"You should start taking off your dress."Belladonna frowned, attempting to move away from him, but finding her feet refusing her command, her whole body was, in fact, refusing her command. Eli did not observe her nervousness and if he did, he didn't show it as he went into the room and placed his mask on the bed. He moved through the space like he owned it, it was a sight to behold. One Belladonna could not fully appreciate because of her racing heart. He looked back at her and arched her a questioning eyebrow."You should have undressed by now, Donna.""All of it?" She managed to ask and he frowned, looking at her with deep assessment."That gown especially. You have to change that, it is stained with dirt." He covered the distance between them in three large strides and held her wrist, leading to her wardrobe. "Did you fall on your way to the den?"Belladonna's brows knitted into a line as she tried to remember if that had happened. Had she?Oh, she had!She had fallen, but it a
"You are free to go." The words had come to him from the darkness and Lytio doubted his ears.They must be hearing things wrong, or were they?That voice was unmistakeably the King's and there was no one else in the whole of Ignas that wore the kind of mask he wore to cover the monster that he truly was.Something he had failed terribly to do. Some could still see him for what he was and Lytio was amongst those that refused to be fooled by whatever illusion he wanted to create with the ceremony and inviting all the village heads. Lytio was no fool. If he was such a saint, he wouldn't need to pick up a bride every year. Besides, where were the other brides, and if this was just a way to pick the future Queen, what had he done to the rest that failed his test? Fed them to his dragon or fed on them like the monster that he was. He was no idiot. His Bell wasn't safe with him. She wasn't safe here!Lytio had been awake for a while. When he had first woken up, the darkness, the putrid
There were so many strange things happening tonight.His freedom was the first. His actual freedom!It was the strangest. Lytio had expected to be struck down while he left the dungeon or lead to the Execution Ground afterwards, or pulled right back behind bars but none of that had happened. Instead, he had, indeed, been set free. The other strange thing was the presence of two Royal Physicians that were waiting for him, along with his family, to go to Inaymi.It was puzzling for many reasons.They had Physicians in Inaymi, why did the King have to send Physicians along with them?It wasn't like they had done something of great value that he had gifted them two of his best Royal Physicians as a show of gratitude. If nothing, their presence at his ceremony had brought him nothing but trouble.Before Lytio left though, he had asked if he could at least see Belladonna, but the guard that had taken him down to the carriage had not said a word to him despite his pleading and his attemp
A knock came at the door and Eli straightened up.That only meant one thing. His messenger had returned. After all, his messenger was the only one that knew for certain that he was here. This room was after all not his study but a random room he had chosen to hide away from his Donna till he had achieved his aim. He knew that if he spoke to her, he would somehow reveal his plan and she would beg him to do otherwise. She wouldn't understand why he needed to be punished, what setting him free would encourage the others to do. She would maneuver her sympathy into a good speech and he would have no choice but to agree or argue with her when she was done. It would have made all these a lot more difficult.It was hard to refuse her. The door creaked a little as it pushed open."Your Majesty." A voice greeted him and he didn't bother to look up, instead he acknowledged him by pointing to the empty space, on the desk, he was seated behind.Then a small box was placed in front of him and
He shrugged. "He touched you.""So you severed his hand?""What?" She couldn't see his face but by now, she had come to know that he would be wearing a light frown beneath that mask. "You were not expecting that I would just allow him to go scot-free after what he did to you, were you?""You could have just locked him up in one of your many dungeons to teach him a lesson that takes an important body part from him forever.""His presence was tiring." He ran his fingers through his brown hair that was so dark, sometimes it got mistaken for black, his nails clicking against his crown as he did that. "I wanted to get rid of him as soon as I could.""You can't just go severing people's hands like that, Eli.""Why not? He attacked you. He attacked my Bride, his future Queen."She bit her lips."You've made him handicapped.""I kept him alive as you wanted, that is what matters. He should be grateful that I did, the ones that had boldly made the same mistake as he did, did not live past the
So she had gone to search for him, this time, she ensured to check every room on his floor. Most were locked and she hoped he wasn't in one of the locked rooms. She hoped she would find him here and not have to go to the floor above, the place that contained all of Eli's precious memories about his family, the place that had been termed forbidden for anyone to go to but her. Still, she would try her best to avoid the place. He had seemed very displeased when he discovered someone, who was unknown to him, her, had been there without his knowledge. She wondered if he was still searching for the person or maybe he had already found out it was her and decided to keep quiet about it. Sometimes, Eli was hard to figure out but he mostly would unravel himself to her if only she could just ask. That was it. She was scared to ask, not because she feared that he would do anything to harm her, she knew he wouldn't. She was scared that revealing that might lead to more and more questions that
