/Javiers POV/
The Prince didn't remember the last time he talked to the love of his life. It'd probably been at least a week—an unheard of time for them—and their previous exchange was something he could never forget. Her last words were whispered into his skull.
After hours of translating and learning about the procedure to trigger Celina's dream, Javier began the process. Jade had hundreds of rules which he took into consideration. The bowl in front of him was a mixture of all the herbs listed on the pages. Closing his eyes, he began chanting the verses in the language it was written.
No spark. Nothing happened.
In any
After dinner that night, Celina went outside wearing a coat and scarf. The young woman chose to sit on the bench in the garden, inhaling the cool air and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It's late in the evening, and as per the tradition, they are supposed to do some light reading together. She could not convince herself to mingle with others, needing a moment to herself.She pushed her legs together, a deep exhale slipping out of her lips. That's when someone plopped on the space next to her. Her eyes widened, turning over and finding none other than Elinor, Abels cousin. Or so she said. They had no similarity in looks, but maybe they are not related by blood. Whatever.Elinor has been nothing but annoying since the last few days. Abel asked her to keep company while he's away, so she's been popping everywher
She’s walking down the deserted, dark streets, heading in the direction of light, jumping at the slightest noises that seem amplified in the quiet night. Celina had no idea about the road ahead; her feet still kept on walking. Why was she in such a place all by herself?Nothing made sense anymore.After what seemed like hours, she neared the centre of town, the dusty, gravelly roads of the outskirts getting wider, turning to the well-kept pavement. The young woman glanced around nervously, expecting someone to jump out and stop her, but no one did such a thing.Her heart beat up in her throat as she got closer to the light, the anticipation pounding in her like
/Javiers POV/The Prince wanted to cry tears of joy. He finally managed to recreate the spell, only sent Jade for help instead of himself. Usually, the one who performs the witchcraft make themselves visible. Javier could not bring himself to see Celina turn him down in the place Abel took her. Besides, he's sure that once she finds him in her dream, the maid may wake up abruptly, ending his little trick.According to the clear instructions scrawled in the witch's messy handwriting, it said that the incantation could be performed only when the person is asleep. And everything he/she sees in the dream could he solely controlled by the person casting the spell. Javier made sure not to add dramatics, simply lead Celina to a door that will bring her to Jade.&
/tw: mentions of pregnancy, abortion/ Please do not proceed forward if you are uncomfortable with either of the topics. Again the views expressed in the books are purely for the sake of the story and not my own.***When Celina heard the door open, she's stillhunched over, the tips of finger cold and hands trembling. Her sobs have turned into sniffled, the sound echoing around the room. As soon as Abel came into her view, she opened her mouth, but no words came out; her heart was racing. The look on his face made a weight drop to her stomach."Are you going to keep it?"Before answering, she just sank to the floor, hugging her knees to the chest. It took her few seconds to see through the blurry vision, swallow th
Instead of turning away from the door and walking back to her room, Celina stayed behind. She knew it was wrong. The young woman couldn't forget the look that crossed Abels face when she told him about the pill. What was that all about? Huddling in the corner as not to be seen, Celina crouched behind the wall. The door was slightly ajar, all thanks to Abel slamming it with much force than necessary. Before leaning down, her eyes flitted across the surrounding just to make sure she's all alone. Releasing a sigh of breath upon finding no one in miles of long hallway, Celina diverted her attention back to Abel. Her eyes widened when she noticed a scowl on Leader Keith's face. Then the voices came. "What did you give her?"
Celina lied on her back and stared at the ceiling, breath shallow, trying not to move. The room was dark, woods completely burned out, leaving nothing but ashes and the distinct smell behind. She blinked a few times, eyes bleary and adjusting to the lack of light, slightly disoriented for a moment or two. Last night was real. The more she thought about it, the more breathlessness Celina experienced. She behaved like an oblivious fool all this time, doubting Javier when he's been trying to help her. Her body felt numb as she recalled the broken expression on his face, the defeated look as he watched her leave. The young woman knew he tried to stop her from leaving. She saw his reflection in the mirror of the car but remained motionless. Heartlessly Celin
Her lips parted in shock, a puff of white cloud forcing out of her mouth in the process. That voice. It sounded so familiar. Javier? Her inner voice rushed out, panic seizing her by the throat and squeezing her eyes until pain blossomed behind those lids. What if it's all part of her imagination? She refused to turn and meet her death in some underground alley where no one could find a trace of her."Celina, it's me."The sound echoed in her ears. She still stayed in the fragile position, fingers trembling as the maid fisted the fabric of her coat. Her nose brushed against the soft skin of her palm as she tried to cover her face. Why couldn't the voice stop taunting her? Celina didn't need a reminder that Javier was not miles away from her and proba
The little girl in pigtails perched on one of the towers, her legs crossed together. Celina was merely six years old when she learned that her father trained dragons. It was fascinating, igniting curiosity in her; that's why she followed him.Her mother would have forbidden her, but Celina skillfully sneaked away. Sitting by the railing, she got to watch the entire scene unfold in front of her eyes. It was breathtaking, watching as the dragons soared in formation across the sky, performing elaborate manoeuvres, shooting at targets both grounded and airborne with their claws or fire darting out of their mouth.Celina's eyes widened, watching as the dragons, as mighty as they stood, leaned in front of her father. One of them let her father stroke the maw, eyes rolling back. What was happening? How could her father not fear for