Sage
After the ceremony, Elder Hedwig informed me that he would remain at the temple to assist in purifications, meaning I would return to the palace first. The carriage rocked gently as I stared out the window, watching the towering spires of the temple fade into the distance. The blessing ceremony had done little to ease the turmoil inside me. My mind was still plagued with questions, with whispers of the voice I had heard in the Holy Water. Everything I had endured. Every rejection, every cruel word, every moment of loneliness—was it all because of something beyond my control? If so, who was responsible? And why? The voice had told me to uncover the truth. But where was I supposed to begin? Also, Elder Hedwig had urged me to be strong, to secure my place in the empire, but the weight of rejection clung to me like a second skin. Damien’s cold words still echoed in my mind, cutting through my thoughts like a blade. I clenched my fists on my lap, trying to suppress the ache in my chest. “Stop the carriage,” I suddenly said, my voice firm. The footman hesitated but obeyed, pulling the reins. “My lady?” one of the maids asked, her tone laced with thinly veiled disdain. “I need to stop by the market,” I said, pushing the door open. “The market?” Lea asked. “Surely, we can send someone to fetch whatever you need.” “I’ll go myself.” The maids exchanged glances. “Then we will accompany you,” one of them said, stepping forward. “No.” My voice was sharper than before. “Only Lea will come with me.” The others bristled at my decision, but Lea, the only one who had shown me kindness since my arrival, nodded silently and stepped forward. The others didn’t argue, though their irritation was clear as they stepped aside. Lea and I walked through the bustling streets, and a strange nostalgia settled over me. The scent of freshly baked bread mixed with the crisp autumn air, the chatter of merchants calling out their wares, the laughter of children weaving through the crowd—it reminded me of my childhood. I used to walk these kinds of streets with my mother. She would hold my hand tightly, leading me through markets just like this one, pointing out trinkets and colorful fabrics. We never had much, but she always made sure to buy me a small treat. “Mom, can we get another?” I asked her once when I was little, tugging on her sleeve as we stood before a street vendor selling skewers. She smiled, brushing my hair from my face. “We can only afford one, my love. But that makes it taste even better, doesn’t it?” I blinked back the memory as a street vendor’s voice pulled me back to the present. An elderly woman held out a tray of skewers, her wrinkled face warm with a smile. “Would you like to try, my lady? Two for a fair price.” I hesitated, my fingers brushing the coins in my hand. The thought struck me—now, I could afford as many as I wanted. But the hollow ache in my chest made me realize that without my mother beside me, it didn’t feel the same. Still, I offered the woman a smile and nodded. “I’ll take two.” As I handed her the coins, a loud voice called out nearby. “Come! Gather around! A performance in the plaza is about to begin!” A small crowd rushed past us, heading toward the open space ahead. Curiosity tugged at me, and without thinking, I found myself following them. Lea hesitated but stayed close, concern flickering in her eyes. “My lady, are you sure—?” “I want to see,” I said softly, already moving toward the plaza. The performance had already begun. Dancers in flowing silks moved like water, their movements graceful, effortless. Music swelled around them, filling the air with a hauntingly beautiful melody. The lead dancer twirled, her expression serene, as if she had been born for this moment. And then, as I watched them, something in me cracked. The way the music wove through the air, the way the dancers moved—it reminded me of my mother. She used to dance for me when I couldn’t sleep, her voice humming softly, her hands twirling in the dim candlelight of our small home. I had been so young, but I still remembered the warmth of those moments, the way her laughter had felt like home. Tears welled in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but they fell anyway, streaking down my cheeks in hot trails. My chest tightened, my breath hitching as memories flooded me. “Mom . . . .” The word slipped from my lips, barely a whisper. Lea noticed. “My lady?” I quickly wiped at my face, shaking my head. “It’s nothing.” But the trembling in my voice betrayed me. Lea hesitated before stepping closer. “You miss someone important to you.” I swallowed hard, nodding. “Every day.” The music swelled, weaving through the air like an enchantment, filling the plaza with its hauntingly beautiful melody. I closed my eyes, allowing the sound to wash over me, soothing the ache in my chest, the one that had been growing ever since I stepped foot in the palace. For a brief moment, the weight of my reality faded, lost in the harmony of strings and the gentle hum of voices singing in a language I didn’t understand but felt deep in my bones. Then, a sharp voice sliced through the reverie, shattering the moment. “There you are.” My heart stilled, my breath catching in my throat. The voice was unmistakable—sharp, commanding, filled with an icy edge that sent a chill down my