Chief Azriel might have been the epitome of courtly graces; pleasant smiles, compliments, and all but in the sparring ring in the training yard of the Unity Rock that afternoon, he was a grim-faced killer. And when he turned those deadly instincts on Naomi... She had to throw up a shield as fast as possible the second she stepped into the ring because Azriel seemingly decided it would be a perfect time to put her magical reflexes to the test and throw a ball of fire at her. An hour later, under her training leathers, Naomi's body was slick with sweat. Her breathing came out in ragged gasps as she barely managed to dodge Azriel's fist which came flying at her face. However, she used the opportunity to slam her right fist into his jaw before he could send another punch at her. Her vicious attempt stunned Azriel for a moment and also made her knuckles sing from the impact. Naomi took a step back and then focused her attention on flexing and relaxing her fingers to ease a bit of th
"Pathetic." He removed the sword from where it kissed her flesh and pointed it down. "For Creator's sake, Naomi, use her body to your advantage. It is yours now. Yours to control!" Naomi bit her lips to fight off the tears that burned in her eyes. There was nothing she hated more than being embarrassed or scolded. "I... I...""How weak," Azriel spat. That singular sentence caused Naomi's eyes to darken with fury. "I am anything but weak." Immediately, she stretched her arm out to where her sword lay on the ground, and in a flash, it flew into her waiting hand. Suddenly, the weight became inconsequential as Naomi's eyes glowed an astonishing shade of violet. Azriel grinned at her transformation and bent his index finger twice, beckoning her to attack him. So she did. Her body spun and moved with a beauty that Azriel had only seen when watching Nerina herself but somehow, Naomi looked even better. Naomi snarled as she pressed attack after attack on Azriel who expertly evaded ever
The next afternoon, Meriana and Divya joined Naomi's training session with Azriel."Why does the most advanced witch on the continent need magical training?" Divya spoke up suddenly, surprising everyone since she had been quiet through most of the session.Meriana sent her a warning look but Naomi chuckled instead, a diversion already prepared. "So much has happened that you are not aware of, Lolo Divya and I neither have the time nor energy to explain it in detail. All I can say is that magic is a complex thing but I do not believe you would understand, would you?"Divya forced a smile onto her face and inclined her head in a bow. "Of course, Empress. My sincerest apologies for the intrusive question.""Forgiven," Naomi said simply.To ease the tension, Meriana added, "I was born with some affinity for magic and I can say with utmost certainty that Nerina is right. Magic is extremely complicated and even after all these years, I still have not mastered the art.""It would have been e
"It has been four days and yet no fucking progress!" Naomi threw the papers in her hands down on the table, rose to her feet, and began to pace. Meriana blinked, confused. "Forgive me, Nerina but is there something you are looking for that I am not aware of?" Startled, Naomi halted her frustrated pacing. 'Shit, I forgot she was here,' she murmured to herself then put on a shaky smile. "N-no. I was just trying to look at some military strategies peculiar to the Volcarians and it is proving difficult to grasp," she lied smoothly while rearranging the papers and placing a military tome on top. "Oh," Meriana nodded. "I wish I could offer my assistance but I was never great at history or war politics." Naomi shook her head. "It is fine. I grew up learning much of politics, war, and diplomacy but the royal Volcarians' way of life has become something akin to a myth. I thought it would be good to implement some of their tactics in this war because—" "Because the rebels would never see
"What have I done?" Naomi murmured as she straightened herself. "No, no... Meriana... I didn't mean for any of this to happen."Daegal hissed at the guards who had just watched the entire scene unfold. "Clear the room and speak nothing of what you have witnessed here."His command was quickly obeyed and in a moment, only he, Naomi, Azriel, and Meriana's dead body remained.Naomi covered her mouth with her hand, stifling the sob that fought to come out but she couldn't stop the tears from freely flowing down her cheeks. She tentatively walked over to where Azriel knelt on the ground, clutching his sister's body.His entire form was rigid. There were no tears in his eyes or pain or anything. He was blank, almost as lifeless as the bloodied body he held against his chest.Naomi fell to her knees beside Azriel and placed a shaking hand on his shoulder. Beneath her grip, she felt him freeze, becoming even more rigid than he previously was."A-Az... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never—This was
Naomi played with the rings on her fingers as she answered. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you."Tilting his head to the side, Azriel's eyes roamed the length of her body. For an instant, concern flickered in his violet eyes as he noticed how much weight she had lost but it was replaced with coldness, so fast that Naomi almost didn't catch it.He opened the door wider and moved to the side. A silent invitation."Thank you," Naomi said as she entered the room and turned to face him. Azriel merely shut the door, leaned against it then crossed his arms over his chest.'Okay, no sitting then,' she thought. "How are you?" she fumbled for an icebreaker, putting on a weak smile. Azriel chuckled softly then stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Is that what you came here for? Say what you want, Naomi. I have to meet up with Daegal for border patrol."'Border patrol? What's that about?' Naomi wondered but chose not to push Azriel's buttons by asking him. "Azriel, please. Please, forgive
"Breathe, Naomi. Just breathe. Remember your lessons. Just try... At least, it'll be said that you tried," Naomi muttered to herself as she walked to the middle of the training yard where Az stood with his back to her. Daegal held her hand before she could draw her daggers and turned her to face him. "I know, I know. It will be difficult to beat him. That's if I could even do it. You don't have to remind me," she said before Daegal could even utter a word. He chuckled and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her lithe frame. "I was not going to say any of that, my love." He broke the hug and gripped her shoulders, staring deep into her eyes almost as if he were looking into her soul. Daegal lowered his voice to a whisper. "Azriel always does a move where he spins to bring his sword around to cut. Whenever he does that, his wrist opens up and his grip becomes a bit loose. If you pay attention, time the moment right, and apply enough pressure, you can knock his sword out of his
"Nezetta? What in the world has she done now?" Naomi gasped as she snatched the paper from Daegal's grip and glanced through it, her eyes widening with each damning line she read.Slowly, she set the paper on the table and sat down amidst shuddering breaths.Azriel's gaze impatiently flickered from Daegal to Naomi. "Well, are you going to share this information with—"Before he could complete his question, the doors to the council chambers flew open and Chief Topher strolled in. Immediately, Naomi sat up straighter, putting on the strict, dignified pose of Nerina but carefully made sure to only look at him from the corners of her eyes so he wouldn't notice how much her eye color had changed."My deepest apologies, Emperor. I would have arrived sooner but there were matters in Drakova that I had to look into," Chief Topher said as he bowed before Daegal.Daegal nodded stiffly in response, his mind still reeling from the news he had just received.However, when Chief Topher made to occu