“Let’s not make the babies go hungry, alright?...” Gavil said.
Khailis felt her cheeks go so hot that steam might as well have come out from them. She gently shoved Gavil’s face away.
“We... we just got here... and it’s morning time.”
“I know, my wife... It will be a long wait until night time. What if the eggs get weaker by then?”
“But -”
Khailis didn’t get to finish what she was saying. Gavil’s mouth descended into hers, and he gave her a long but playful kiss. When he had finished, she gasped for air and her heart throbbed. She didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until he had released her.
“I had missed you for a long time, Khailis. Did you miss me too?”
She had already answered him back before she had thought of the implication of his words. “Yes, of course...”
He kissed her on the lips once again, his tongue coming inside her parted mouth this time. Khailis was taken a back at first, but thinking that th
** Trigger Warning: This chapter contain details that are sexual in nature, which may not be suitable for all readers.**
“We can’t do it,” Langrion said firmly. He had already made up his mind. He was not going to follow the route Mage Silas and Templar had talked about earlier. “But -” Shia said. “No buts, Shia. Did you not hear what the repercussions were? That method is dangerous,” he said back. Shia sat down beside Langrion and sighed. They went back to the room after staying at the garden of Templar’s villa. It was only a few minutes ago when they listened to the discussion of the method Mage Silas and the Fire God, Templar, had proposed, but their individual opinions about the matter have not changed. After a few moments of silence, Shia spoke again, taking Langrion’s hands into hers. “Langrey, compared to the risk involved, our gains would be bigger. You would be free from the curse and the prophecy. Don’t you even want that?” Of course there’s nothing in the world that Langrion could ever want than to be free from his curse, but not at the expense of Shi
Langrion began to reveal his painful thoughts to Shia. “It’s not the wedding that worries me... It’s you... What if the Ancient Evil sways you to come to his side, hmm? I will be the only one in the losing end here if that happens...” That’s right... Who was to say that Shia would not get tempted to come to the Ancient Evil’s side? Once she gets trapped with him, would she be able to resist him? They have been lovers since the olden times. The goddess that occupies Shia’s body has a long history with the Ancient Evil. Wouldn’t she be swayed if they come face to face with each other? She turned her face towards him. “How can he sway me? I don’t love him. If I can be swayed, then I should have joined him when we were at the ball or when he tried to take me away at Gaulane. However, that’s not possible. I’m not Freya... I’ve got no feelings for him.” She clutched the blanket that enveloped his lap tightly. “I understand your fears. They are my fears too, but mor
After three days of staying awake at night with Gavil and attempting to infuse Pauca magic on the eggs as frequently as possible, Khailis had grown extremely fatigued. If she had known that marrying a magical shape-shifting beast and carrying his offspring could be this tiring, she wouldn’t have blown his marriage flute in the first place. Being around Gavil’s mother and the servants weren’t helpful at all too. They were so worried about the eggs that they wouldn’t pass any opportunity into pressuring them to make love. “How well are you doing at night, young one? I hope you are not neglecting your fatherly duties. You do know the babies need all the magic they can get, right?” Queen Argylla had asked again on the third morning. Of course, Khailis had the same reaction as that on the day when she had first heard her question; she turned so red that all she wanted was to disappear away from sight. How can a mother ask about her son’s nightly affairs like that?
After hearing Khailis’ sweet request and feeling her soft hands against his fur, Chibi could only happily comply. He let out two, energetic barks and started to float up in the air. “By the gods, Chibi, you didn’t tell me all this time that you can fly too!” Lady Khalis said in amusement, and again Chibi’s heart sank. If he only knew that his mistress liked the idea of flying, he would have taken her any day on his back to the ends of the earth. Gavil snorted. “Of course he can. Come, let’s follow him.” After making sure that his young wife had securely climbed up at his back, Gavil flapped his wings and rose into the air alongside Chibi. Shortly after, they landed at the inner court of the Temple of The Gods. “I can’t believe it! They’re here inside the temple!” Khailis hopped down from Gavil’s back excitedly and looked around. They descended inside a smaller, inner garden. It was very quiet that Khailis began to doubt that anyone was
“If you want to, then just go ahead. Perhaps you could get a more favourable result if you talk to him, but don’t expect me to come with you when you see him...” These were the last words that Galahad said before he disappeared again from their sight without any goodbyes or explanations. “That punk, he must still be at feud with him.” Templar said, frowning. “He’s in feud with the head god? Why?” Shia asked. “Well, they had always been in feud, you know... Typical of fathers and sons...” Templar couldn’t bear to upset her sister further by telling her that it had intensified because of Galahad’s insistence to guide her mortal body throughout her thousand and one lifetimes. He didn’t need to do this, however. Shia could read through his body language and nervous laugh. “I see... So, when can we talk to the head god?” “I’ll try to set a meeting by tomorrow. Let’s have this wedding as soon as possible so that brother-in-law could
“This is it – Head God Heedra’s room. You may now enter.” Templar said. Shia would have wanted to come with someone, or at least with Langrion, but Templar was instructed that he she should come alone. After staring at the door for a long time, she took a deep breath before pushing it open. Like the rest of the temple, the head god’s room was deathly quiet. The high ceiling of the whole temple made sounds echo so loudly that it hurts one’s ears. It was supposed to be an office, but it looked like a bed chamber. While still admiring the room’s beauty, she heard a couple of hushed voices inside the bed chamber. She walked on further to see who and what the matter was. As she approached, she caught sight of an entity she didn’t think she would see that day. “You can see it, but you won’t be able to do anything against it. That’s a shame...” The owner of the voice was none other than Galahad. As soon as she realized this, Shia hid further
“What if I curse your children and your descendants afterwards? Would you still continue to mock me like this?” Khailis was taken aback by Goddess Eily’s answer, but her own response had never been clearer. “W-Well... yes!” The goddess eye’s flashed with irritation. “You little -” “Sister Eily, you know Queen Argillya’s half-conscious promise did not hold any weight in them. The courts had also settled this matter already. Why don’t we make this an opportunity to make up with the Paucas, hmm,” Templar said, attempting to humor the irritated Goddess of Childbirth. Indeed, this predicament had always puzzled Templar. How could Eily even think, for a second, that she and Rahul were in a real relationship? What was Eily thinking when she extracted that promise to someone who was nearly dying while in labor? The goddess of childbirth didn’t speak for a long time. Of course she knew that a mother’s promise wasn’t exactly binding. She had always held
“Shia, are you ready? It’s almost time,” Khailis called on her softly, reminding her that the ceremony was about to begin, and yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the looking glass. She wanted to look back at this moment once again after she had successfully set out to do her task. She wanted to tell herself that the decision to kill Sirion would be for the good of everyone who was suffering from a curse, just like her and Langrey. It doesn’t matter what the repercussions will be. She just has to emerge victorious from this, no matter what. “Let me fix your hair a little bit,” Khailis volunteered. She adjusted the crown of baby’s breath and the veil on top of her head. “I’m sorry, we can’t be there,” Khailis muttered, “but we won’t be too far off. We don’t know if Mage Silas would carry you both off, so we’ll just stay vigilant nearby.” Shia laughed a little. “I don’t think he would try to, but thank you.” Khailis smiled back. “Well, if