spine. Damien. He stood at the edge of the crowd, his piercing blue eyes locked onto me with an unreadable expression. Even in the dim lantern light, his presence was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the warmth of the atmosphere around me. I stiffened, forcing myself to stand tall as I turned to face him. “What are you doing here?” His jaw tightened. “I should be asking you that.” His gaze flicked briefly to Lea who had been by my side the entire time, before settling back on me with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “You left the carriage. Alone.” I lifted my chin. “Not alone. Lea was with me.” “That’s not the point.” His voice dropped, low and laced with irritation. “You shouldn’t be wandering around unguarded.” I narrowed my eyes. “I can take care of myself.” His expression darkened. “Can you?” He stepped closer, the space between us dwindling to nothing. “Because from what I see, you’re too caught up in foolish sentiment to realize how dangerous it is out here.” Anger flared in my chest, hot and uncontrollable. “Foolish sentiment?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “You mean having a heart? Missing the only family I ever had?” His lips pressed into a thin line. “I mean allowing weakness to control you.” Something inside me snapped. “Why do you care? Besides, if kindness is weakness, then I’d rather be weak than be like you.” Silence stretched between us, thick and charged. His eyes flickered, a brief moment of something I couldn’t quite place passing through them. But then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced once more by the cold detachment that had become his shield. “You’ll return to the palace. Now.” I clenched my fists. Every part of me wanted to resist, to defy him. But the reality of my situation loomed over me, unyielding. I had no power. Swallowing my pride, I nodded stiffly. “Fine.” Damien turned on his heel, expecting me to follow without question. And I did. But as I walked, my steps were steady and deliberate. The ride back was silent. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels against the cobblestone road was the only sound between us. Lea sat beside me, offering a reassuring squeeze of my hand, but even her presence couldn’t dispel the tension that filled the space. Damien sat across from me, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the window as if he couldn’t bear to look at me. The muscle in his jaw ticked, a telltale sign of restrained anger, but he said nothing. Minutes stretched into eternity. The quiet was suffocating, pressing down on me, yet I refused to be the first to break it. If he wanted to stew in his frustration, let him. Finally, he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “What were you thinking?” I glanced at him, feigning innocence. “I thought that was obvious. I wanted to hear the music.” His gaze snapped to mine, eyes narrowing. “You risked your safety for a song?” I held his stare, unflinching. “I risked nothing. I was in a public space, surrounded by people. No one even noticed me.” “That’s not the point,” he ground out. “If something happened to you—” “But nothing did.” His hands curled into fists. “You don’t understand the danger—” “No, Damien,” I interrupted, my voice steady. “You don’t understand.” He blinked, caught off guard by the certainty in my tone. For a moment, he said nothing. The intensity of his gaze bore into me, searching, unraveling. Then, he sighed, running a hand through his brown hair, his frustration evident. “You’re impossible.” I smirked. “So I’ve been told.” A flicker of something—amusement?—crossed his face, but it disappeared just as quickly. He leaned back, arms crossed once more, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have to fight this hard,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. I tilted my head, studying him. “Then stop making me.” His eyes met mine again, and for the first time, I saw something beneath the ice—a crack, a glimpse of the man behind the mask. But before I could say anything, he straightened, his expression hardening once more. “I don’t care what you do,” he said, his voice cold. “You are my responsibility, nothing more.” The words hit like a slap, sharp and unforgiving. I swallowed hard, keeping my expression blank. “Then why do you care what I do?” He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, before turning away. “Because it’s my duty.” After we arrived, he stepped out of the carriage, leaving me with the weight of his words.SageMany days had passed, and the palace walls seemed to whisper with the murmurs of the maids, their voices a hushed yet persistent echo of the reality I already knew. Damien treated me with an indifference that cut deeper than hostility—his coldness a sharp contrast to what fate was supposed to dictate. Their hushed conversations carried a cruel amusement, feeding on my misfortune. Lately, the rumors had taken a more venomous turn, twisting into speculations about my mother’s origins. I knew exactly who was responsible—the Empress, a woman who thrived on malice and manipulation.The air in Angentha was no different from the empire I grew up in, heavy with judgment and disdain. The glances cast my way—some subtle, others brazen—held a familiarity that made my stomach coil. I had been seeing those same expressions all my life: disgust, doubt, rejection.“There may be some mistakes in the oracle that the elders announced,” one of the maids murmured, the deliberate loudness of her voic
