobles were fazed as His Majesty, Vaughn Garland, danced with someone truly mesmerizing to watch. A girl with rosy cheeks, pale skin with bright persimmon-colored hair tucked carefully behind her with ribbons. She wore a beautiful, pitch-black regalia which stood out from everyone else in the room.She was such a radiant and ravishing young woman.Asthenosthene gazed at the King's eyes when he slipped his hands to her waist, she felt his palms gently following the curve of her shape and he held her as if she was
The bells rang from the distance. The woman with the bright orange hair stood behind the huge doors of the church. Her eyes were closed and a smile was evident on the woman's lips. Everything that she dreamed of was finally before her eyes. The moment had finally come. She opened her eyes and the doors finally parted ways. Her eyes fell to the long golden aisle that she so dreamt of walking one day. Beside it, on the benches, for all the people she loved and cared for. She felt her heart start pounding and racing faster and faster, when her bright persimmon orbs reached the center of the long corridor. There he stood, the love of her life, the apple of her eye, the man who taught her how to love. He had a smirk on his face and she just wanted to get over with that aisle wipe that smug grin off his face with a kiss. The music started. The harmonious synchronization of chorale brought everyone to their tears. Her mother who was standing also, in the aisle— staring at her beautif
Asty was walking around the palace when she noticed something strange everywhere. The maids seem to be avoiding her and she did not seem to see a single sentry guarding the gates.Everyone seems to be very busy and every time she would greet them they would only turn away."That's odd." she told herself. "They don't really act like this to me before."She walked around and around and even brought herself into the garden. But there was not a single person around.What was going on, she thought.She couldn't even find her friends anywhere in the Palace. She had woken up with absolutely nothing but the chirping of birds. She looked around to see if there was someone she can talk to.Yvonne wasn't there, Chaol wasn't there. Even her brother was not there."Where could they all have gone to?"She noticed that the maids were stealing glances at her. She would look at them and wave but then they would only avoid her gaze. A little bit
After being able to speak with her mother, Asty led the group to a path in the woods that led to a field of dandelions.They looked around and saw how beautiful it was. The sun was before them, and they could feel it burning through their skin, but even so— their eyes were fixed on the blanket of flowers that seemed to flow against the wind."This is so beautiful." Lana commented.Asty smiled at her. "This is where my mistress is buried.""Why isn't she buried in a proper grave?""That is because this is what she requested. That is a part of her will to be buried under the field of dandelions, chrysanthemums, and daisies. She wanted to face the sun and the skies. She wanted to look at the blanket of stars as she rested. That is what she imagined."They smiled at her and walked towards the field."I think it is better if we leave you be." Chaol told Asty, Yvonne, and Robynn. "I think you guys need more of an alone time with this,
Asty and the others were sent in a carriage that was intended to traverse them into the village of Erana. Asty watched as the sea of trees ran across her vision. She stared at it for a long amount of time before wondering something in her head.Chaol reached out to her head and made it rest on his shoulders."Is something troubling you?" he asked her."No nothing at all." She told him. "I was just wondering a few things.""Like what?""They are not very pleasant things." She told him and smiled. "It's best if I keep it to myself.""You can always tell me about it. I won't mind." Chaol smiled at her. "Is it because of the battle?""Yeah." she nodded. "Polo was... in pain. I didn't know that he had to go through all that that's why he became the way he was. He went after so many painful things in his life that I cannot even imagine happening to me.""You saw his memories?""I did." she nodded at him. "They were not very go
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE ECLIPSE WAREverything was starting to get better and better. The castle was finally starting to have its exterior and interior repair. It was not an easy path for them to take. The villagers that survived the war still had fear lingering inside their hearts. But nevertheless, even if there were fear and there was uncertainty, villagers continued to place their trust in the king. The king provided them with all the construction materials that they will be able to use to fix their houses that were crushed and broken during the war. While the villagers were singing their songs as they hammered their walls, a man came and frantically told them about the good news."Everyone, everyone! King is holding a celebration in the square! We must all go and watch it! Everyone's heroes will be displayed! And the parents of those who had lost their lives will be given compensation and medals for the achievement of their
Asty walked within the flames of the ground as she approached the lifeless corpse of her beloved. she clenched her fists upon seeing his torn body and closed her eyes as the tears streamed down from her face. There is no greater pain in the world than to lose someone you love.It is a pain that will be permanent inside your heart and will linger around for so many years. And she was not sure if she was prepared for that. Everything was so sudden, so fast, so abrupt. Did not know what to do or what to expect. The betrayal, the revelations, and then suddenly turning back the tables to prove that the ones she thought were the criminals were actually the innocent ones.She crouched on the ground and reached out to his cold body. What else can she expect? He is gone and he will never come back to her. The eclipse was an unfair event. The people viewed it as equal, but to her, it was only another cruel event.
"Please pull the lever, Polo!""I got it!"It was another day for the folks to work. Polo, who was now one of the known people in their village, was helping them with the fences against the wolves."Is that all for today?" the builders asked one another."Yeah I think so." he then looked at Polo. "Good work today, boy. Your wife must be so happy to have you around."A blush escaped from the male's cheek. He scratched the back of his nape while looking at them. "S-She isn't my wife, yet.""So when are you, lovebirds, planning the wedding?" one of them nudged his arm.Polo chuckled hesitantly, feeling pressured at their constant teasing. "We planned to do the ceremony on the fourth." he told them. "You guys are invited, of course.""That's what we'd like to hear!"They all gave Polo a smack in the back, a customary thing for them to do to and express their encouragement to their buddies.Minutes later, a familiar vo
Have you walked in the same path for so many years again and again?Have you ever wondered how tiring and exhausting it was to see the same things on your line of vision?Have you ever wondered if you'll ever be able to finally get a chance for a change?For the tenth moonchild, yes.Unable to find his true purpose of life, he found a vessel of his own and walked the lands of the earth for eons. He crossed seas and loitered in land, to find his very reason of living.It was unusual, for he could not find it.He would lift his head to the stars and ask the skies above if they could give him an answer of who he was, but his plight were mostly ignored. He was troubled.He did not know who he is.There he was, in the middle of a snowy mountain, surrounded by wolves and white-colored bears. The creatures did not pounce o
His soft flesh made way for the blade to sink inside.The tenth moonchild screamed in agony as he felt that searing pain as Asty's blood mixed with his and felt that burning sensation of the area, started to fizz.The laceration she had inflicted on him was deep. Polo crashed into the ground, as Asty's hands were still fully attached to the hilt of her sword. She looked at him with a cold expression and whispered against his ear, showing no ruth."It's over—"She was not able to finish her words. All of a sudden, Asty's head started to hurt.'Ah...' she winced inside her head. 'What is going on?'The woman's head felt like she was being drilled. She attempts to remove her hand from the hilt of her sword, but it wouldn't budge. She started at the glowing blade that was pierced onto his spine.In that brief moment, it felt like everything around