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When Nezetta raised her head, a small gasp escaped Naomi's lips. The once headstrong girl that she knew was gone and replaced with someone that she couldn't recognize."Nezetta..." Naomi stepped in front of Daegal and he moved back slightly to avoid touching her. "Naomi? Is that you?" came Nezetta’s shaky voice. "Fucking hell, what have they done to you?" Naomi gripped the iron bars till her knuckles whitened even further from the strain. "You are here. I am not imagining it?" Nezetta rose to her feet and slowly walked over to Naomi. Tentatively, she touched Naomi's hand and instantly, she released a relieved sigh. "You are here. Oh My... I thought you were never going to show up and—" She paused once her eyes met Daegal’s with the flickering flames in his hands. "Brother, you are present as well," She stated with a blank expression on her face. "Nez... Are you alright? Nothing untoward occurred?" Daegal asked, his brows creased from worry. "Nothing happened. I have been here...
"Tell me you knew about this and have come up with some method of escape. Do not tell me that all your silence was for nothing!" Naomi glared at Daegal whilst moving away from the sharp edge of the cliff before her.More silence from Daegal and the howling of the wind was all she heard."Fantastic," She muttered, rolling her eyes."There is supposed to be a bridge here. It was used to bring in prisoners from the west but it got blown away in a heavy storm and I believe they saw no reason to fix it when they could just bring the prisoners in from the south, east, or north," Nezetta chimed in with a shrug of her shoulders."Of course. That is very helpful information at this moment," Naomi responded. Her tone was acerbic as she folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot against the rocky ground.She didn't want to be mean but her irritation had grown exponentially and even when it wasn't Nezetta’s fault but Daegal’s, she found herself transferring the aggression to Nezetta."M
Naomi stood frozen in place as Daegal’s eyes roamed over her nude figure. The damp cloth she used in drying herself hung limp in her hands. Their eyes clashed in a heated gaze. Not one of them wanted to look away. Until Naomi snapped out of her daze and brought her hand up to cover her breasts. That was when Daegal finally blinked out of his stupor and turned away. "Oh...Princess Nerina. My apologies," He coughed into his palm, glancing everywhere except at her. "It's-it's fine." Naomi shook her head, wondering why she was stuttering in the first place. Why was she flushed? Why wasn't she screaming bloody murder or making an effort to cover the rest of her body? Against his better judgment, Daegal’s eyes returned to her skin which still bore droplets of water. Without giving a single thought to her actions, Naomi's hand fell from her breasts, revealing them to Daegal once more. 'What the hell am I doing?' She chided herself internally but still, she made no move to hide a
"I swear I can explain, Daegal." Naomi wracked her brain for a lie. Anything that would make her not have to admit what she had been hiding from the minute she stepped into the continent. It was too difficult to talk about all that had happened from the beginning. Although Naomi meant to let Daegal know who she was eventually, she couldn't do it as she was yet to find out exactly what Nerina and Chief Topher's motives were. Telling Daegal would put him in danger. Naomi's body trembled that instant when the realization that she couldn't let anything untoward happen to Daegal, crossed her mind. "How did I not notice that I've fallen in love with this man?" She questioned herself, hiking the soft towel higher over her chest. Daegal's face remained stoic as he walked over to her tall wardrobe, pulled the doors open, brought out a floor-length baby blue gown with long sleeves and a high neckline, and threw it at her. She caught it with one hand and raised an eyebrow at him. "Dress.
Nerina struggled to hide the discomfort from her face and body as Dreygor made another jarring turn through the skies. 'What the hell was I thinking? Why didn't I fake an illness or something?' Nerina scolded herself as she held on to Daegal. She tried to relax her body to avoid him noticing her fear and tension but he still did. "Naomi? Are you okay?" Daegal spoke up past the howl of the wind around them. Nerina rolled her eyes. When Naomi had free rein over her body, everyone addressed her by her name, Princess Nerina. Now that her body was hers again, she was being called Naomi. Annoyance flooded her entire body but she pushed past it and cleared her throat. "I am fine but my right thigh aches," She complained. "Oh. That is why you are so tense?" Nerina nodded even though he couldn't exactly see her. "Precisely, my Prince," She agreed with his conclusion with no hesitation. 'He can believe what he wants to as long as it's to my benefit,' She decided in her mind. Sudden
Nerina threaded coils of her bright blue energy through each of her fingers as Delia oiled and combed her long, raven hair. After giving Nerina a thorough and very sensual bath, Nezetta stepped out a while ago to inform the cooks to bring some of Nerina's favorite snacks which gave Nerina the perfect opportunity to think. "It is done, my Princess," Delia murmured, head bowed as she took a step back from Nerina so she could properly view herself in the mirror. "Hm," Nerina barely looked up from her fingers. "Delia?" "Yes, Princess?" "Have you ever thought of your death? How would you like to leave this world?" Nerina asked, her eyebrows knitted together as the color of her magic increased in intensity. Delia snapped her head up in shock but when she met Nerina's icy eyes in the mirror, she instantly lowered her head and swallowed the lump that built up in her throat. "I-I do not understand, Princess," Delia choked out. Nerina shook her head and sighed. Then she clenched her fing
The next morning, Nerina went into the stables and was about to call out Nezetta’s name when the woman rushed out of an empty stall and like a blur, flew into Nerina's arms.Then, Nezetta pressed her lips against Nerina's, content to have her around again. Master Faizar had appeared to her once again the night before and while she had shunned him, a part of her still ate up his words.However, all of that vanished when Nerina tightened her arms around Nezetta’s waist, causing her to sigh longingly into her mouth.Nerina fought the urge to cringe and push Nezetta away from her body but that would be completely out of character for Naomi to do so she had to stick with the act she started."Look who missed me," Nerina said with a cocky smile on her face as Nezetta rolled her eyes."Is it so obvious that I did?""Yes, it is," Nerina confirmed."That aside. You are going on a tour of Asghavia, right? Would you be checking out the dragon arena?" Nezetta asked."I haven't questioned Daegal a
Touring was usually an effortless activity for Nerina but since she was pretending to be Naomi pretending to be her, she had to put in twice the effort.First, Nerina had to behave a bit clueless when she was with Daegal and listen to all his instructions with rapt attention even though she knew every single thing he told her.Then, the almost easy part was behaving like herself. What made it not so simple was that she couldn't play herself too well or Daegal might have gotten suspicious of her.The entire tour was just one big acting performance and by the time Dreygor landed back in the arena, Nerina was exhausted and couldn't wait to get everything over with.There were two things she had to do: Produce an heir and kill Emperor Vulcan. Well, her father didn't exactly say that she had to do one before the other. Since one didn't seem like it would work early enough, then she would have to go with the other."You know, I was promised a tour and not a war council meeting," Nerina star