Warning: This chapter contains mature content such as violence, sexual assault, abuse, foul words, and major graphic descriptions not advisable for minor readers and people with traumatic experience.—SageThe weight of the stares surrounding me became suffocating, their whispers threading through the air like an invisible noose tightening around my throat. My presence was drawing too much attention, and the last thing I wanted was to be the center of a spectacle."Excuse me for a while, I'll just get something to drink," I murmured, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.Greyson's eyes followed me with concern. "Sage, are you okay? I didn't know my brother would escort Princess Rosana," he explained, his tone laced with guilt.I forced a smile, even though it felt fragile, like it would crack at any moment. "I'm fine. My throat's just dry."I turned away before he could press further.The momentary solitude did little to ease the storm raging within me. After a few minutes,
SageThe night Chase promised he would take me away from here, I had held onto his words like a lifeline. It was foolish, perhaps, to cling to something so uncertain. And yet, a part of me—one that had long been buried under years of neglect, pain, and duty—believed in him.Because Chase had saved me. Not once, but twice.And now, as I stood under the moonlit sky, the weight of his presence beside me, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—hope.There was something different about him, something that made me forget the world outside. He made me feel safe. Not in the way knights patrolling the palace made me feel safe, nor in the way well-rehearsed words of reassurance from nobles did. No, with Chase, it was different. It was raw, unspoken, real.And that terrified me.“Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, the moment would shatter. “Why would you do that for me?” I turned to him, searching his face for an answer, for something—anythi
SageThe atmosphere in the dining hall was suffocating.Despite the lavish spread of dishes and the golden glow of candlelight flickering against the grand walls, the air was thick with unspoken words and barely concealed hostility. It was supposed to be a customary dinner, a gesture of hospitality, yet it felt more like a stage set for a performance where every move had been rehearsed—except for the cracks forming in the façade.The Empress sat at the head of the table, regal as ever, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone like a watchful predator. Beside her sat Damien, his expression unreadable, his focus never once shifting toward me. Instead, his attention seemed fixed on his plate, the tension in his jaw the only indication that he was listening. Rosana sat beside him, draped in delicate silks, her hand lightly resting on his arm as if she belonged there. She smiled, exuding the grace of a perfect noblewoman, yet her eyes glowed with something far less pure—satisfaction.To her s
SageI had already decided by the time I arrived in the grand dining hall.I would not eat.The long, polished table stretched before me with an extravagant feast. Gold-rimmed plates gleamed under the chandelier’s soft glow, while goblets filled with deep crimson wine shimmered beside lavishly prepared dishes. Roasted meats, fragrant stews, and delicate pastries adorned the table, their aromas rich and enticing.But to me, it all smelled like poison.I moved with careful grace, lowering myself into my seat. The atmosphere was quieter than usual, lacking the overbearing presence of the Emperor and Empress. Without them, the weight of scrutiny was lighter—but not absent.At the head of the table, Damien exuded his usual quiet authority, his blue eyes unreadable. Theoden leaned back lazily to his right, murmuring in hushed tones to a noble, his smirk ever-present. Greyson sat nearby, his posture tense, ever watchful.And then there was Rosana.She was seated a few chairs away, graceful a
P.S - You can skip this part. This is a teaser for the book. Timeline: Chapter 01–05 - Sage's Childhood, Chapter 06–07 - Sage's Oracle and Consort Lesson, Chapter 08 - Sage's Life in Angentha Land, where she will meet Damien - her destined mate.-SageI had never been wanted.Not when I was thirteen, kneeling in the ashes of our home, my mother’s lifeless body in my arms as flames swallowed what little life we had left.Not when I was fifteen, shackled and bruised, another nameless slave among hundreds, learning that begging for mercy only earned more pain.And certainly not now.Not as I stood beneath the golden chandeliers of Angentha’s grand ballroom, wrapped in silks that felt like chains, waiting for a mate who had already chosen someone else.The moment I entered, the whispers started.“The slave’s daughter.”“A half-blood future luna? What a joke.”“She will just be the stain of the pure bloodline of our royalty. She’s always been nothing.”They did not even try to lower their
