"I profoundly apologize for Pamela's behavior today. She is not always like that." He said for the umpteenth time when they got to the door. Belladonna was feeling much better now and she offered him a smile. "Maybe she is not used to meeting new people." He hummed lightly, and once again because of the mask, she couldn't determined what that meant. Was she the first Bride he was introducing to Pamela or was she the number... How many Brides had he even had in the past? She pushed the question quickly out of her mind, remembering their promise of taking one step at a time. Instead, she thanked him for the day. After what happened with the dragon, the King had taken her somewhere else they had talked about in the book, and that was the palace garden. It was the same garden where the Choosing Ceremony had taken place, just that this time around, it was just them and it was all for a different purpose. That was where they had lunch and spent their time just talking about ra
There were tress behind her and within the dark shadow was the vague structure of a man. Before she could even make out anything he was, immediately the dream started crashing before her eyes. She felt a terrible headache jam into her head and she fell to the floor, but instead of falling on the soft cold sand of the beach, it was like as if she fell right through it, into a dark abyss. She screamed in her dream through the weightless fall. Long penetrating screams from the depth of her throat. Then she jerked up, awake. Her eyes shot open, blinking to adjust to the darkness while her chest rose and fell, as her gown clung to her body, wet with sweat. She could almost feel the lingering pain in her head. Almost. "Just a dream." She mumbled breathlessly to herself. "It's not real. Just a dream." She said over and over again before she laid back in bed but she couldn't fall back asleep immediately. She kept on thinking about what had happened in the dream. The man had s
"Who are you?""I already told you. I'm whoseover you want me to be. That one person you really desire to see."She started thinking about everything. Who was that one person she really wanted to see, that one person that it had been so long since she had laid her eyes on them, causing her to miss them so much that she now dreamt of them.Also why was he hiding his face from her?Could this strange man of her dreams be the King?"Are you his Majesty?" She croaked.Then she heard him chuckle darkly.It was clear, like as if she was hearing it for the first time.How had she not noticed this before?That was exactly how the King sounded. His chuckling, it was exactly the same."That is a first.""So you are him?""I am who you say I am."She tried to turn around again but his firm voice stopped her."No! Have you forgotten the last time this happened? Have you forgotten what happened?""Why are you coming to me in a dream if you are him. Why don't you--?" She spoke, her words fast abd
It was like a surprise when she saw that the King had invited her to breakfast. Raquel was running around as usual, to prepare her for breakfast. Colin was his usual calm and collected self but today, strangely, Lady Kestra hadn't been here yet. Could this be because of what had happened last time?Anyways, she was ushered to the dinning hall where the King as already waiting for her. Now, she was used to seeing him in his mask that it had started to make no difference anymore.To her, that mask was his face.He stood up from his seat by the large dinning table, then walked up to her, complimenting her as usual."You always make the dress look beautiful.""As do you, for your mask."He chuckled and it instantly reminded her of the dream that she had.She had indeed missed him. The dream was reflection of her feelings after all.Strange.She had asked to see his face in her dream too and that was one of the things she really wanted. Could the dream be all her imagination of things
"Open your eyes."She did and she was stunned by what she saw. It was the Seven Skys of Effidel.Once again, another wonder she had read of in books but hadn't believed to be real.Water below, with the tip of the mountains disappearing into the skys of seven different colours above.She wondered where exactly this place was, if it existed within the high Walls of Ignas.So, she asked, "where is this place? In Ignas?""Outside the Great Walls of Ignas."Belladonna's forehead creased in confusion. If it was outside the walls, how then did he know about it? She had never heard of anyone going out of the Kingdom, she had never even thought that the places mentioned in the books to be outside the walls, truly existed. What exactly laid beyond those walls? Beasts, people like her or demons?"How did you know about this place?""When you fly above the high and mighty walls, what wonder won't you see?"She smiled.That explained it.She had always wanted to see the world. Know what was bey
She moved closer to the mirror in a flash, thereby knocking down some bottles that were on the dressing table.Were her eyes playing a trick on her right now?She blinked, running her fingers through her hair over and over again like a crazed woman, also checking her gown in the process.When she opened her eyes again, her gown was the same blue color it was when she slept in it. Her hands slowly stilled, she sniffed in her fingers to realize that the dampness was caused by sweat.Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit her and she had to lean against the top of the dressing chair for support. She blinked a couple of times again, chasing the fogginess in her mind away before looking back at the mirror. It was all normal, everything was normal.Well, that was crazy. A while ago, she had been seeing something completely different.Maybe she just hadn't recovered from her dream yet. There was a knock, making her look sharply away from the mirror and towards the door."Lady Kestra!" A guard an