"I want your gaze to devour me like this all the time."It was that bad?Her eyes were betraying her that much?!They weren't even keeping anything a secret from him, instead they were boldly betraying their owner, not even trying to hold back.She let out a shaky breath, observing now that the only thing stopping him from slamming himself against her was the paintbrush and palette occupying his hands, but he could easily get rid of that and before he would start thinking of ways to make 'the look in her eyes' last longer, she would have to move away from him.Create a distraction. She tried to look over his shoulder at his painting, but that was impossible nevertheless, she feigned an expression like she could see what was on the canvas. "That looks good." She complimented in a breath and took a turn around him, taking a step back and slipping away from his front to see what was on the canvas. It was just paint and paint, and mixtures of different paints all over the canvas.Her b
Belladonna wanted to say something to that, something heartwarming definitely, but she had leaned against the table, her hand slipping a little, making some of the scrolls tumble to the floor. "I'm so sorry." She said in haste as she hurried to the floor and started picking up the scrolls that went all over the floor."It is alright." He said in return, picking up each other carefully, like they were precious eggs and he was afraid of breaking them. As she picked them, curiosity got the best of her and she found herself unrolling one to check what it contained."My hair." She smiled, staring at the painting. He had been right, he had just the right shade for it.That reminded her of how his fingers always found their way to her hair. She never really gave more thought to it but now that this painting was in her hands, it felt so heartwarming to be desired like this.Eli looked up at her from his crouched state, before he stood up straight and went to the table to put down the scrol
Her stomach rumbled, but it was quiet, and for the sake of her dignity, she hoped that he hadn't heard it. “You don't need the sun, you need food; I know a place.”“Get out of my sun.”“I’ll take you there.” Quickly she was on her feet, his arm along her waist to keep her stable. “Are you even listening or are you just deliberately ignoring me?”“Deliberately ignoring you.” “What? I expect the elderly to behave with more sense,” she jabbed, annoyed with his interference. “There are no elderly here.”In a flash, he is with Arlo. Then before she could tell, they were before a table that must have been prepared for them only moments ago. She was dizzy from the speed but the lovely aroma in the air could not be mistaken; there was food here. She felt Ikrus push her into a chair and she took her seat, blinking to regain her stability and clear vision. When she finally did, she looked around. They were in a kind of glass room with flowers on the ceiling. The table before her was smal
She cleared her throat, changing the topic. “Is my age a problem for you, Ikrus?”He sucked in a deep breath, looking away, still thinking about why he had brought her and Arlo here - still trying to figure out his thoughts. “No. I was merely surprised, that is all.” “I’m not bothered either.” She leaned closer to him, a hair’s breadth between them, catching him off guard with her action. “Don’t worry,” she skimmed her fingers over his hair and he stilled, forcing himself not to move as more of her fragrance consumed his air. “I have always fancied old men.”What?!Old men?!Old men where?!“I’m not old,” he said, clearly offended. “You are thirty-two,” she said as she lay down and closed her eyes. “Exactly. I am not old.”She felt his shadow over her and she sighed, wanting the warmth of the sun on her skin once again. “You are thirty-two… and blocking the sun.”“That is not old at all.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, but his voice was leveled. She shrugged nonchalantly
She turned to him sharply, wheels turning dangerously in her head already to come up with a lie, her lungs clogging with fear, only for her to discover that he wasn't looking at her but at someone else. “Look! Arlo is walking!” He declared in hushed excitement. Aniya rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath of relief, tucking away the poison bottle. He didn't catch her, she could still kill him. “Arlo can walk.”“For long distances like that?” He turned to her, surprised. “Yes.”“Oh.”“In fact, we must redesign the room to accommodate him. He keeps on trying to pull things down.”Ikrus frowned. In a flash, he was holding Arlo who was strongly protesting against being held. He certainly wanted to play on the ground. “How old is the little one?”“Arlo,” she said, emphasizing his name, subtly ensuring that he wouldn't call him “little one” again, “will be two soon.”Ikrus nodded, taking the information in as he easily moved Arlo from one hand to another in his struggle to get down. “H
