Chapter 33 - Blow upGarren "Did Penelope cancel our meeting, and you just forgot to tell me?" My mother's soft voice filled the silence of my study. I stopped my pen mid-swoop. My head snapped up, unease filling me as I stared at my mother in confusion. Her blonde hair was down today, making her look younger than she was. To a human, she would look like she was in her mid to late forties. When in actuality, she was well over eight hundred years old, my father fifty years older than her. "No," I said cautiously, my voice coming out calmer than I felt. Ever the King as I was forced to remain calm even though I wanted to run out of the castle like a madman. I was insisting that a search take place to locate my mate. My mother watched me with assessing eyes, the corner of her mouth tipping down into a frown. "Well, I'm sure she just got caught up with training. I will reschedule with her. There isn't much more training I can do anyways. She is a fast learner, that girl. She reminds
Chapter 34 - Burden Penelope My body felt like it was made of bricks, each movement requiring more effort than the last. I groaned in agony, the light from the sun filling my room through the glass ceiling, basking me in all its miserably warm glory. Of course, the one time I go out drinking, the sun decides to make an appearance. I rolled across the bed, blindly brushing my hand across the top of my nightstand until I found my phone. I hardly used the thing here, only needing to use it to talk to Hilary or my parents whenever they called or wanted to video chat. They all knew I was busy, Hilary believing it was work when my parents knew the truth. It was a hard pill to swallow, the constant lying and evading of certain questions that Hilary berated me with every time we talked. I did my best to redirect the conversation back to her, which worked most times, but the guilt never gave. Instead, it only seemed to eat away at me more and more. It made me think of Reyna and her partn
Chapter 35 - LimitsGarren "Is she getting better? Is she even worth all this training?" Hydra growled, his tone filled with annoyance as he ran his fingers down his snow-white beard. I had been listening to the same debate for the last ten minutes. Hydra being the sole cause for my rising anger since the beginning of this dreadful meeting.He was older than dirt, his face wrinkled from age, his gray eyes dull. His hair was as white as snow. How he managed to stay in the council for the last two centuries is beyond me. Perhaps it was his incessant need to have everything stay the same since the beginning of time that kept him here, knowing that most dragons hated change as much as he did. Or maybe it was just that fact that people feared the stories of his past. Though from the looks of him, I didn't think those stories were true at all. Hydra probably hadn't lifted a single finger in his life. The stories of his past were just that, stories. Not a single scar marred his ebony ski
Chapter 36 - FaithPenelopeThis sword weighed a ton as I forced my arms to hoist the giant piece of metal into the air. I don't know how my cousins made it look so easy to wield anytime I watched them train. Goddess above watching Mildred practically twirl the sword with a single hand was a miracle all on its own, let alone the two swords she had strapped to her waist. "You're still slouching. Push your shoulders back and straighten your spine." Mildred instructed in a bored tone as she leaned against the fence."You know-" I panted, gripping the sword in a death grip, trying to keep the handle from slipping through my sweaty palms. "-I'm starting to think you're just doing this for your own enjoyment. You haven't even tried to fight me yet." Her golden gaze locked on mine, an amused smirk forming at the corner of her mouth."Fighting you right now would be like swatting a fly. You wouldn't even last two seconds. I deserve a better challenge than that. So quit your complaining and
Chapter 37 - Boundaries PenelopeI worried my lower lip as I stood in front of Garren's door, rethinking whether this was a good idea or not. In the two and a half months since I had arrived in Caspian, I had never made a move to enter his room. It felt like crossing an unspoken boundary, one both of us weren't sure we were ready to cross. We hadn't done anything since coming back from Kailani. We hadn't even spent much time together after the blow-up we had last week. It felt ridiculous, always overthinking every move Garren and I made. The constant push and pull we seemed to find ourselves in every time we were alone. Especially since we had already crossed a line when he had me screaming his name while he sent me into oblivion, but there was what we did, and then there was what we didn't do, and I wasn't sure if I could handle the weight of that on my shoulders on top of everything else. It didn't seem fair to Garren or me, even though he told me time and time again that I wasn
Chapter 38 - Death Garren *Five hundred years ago* The war between the witches and Dragons was going strong. It seemed like it was never going to end. It was even worse than we could have ever imagined. Our relationship with the witches had always been strenuous, but now our hatred toward them was set in stone.They were always after our ancient magic, trying to find ways to steal it to feed their thirst for power. However, not all the witches were as evil as the ones who first attacked us. Some I had grown to know over the years still helped us despite many refusing them, making wards to conceal our location and other types of spells to help heal the sick and wounded. Most of them were tasked with keeping the royal family and our kingdom under the radar. Their loyalties to our family and our kind never faulting in the harshest moments.But even that wasn't enough to stop the inevitable from happening. Not when our own goddess abandoned us and gave the witches all the information
Chapter 39 - New OrderGarren *Five hundred years ago*I don't know how long I sat there with my dead brother in my arms; it felt like hours when in reality, it was most likely minutes. All I knew was that my brother was dead, and I was the reason for it. The reality of what would happen once this war was over, weighed heavily on my chest, making it impossible to breathe. I never wanted the crown, the throne, or the kingdom. I was happy with what I had, thankful for being the second born. I didn't want to enact the age-old tradition my kind had used for centuries—a challenge to the death to claim a title. Suddenly I was consumed by rage, an unfathomable amount of hatred for the witches, Ryuu, and the king of the Underworld. But most of all, I hated myself boiled within me.As our warriors came running to our aid, their faces filled with horror as they looked at my brother and me. One with half a face missing, eyes void of all life, and the other on the verge of mass bloodshed. "G
Chapter 40 - Loyalty PenelopeMy heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces after hearing Garren's story. So many things made so much more sense now that I know the truth of his past, of his people's history. I stayed with Garren for as long as I could, both of us just sitting in silence, the presence of one another enough of a comfort. Though my mind continued to race with so many questions, ones I would ask him eventually, just not any time soon. After the battle, if I survived. When I won, I corrected.The promise I made, Garren, weighed heavily on my heart. It was a foolish promise, one that I knew held a lot more power than any kiss or bond ever could. But despite not being fae, I would try my damnedest to ensure I held true to that promise. I stayed with Garren until the fire died out, and a knock sounded at his door, signalling that our time was up before Garren walked me the mere twenty feet to my bedroom door, Draven's bedroom door, before he left with Gre