"How did you know about the place?""I--" she swallowed. "I read about it.""Ah, maybe from one of the books the King had gifted you. I'm sure one of them had it.""Yes, yes!" She nodded quickly. How was she to explain that she had dreamt about it too. She would sound absolutely crazy. "And from books in her my Villages' library.""Inaymi?""Yes.""Of course, you pretty little reading thing."That nickname again? It made her feel weird but she had more important things to focus on right now.They kept on walking till they came across a side of the market, a stall sought of, where a man was sitting by a table, with cups laid face down on it. Some people were standing in front of the table, their eyes on the cups."You want to play the game?" Lady Kestra asked, observing how closely she was paying them attention, how interested she looked.Belladonna had always found the game fascinating but she had always watched from a distance for one and only one reason, she didn't have any coin to
Immediately, she felt Lady Kestra's hand pull her up, while she stood in front of her, shielding her. "Go your way." She said lowly to the crowd. That was the first time today, that Belladonna had heard that domineering tone she had always used on her when she had just gotten to the castle. They all left, mumbling between themselves."They don't despise you," Lady Kestra said to her as they walked away from the stall. "Don't feel terrible, they don't hate you."Well that wasn't what she was worried about. In fact, she didn't even know what she had been worried about and she couldn't be exactly sure of what she felt."They are not used to seeing scars. They are horrified that you have so many. It is a good thing though, don't feel somehow, now you have their pity."But she didn't want their pity, neither did knowing that they were horrified of her do anything to make her feel any better. It was only when Lady Kestra stopped that she realized that she had taken them to a Clothing Sto
“What is this?” Ny'ka asked, racing up to her feet.“The Stones of Prophecy. I already told you,” Ka'el replied, rising to his feet too. He groaned a little, his ribs hurting from the force that had tossed him aside.The stones had suddenly fallen to the ground, scattered; they were still glowing though. “I mean, what do they do?“I don't know!” There was a bit of panic in his voice, then he started to mumble to himself as he fell on his knees and started trying to collect the stones. “The King believes his daughter is in the Rebellion, and there are rumors of the Heir; he thinks they are working together.” He stopped and stared up at Ny'ka who watched him with a frown on her face. “That is why the Moon and the Sun came up in the sky because she is really here? But you said it didn't happen here, that it was from another Realm. It is from another realm, right? It isn’t true, Is it?”Ny'ka tried to grab one of the stones from Ka'el but it held it away from her. “Is his daughter truly
Then she felt like she was drowning and her words vanished from her lips. It felt like she was right in the lake and above it at the same time, hovering over the water and looking at the drowning child, while the drowning child looked back at her, struggling. Then she was finally in the baby and she could see Xinora floating over her as she felt herself dying in the baby — felt the baby dying. She saw Xinora stare right at her mother, who froze immediately like she had seen a ghost - it was what she looked like anyway, what she seemed to be. Then Belladonna felt the presence slam right into her immediately. Xinora had vanished and was now inside her as one being, the moment of her almost death creating the perfect space for Xinora to fit in. But just as Xinora had merged into her, she dissolved into the back of her mind like a mere pest fighting against a strong host. Her mother pulled her out of the water, her gaze blank and cold. Without a word, she wrapped her in a piece of clo
Trigger warning: Dealing with rape aftermath (from victim’s perspective) on page, and baby drowning on page. _________Belladonna paced the room. Two nights have passed since Alaris and her had discussed about Xinora. The Rebellion was healing, and she had sought out Ny'ka to help her with creating portals; although she knew that it might not work, just as it hadn't been working, but that was just how unpromising Channeling had been, and it had worked eventually. That wasn't the problem though. The thing was that Ny'ka was nowhere to be found. It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was.She was with Ka'el, most likely inquiring about their recent failure.Alaris had confirmed her suspicion, and here she was, in the room, trying not to drive herself mad with every single possibility that was crossing her mind.The Priest had drawn a tattoo on the top part of her chest, a little distance from her neck. He had smeared it with the blood of an animal, chanted some things th