Aniya told her about the strange lily she found in her coin bag while telling her how she had come by it, although leaving out part of the poison, while watching to see if the witch had told Oana about what she was searching for. It didn't seem like the witch told her anything. “I have seen something like that in my room before,” Aniya said. “I’m scared of what it means and I am afraid—” she looked over to Arlo for the umpteenth time, “of harm coming to Arlo or me.” Oana was very concerned and she said she would tell the Alpha and Luna about it so that they could give orders for the Pack House to be thoroughly searched. Then Aniya asked, “What about last night? Why did the sun suddenly come up and merge with the moon?” She rushed to the window. “Everything seems normal now.”“Elder Superior said it was a result of something that happened in another realm. It is none of our concern; our Realm stays unaffected, and all the portals remain sealed.” Aniya panicked.Another realm? Wha
That night, after they had both eaten, Alaris took Belladonna to a nearby river, where a burning incense was placed on a leaf pad to float away. “It is to let go of the past and begin anew,” he has explained. It was something that helped Belladonna even though she hadn't known she needed it. Her heart felt lighter and with a more positive perspective, she left the river bank.The Belarion Rebellion and the rest of the Cave had fully returned now. Shortly after, Belladonna and Alaris started trying to create the army. They were once again under an open sky. Nyka watched from a distance, just like every one of the dragon people had been advised to do. Her father was right next to her, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was still injured from the torture he had received from the White King’s warriors that had captured him but he was terrified that if he as much took a step from her, the Heir would seize her and kill her. “What do I do?” Belladonna asked, trying to shake off the press
[LYCANS’ REALM]The coins vibrated on the floor, clanking as they added to the slight trembling she could feel around her. Aniya’s heart jumped. Quickly, she dashed to her bed and grabbed Arlo, taking him swiftly into her arms. She could hear a bell ringing from a distance. Voices of terrified people seeping into the air, even with her ordinary human hearing, the building chaos felt loud to her.What was going on? Before she could make it out of the room, though, she felt someone sweep her away, and in a flash, she was in an enclosed space, an arm around her, so that she held Arlo between them. She knew it was Ikrus; with such speed and the feeling of momentarily ease that went through her, it could be no one else. She hated the Matebond for many things but for this little ease that she could feel right now, she appreciated it a little. Even if this relief was a lie that everything was alright, it was better than the sheer terror she had been experiencing.The rumbling continued,
Finally, they were under an open sky.The Moon was full in its glory above them. “It is a perfect night,” Ny'ka said before intertwining her with Belladonna's.“Close your eyes.”She obeyed. “Think of the Bearer, of her grave, of her presence, and connect with her.”The Bearer. Belladonna allowed her mind to roam, remembering the silver-haired woman she would always dream about. She had never seen her face so there was no way she could see that. The image was blurry and soon it was nothing but darkness. “Open the windows, open the door,” she could hear Alaris' voice. Then she remembered her way of sealing the windows and the doors of her mind. So many things were happening in her mind. She could see the path to the castle, down to that room, to that sarcophagus, Then she was back in that room again - with the windows sealed and the doors locked.There was a white beam outside the window and a woman with long silver hair that shadowed her face.“Open the doors and the windows!”
“Don't kill me please, I believe now. You are the Heir, you are the savior. I see it.” Ny'ka begged. They were in one of the underground rooms, away from the people of the Belarion Rebellion and those of the Cave. This was something Alaris didn't want many to know about.“Please, take my life instead and spare my daughter,” Leader Tyrek begged. He knew what crimes Nyka had committed, the Priest told him everything.“You tried to kill me,” Alaris said to Ny'ka who was still on her knees, begging, tears running down her cheeks.“It was a mistake. It won't happen again.”Alaris smiled. “It won't.”He held her wrist and pulled her up, but while he did that, he crushed her bones, and pressing his flames into her skin, he healed her, just like he had seen it happen with Nightshade and that stranger in the Castle during their escape.It was an excruciating moment for Ny'ka and it didn't help that he did it again and again and again…By the time he was done, she was back on her knees, breat
The moment the ambush came upon them, some guards had taken Ny'ka and discreetly escaped from the scene. They were headed to the White King’s Castle to be highly rewarded for bringing to him the daughter of the leader of the revolution against him. They were supposed to take Leader Tyrek along too, but it seemed the guards who had him in captivity had been attacked. There would be much to tell the King upon getting to the castle. While they silently snuck away, Ny'ka found a way to free herself from the bondage and attacked them. She would rather die than have them take her alive; it was looking like that was the only option for her until she felt she had until Alaris' showed up. He descended from the sky with his massive leathery wings and he saved her; he killed the guards and swept her up into the air in his arms. In that moment, she saw what the others saw in him. A saviour.In that moment, something changed. “You saved me,” she said, the wind almost stealing her words away