The tone has been set! Hi guys, you might notice that chapters below are repeated previous chapters. I've been trying to get them deleted but it hasn't been possible yet so please ignore them. This is the latest chapter!
Daegal did not utter a word. Instead, he grabbed onto the reins of his horse and led it outside. A moment later, Naomi heard him galloping away. She raised her head to meet the curious stare of a blonde-haired stable boy. "What?" She snapped at him causing him to bow repeatedly before leaving the stables like his shoes were on fire. Naomi huffed and slapped her forehead. 'Why did I have to open my big mouth? What's Daegal going to think now?' When she half-turned to look for a mount amongst the many horses lounging in their stalls, her eyes caught those of another stable boy, this one dark-haired. He didn't run away though but instead nodded his head to a spotted grey mare two stalls to her right. Naomi let out a small smile in appreciation which the stable boy did not return but went back to his work of cleaning out an empty stall. She shrugged, dismissing his coldness, and approached the mare who eyed her suspiciously. After a few comforting pats on the nose and a helping
Naomi remembered flying...then hurtling toward the ground. After that, there was nothing.The fog around her cleared and she blinked, getting accustomed to the vicinity. Nezetta lay face-up on the sand with Daegal’s lifeless body next to her. There was no weapon in sight but his clothes were covered in blood.Naomi screamed at the sight before her but no sound came out. Her pulse thrummed frantically beneath her skin as she ran toward Nezetta and Daegal.Her shaking hands hovered above Daegal’s body, tears flowing down her cheeks. "How did this happen?" She thought. Nezetta moved slightly and Naomi noticed the blood staining her chest. She crawled to her. "My love..." She sniveled, pulling Nezetta to lay on her lap. Naomi rocked back and forth, cradling her head in her hands. Droplets of blood bubbled from Nezetta’s lips when she opened her mouth to speak. Her fingers caressed Naomi’s cheek gently and then, clutched her chin tight. Naomi's eyes widened as Nezetta’s obsidian eyes tur
Naomi had her mouth open in preparation for a quick and downright thoughtless response but she held her tongue at the last minute. She could not be too hasty. Here he was, Prince Daegal, asking her, the woman he believes to be Princess Nerina, why she married him when she was in love with his sister. What suitable response was there? Naomi couldn't answer as she would have if these were different circumstances. She had already made the mistake of revealing her feelings for Nezetta to him. Feelings that Princess Nerina was not supposed to have. Now how was she supposed to answer the question without revealing her true identity? "Princess Nerina, I like my questions being answered when I ask them." Prince Daegal’s hold on her fist grew painful and she winced. There was no mirth in his eyes anymore; only ice. Ice that reminded Naomi of Nezetta’s coldness when she told her that she would have to marry Prince Daegal. 'Come on. Answer him, Princess Nerina.' Shrill, mocking laughter fille
Prince Daegal was not certain why he felt guilty about the Alsayfian woman's death. Aside from the dream and the strong desire to help her, he knew nothing about the woman. So why does he feel like she has been ripped out of his grasp before he could find her? "What was her name?" Daegal stepped closer to Nerina who still caressed the painting like a lost lover. Naomi took a moment to answer, contemplating whether to tell him the truth or make something up. "Her name...was Naomi," She decided to say. "She was the bravest person I ever met. Took her life the way she saw it but never stopped fighting for the truth and what's right. I met her on a tour before our official engagement. She was sick... So sick but had the biggest smile on her face. The light in her eyes was the brightest I ever saw. I was by her side when she died." Naomi was not exactly lying. After all, she was dead. There was no way she could have survived that explosion. Flashes of it came to her sometimes. Entranc
Dreygor didn't try to eat Naomi this time and for that, she was very thankful. Daegal had done his magic and the wound on his dragon's wing had been healed and it was a smooth flight to Estoria from the Sykorian forests.Through the flight—a short one—Daegal did not say a word to her. However, his hand firmly held onto the back of her thigh for the entirety of their journey to prevent her from falling off.Naomi could only wonder about what was going on in his head. Their heated argument was still fresh in her memory. She was not sure of what she would do about her and Nezetta’s relationship.From what she had seen, she knew that Nezetta was a jealous and possessive person who never even wanted her to get married to Daegal. It was one of the qualities Naomi loved about her yet it would be something that would cause a big problem in the near future.Naomi was well aware that she could not keep Nezetta as an illicit affair and she could not make her marry someone else either even though
"Breathe from the pit of your belly, Princess Nerina. Do not breathe like a dying fish," Daegal instructed while he spun a coin between his fingers. Naomi rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time since they set out on their journey to Rynzonia. Daegal had been trying to teach her the ropes of her magic throughout their flight from Estoria to the outskirts of Lamesh, a small town bordering the towering and sprawling prison of Rynzonia. It was a day and some hours into their journey on foot and the only thing she had learned how to do was set a portion of the forest around them on fire which Daegal had hastily doused with a quick flick of his fingers and a spell that sounded nonsensical to her. Afterward, he sent her a glare that almost set her skin ablaze. "You are not even looking at what I am doing, Prince Daegal," Naomi spat as she tried out his instructions once again. "I do not need to look at you to see that you are failing woefully," Daegal replied, his face forward. Naomi's
The more he stared at her, the more he thought he was caught in a daze, mesmerized by the aura she let out. Months before, he had observed her beauty as something passing. A mere notice. Something he didn't dwell on. Yet... He couldn't help but marvel at how ethereal she was and for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Not even when she caught his gaze and held it with her cold, ocean-blue eyes. "My Prince..." Naomi murmured. She wondered why butterflies were fighting a thrilling battle in her belly. She was in love with another...but there was something... A pull that seemed to draw her ever closer to Daegal. Their fingers brushed against each other and Naomi almost flinched from the sparks that shot up her arms. Once again, those words from her dream that seemed to be from another time played in her mind. 'I will burn down the continent before letting anyone harm you.' Naomi's eyes fluttered shut and without thinking of anything else but the feelings blooming in h
Rynzonia was a hulking structure that erupted from the peak of a mountain, with large towers that touched the clouds. Naomi gazed at the prison where she and Daegal were supposed to infiltrate. She wiped off the beads of sweat that formed on her forehead. The sweltering heat from both the afternoon sun and the forest behind her only added to her worries. Naomi found herself wishing she was back home in her comfy bed, surrounded by the walls of her fully automated apartment. Yet, here she was, an imposter princess about to go against the emperor of an entire continent so she could break out the sister of the man whom she kissed not too long ago. Oh, the man and his sister just so happened to be the children of said Emperor. 'How has my life become this?' Naomi wondered as she shifted one strap of her travel pack to her other shoulder. "Is there a reason we are staring at Rynzonia from the edge of a cliff? It is very uncomfortable here and I am trying my hardest to not look down beca