Sage's Point of View The ray of light was hitting the lids of my eyes which made me wake up. The traces of my mom were left in the bed, I'm sure that she is now in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. I stood up to wash my face in the bathroom, my reflection in the mirror put a smile on my face because I resembled my beautiful mother. The straight silver hair is my favorite part. Fair skin, and perfectly proportioned lips. Deep-set eyes, Sadly, I didn't get the color of her eyes because mine was aquamarine which I inherited from my father. When I go back to our room to get a towel, my eyes wander around the whole room. I could say that it's small compared to others but, I'm content living here as long as I'm with my mom. I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. There, I saw the slender body of my mom. “Good Morning, Mommy!” I happily shouted and hugged her from behind. “Hm. My baby woke up early, I'm planning to surprise you in the bedroom but I'm still not finished
Sage’s Point of ViewI walked up to him, smiling. He seemed tired and hungry. I handed him the barbecue.“Hi,” I said slowly, offering the stick. “Are you hungry? You can have this.”The child, whose face was covered in dirt, looked at me as if surprised. He carefully took the barbecue, his hand shaking as he accepted it. Even though he was clearly hungry, he still seemed cautious around people.I sat beside him to try to talk to him.“What’s your name?”He didn’t answer. His eyes locked onto mine, but his expression was distant as if he were lost in some other world.“Where are your parents? How did you end up here?” I asked, my voice trembling just a little. The words spilled out before I could stop them; my chest tight with unease.Still, no response. He just stared at me like he didn’t even hear the things I said..“I’m Sage,"” I continued, the silence making my words rush out, trying to fill the void. “My mom’s registering us so we can watch the performance here in the plaza. It’
SageI had already decided by the time I arrived in the grand dining hall.I would not eat.The long, polished table stretched before me with an extravagant feast. Gold-rimmed plates gleamed under the chandelier’s soft glow, while goblets filled with deep crimson wine shimmered beside lavishly prepared dishes. Roasted meats, fragrant stews, and delicate pastries adorned the table, their aromas rich and enticing.But to me, it all smelled like poison.I moved with careful grace, lowering myself into my seat. The atmosphere was quieter than usual, lacking the overbearing presence of the Emperor and Empress. Without them, the weight of scrutiny was lighter—but not absent.At the head of the table, Damien exuded his usual quiet authority, his blue eyes unreadable. Theoden leaned back lazily to his right, murmuring in hushed tones to a noble, his smirk ever-present. Greyson sat nearby, his posture tense, ever watchful.And then there was Rosana.She was seated a few chairs away, graceful a
SageThe atmosphere in the dining hall was suffocating.Despite the lavish spread of dishes and the golden glow of candlelight flickering against the grand walls, the air was thick with unspoken words and barely concealed hostility. It was supposed to be a customary dinner, a gesture of hospitality, yet it felt more like a stage set for a performance where every move had been rehearsed—except for the cracks forming in the façade.The Empress sat at the head of the table, regal as ever, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone like a watchful predator. Beside her sat Damien, his expression unreadable, his focus never once shifting toward me. Instead, his attention seemed fixed on his plate, the tension in his jaw the only indication that he was listening. Rosana sat beside him, draped in delicate silks, her hand lightly resting on his arm as if she belonged there. She smiled, exuding the grace of a perfect noblewoman, yet her eyes glowed with something far less pure—satisfaction.To her s
SageThe night Chase promised he would take me away from here, I had held onto his words like a lifeline. It was foolish, perhaps, to cling to something so uncertain. And yet, a part of me—one that had long been buried under years of neglect, pain, and duty—believed in him.Because Chase had saved me. Not once, but twice.And now, as I stood under the moonlit sky, the weight of his presence beside me, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—hope.There was something different about him, something that made me forget the world outside. He made me feel safe. Not in the way knights patrolling the palace made me feel safe, nor in the way well-rehearsed words of reassurance from nobles did. No, with Chase, it was different. It was raw, unspoken, real.And that terrified me.“Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, the moment would shatter. “Why would you do that for me?” I turned to him, searching his face for an answer, for something—anythi
Warning: This chapter contains mature content such as violence, sexual assault, abuse, foul words, and major graphic descriptions not advisable for minor readers and people with traumatic experience.—SageThe weight of the stares surrounding me became suffocating, their whispers threading through the air like an invisible noose tightening around my throat. My presence was drawing too much attention, and the last thing I wanted was to be the center of a spectacle."Excuse me for a while, I'll just get something to drink," I murmured, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.Greyson's eyes followed me with concern. "Sage, are you okay? I didn't know my brother would escort Princess Rosana," he explained, his tone laced with guilt.I forced a smile, even though it felt fragile, like it would crack at any moment. "I'm fine. My throat's just dry."I turned away before he could press further.The momentary solitude did little to ease the storm raging within me. After a few minutes,