Ny'ka went to Ka'el that night as the Heir had ordered, only to find out that he was with someone. Tsiri?What?What was she doing here? Why was she here? How long has she known about Ka'el? How did she get here?Why was she here?By Ina, what had she told him?!The White glow of the crescent moon above glimmered down on them through the shadows of the scanty leaves of the tall trees around them. The smile on Tsiri’s face was plain for Ny'ka to see, just as obvious as the doubt that dotted Ka’el’s eyes. What had she told him?!“Is it true?” Ka'el asked, his fist tightening around the small bag he had in his hand. She wondered what was in that bag but his next words made her aware of the greater problem she had before her. “Are you just fooling me?” He asked as his free hand anchored around Tsiri’s waist, making her smile widen. Disappointment flashed in Ny'ka's eyes and she frowned, blatantly ignoring Tsiri. “Fooling you? What nonsense are you talking about? And why are you with o
“Nightshade, do you have any memories of Jyris?”He was crouching in front of her. This room suddenly felt too small. Where was the air of ease?“No, except that he healed my ankle, gave me that gold ring that you tossed away and he was at the table with the King. Nothing else. I’m trying to but I don't remember anything else.” She wouldn't tell him about the strange feeling of familiarity she had when she had first seen him. That would be too dangerous. “You were in her dreams even when you weren't in captivity. So can you just go into people's dreams? Can you still do that?”“No. Her dream was the only one I could get into without being in captivity. But My freedom does come at a price. It was hard to lure the brides with my soul, and certainly, I prefer this freedom to that.”“Did killing her hurt you? Since the gems are supposed to be a pair.”“I struck her stomach.”“Why didn't you strike her in the heart or behead?”“I wanted to behead her and take her heart as my own; a litt
He heaved a sigh and sat next to her. “Well, it was after being King. I think the wars I had fought strengthened the connection with my gem; the lives I had taken fed it, and I dreamt of Xinora — well, she dreamt of me. It was the first time I would be in anyone's dreams.”Belladonna nodded, taking a mental note of that. “She was crying and lonely, and because the Gem perceived its master to be distressed, it sought a connection and found me. Xinora was terrified when we met; I was confused, too; it was strange. But then, I realized who she was and why I was there. At that time, I really wanted to come back here, to Vestros, but I knew it wasn’t time, I wasn't powerful enough back then.” He paused, before he continued. “The White King would kill me easily, but being in her dreams was like fate being on my side. She was the only weapon that could be used to kill me—”The only weapon?“Wait. Only a Bearer can kill a Bearer?”“Yes.” “So,” she turned to him squarely so she wouldn't mi
“And you didn't tell me? Why?”“It was over two centuries ago.” He stood up. “She stayed dead during those times, why would I think anything would come out of her now?”Belladonna said nothing and Alaris continued. “With you, I believed she had already been replaced. A new Master, her time was over, gone. The gems will always have their masters, I have discovered. At first, I was worried, but then you proved to be more than one with a mere link.”“I had visions of her. I told you everything.”He shrugged. “I thought it was just her lingering presence since she was the one who was connected to the gem before you. They are just mere visions, they don't suggest a powerful presence to get bothered about.”“You must be joking,” she stated, flabbergasted. “I had dreams of her every time and nothing ever really happened as a result,” he replied with a dismissive tone.“You know that is not true.”“Nothing “real” ever really happened.”With a realization, she stood up. “You are doing it aga
It felt compelling to desire more, it felt right… yet it didn't.Alaris pulled away being the first one to snap back from the spark pulling them together. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” He was gone in a flash, leaving her flustered. She couldn't think; the foreign and overpowering feeling was a driving force that sent her out of the room to go after him. She did, reaching the surface, however, and feeling the warm glow of the moon on her skin. Something else seemed to have possessed her, and she went towards the lake instead, strangely seeking the comforting feeling of the water and the floating relief. The reflection of the full moon was cast over the still water and the trees seemed to create a path for her. She walked into the water as a shadow warrior emerged from behind her; the only one of Alaris' shadow warriors that wasn't killed. It swiftly moved into the water, reaching out to pull her back but she turned sharply to it. “Go Back!” She ordered, her voice a gr
Breathing heavily, he turned back to her. “I’m sorry— I just— I was afraid that you’ll shift—”“I have been terrified that this day would come but I thought I was stronger, as strong as I was in your Realm. I knew I would be lacking the moment I saw that annoying thing healing your ankle with his flames,” he laughed, the sound dry of humour as he swept his hand over his hair, pushing it back. “At that moment, I knew there were many things that I lacked, many skills, so many things. I might have been a King there but here, I am like a child. I’m not better than any of those dragon shifters. I’m useless.” “You are not.”With a huff, he sat down next to her, feeling exhausted. “My pretense to know what I am doing can no longer save me. I’m fighting a lost war, Nightshade and you can see it.”He turned to her, to find her shaking her head. “Don't lie to me.”“I’m not.”“Alaris—”“Don't try to inspire me, it won't work.” “I wasn't trying to inspire you, I just want to tell you how disap