SageMany days had passed, and the palace walls seemed to whisper with the murmurs of the maids, their voices a hushed yet persistent echo of the reality I already knew. Damien treated me with an indifference that cut deeper than hostility—his coldness a sharp contrast to what fate was supposed to dictate. Their hushed conversations carried a cruel amusement, feeding on my misfortune. Lately, the rumors had taken a more venomous turn, twisting into speculations about my mother’s origins. I knew exactly who was responsible—the Empress, a woman who thrived on malice and manipulation.The air in Angentha was no different from the empire I grew up in, heavy with judgment and disdain. The glances cast my way—some subtle, others brazen—held a familiarity that made my stomach coil. I had been seeing those same expressions all my life: disgust, doubt, rejection.“There may be some mistakes in the oracle that the elders announced,” one of the maids murmured, the deliberate loudness of her voic
SageAfter the ceremony, Elder Hedwig informed me that he would remain at the temple to assist in purifications, meaning I would return to the palace first. The carriage rocked gently as I stared out the window, watching the towering spires of the temple fade into the distance. The blessing ceremony had done little to ease the turmoil inside me. My mind was still plagued with questions, with whispers of the voice I had heard in the Holy Water.Everything I had endured. Every rejection, every cruel word, every moment of loneliness—was it all because of something beyond my control? If so, who was responsible? And why?The voice had told me to uncover the truth. But where was I supposed to begin?Also, Elder Hedwig had urged me to be strong, to secure my place in the empire, but the weight of rejection clung to me like a second skin. Damien’s cold words still echoed in my mind, cutting through my thoughts like a blade. I clenched my fists on my lap, trying to suppress the ache in my ches
SageMorning arrived, the warmth of the sun spilling through the windows did nothing to thaw the cold that had settled deep inside me. My eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, as the echoes of last night replayed in my mind. Every word Damien spoke, every cruel syllable, carved itself into my bones like a wound that refused to heal.A soft knock broke the silence, followed by the hesitant voice of my maid, Lea. “Lady Sage, would you like me to bring you breakfast? You barely ate yesterday.”I swallowed hard, the mere thought of food was making my stomach twist painfully. “No,” I murmured. “I’m not hungry.”Lea hesitated, concern evident in the pause before she spoke again, “But, My Lady, you haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. You’ll feel worse if you don’t—”“I said no, Lea,” I interrupted, my voice firmer than I intended. Guilt immediately gnawed at me, but I didn’t have the strength to take back my words. “Just . .
SageThe moment Damien left, the silence in the hut became deafening. The cold night air seeped through the wooden cracks, but nothing compared to the chill settling in my heart. It was as if the world had paused, as if time itself had stilled to mock my misery. I stood frozen in place, my wide, disbelieving eyes fixed on the door he had just walked out of. It felt unreal, like some cruel dream I would wake from at any moment. But the pain in my chest was too real, too sharp. He had left me. He had rejected me.A choked sob tore from my throat, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto the rough wooden floor. My body trembled violently, wracked with the weight of my sorrow. The dam I had built around my heart shattered, unleashing a flood of emotions I had tried so hard to suppress. Tears streamed down my face in relentless rivers, my fingers clenching into the fabric of my dress as though I could physically hold myself together. But I was breaking—spli
SageThe candlelight flickered in my chambers, its glow barely keeping the darkness at bay.I sat by the window, hugging my knees as the empire slept around me.I should be happy, shouldn’t I? The oracle had spoken—I had a fated mate, a destiny sealed by the goddess. But all I could think about was how Damien looked at me earlier today.Cold. Detached. Unmoved.When our eyes met, I had waited for something to happen: a spark, a pull, an undeniable force binding us together. But there had been nothing.Not even the faintest flicker of connection.A dull ache settled in my chest, heavier than before.I had spent my whole life wondering about the man fate would choose for me. I had imagined what it would feel like to meet him, how he would look at me with wonder, devotion, and the same longing I had always heard about in stories.But the reality was cruel.Damien did not look at me with awe. He barely looked at me at all.I squeezed my eyes shut, resting my forehead against my knees.Wou