"W-what is it, my Lord?" I managed to inquire, feeling sweat prickle on my back.
I prayed it wasn't what I feared."Many events occur in this barracks, Seraphina," he began. "Considering the recent incidents, I believe it would be prudent for you to relocate to the palace. It would be safer there, and we can explore the royal archives." He finished, gazing at me with a mix of nerves and hope in his eyes.I gaze at him, my thoughts racing with his unexpected proposition.His words reverberated in my ears, and the gravity of his request seemed to press down on my chest.Me? Stay at the palace?"You jest, my Lord," I attempted to brush it off with a laugh."No, Seraphina. I'm dead serious." He replied, his expression serious."But-but why?" I blurted out. "The palace isn't suitable for someone like me.""And who do you think you are?" He inquired, leaning in closer."A nobody," I murmured,I stood rooted to the spot, my breath caught in my throat as the weight of Leon’s confession pressed heavily upon my soul. His words, "I love you," reverberated in my mind, unsettling the fragile peace I had so carefully cultivated. To hear such an admission from one I regarded as a steadfast companion, a trusted ally amidst the tumult of my existence, was to invite confusion and dread into my heart."You love me?" I inquired, seeking confirmation of my understanding.Leon, withdrawing slightly, establishing a distance between us. "Yes, Seraphina," he acknowledged, his gaze meeting mine, revealing a depth of pain and vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm me. "I cannot pinpoint the exact moment," he continued, his voice a low rumble. "Perhaps it was during that harrowing rescue in the lake, when I pulled you from the icy depths, your life hanging precariously in the balance. Or maybe it was when I offered you my horse, sh
I stepped from the car with a sense of trepidation, my heart pounding as I waited for some sign of the Prince’s presence. Surely, I thought, he would come to greet me, to personally welcome me into this new chapter of my life. But as I stood there, my gaze sweeping the opulent surroundings, it was not the Prince who came to me. A maid, her demeanor demure and her dress of simple yet elegant fabric, approached with a deep curtsy. "My lady Seraphina," the maid intoned softly, her voice respectful yet distant, "I am here to escort you to your chambers. His Highness has instructed that you are to be shown to your quarters and made comfortable. He shall summon you when the time is right." The maid’s words, though spoken with courtesy, brought with them a sense of disappointment that I could not entirely dispel. I had anticipated a more personal greeting, perhaps even a moment to converse with the Prince, to better understand
RION POV I sat at the head of the council table, my expression composed, though my mind wandered far from the endless droning of my council. My eyes were far from the detailed maps and documents spread across the grand oak table before me. Instead, they danced toward the tall windows where the midday sun poured into the chamber. I imagined how the same sunlight might be streaming through the windows of the guest chambers, illuminating Seraphina’s face as she settled into her new surroundings. The thought brought an unbidden warmth to my heart, though I quickly pushed it aside, maintaining my usual demeanor—calm, and attentive—but beneath this facade, a growing impatience gnawed at me. The table before me was cluttered with reports, detailing the movements of enemy forces along the eastern border. "Your Highness," I heard a voice addressing me directly, the voice cutti
SERAPHINA POV The morning air was crisp with the first light of dawn when I was led to the palace’s training grounds. The grandeur of the palace had already left an impression on me, but the sight of the training area was no less imposing. Vast and meticulously maintained, it bore the marks of countless hours of rigorous drills, the ground worn from the feet of many warriors. My heart beat with anticipation and an undercurrent of unease. I had trained before, under the guidance of Captain Kael, but the palace was different. Here, the stakes were higher, the expectations loftier. Every movement was observed, every flaw noted. I steeled myself, determined to meet these expectations. As I approached the center of the grounds, a group of trainees caught my eye. Their gazes met mine with a mix
KAELEN POV The moment Prince Rion’s presence graced the training grounds, the atmosphere subtly shifted. Ever observant, I noted the immediate change. Though my focus remained on Seraphina, I could not disregard the palpable tension that accompanied the Prince’s arrival. My eyes flickered toward Rion and Aric as they approached, Rion's gaze unwaveringly fixed upon Seraphina. The intensity in Rion's stare was unmistakable, a look that spoke of more than mere interest. I understood the nature of that gaze all too well, but I chose to temper my thoughts, burying any personal inclinations beneath a layer of professional detachment. "Seraphina," I addressed her in my customary composed manner, "that will suffice for today." I withdrew from her, my expression impassive as I observed the subtle shift in her demeanor—she avoided Rion’s gaze, her posture suddenly more restraine
SERAPHINA POV The afternoon air was thick with tension, whispers of an impending battle spreading like wildfire across the palace grounds. I had caught word of it whilst deep in my thoughts, my mind swirling with ways to persuade Prince Rion to grant me access to the royal archives. While I had already been granted access to the archives by the Prince, his written permission was still required for me to enter. This formality, though seemingly redundant given my purpose for being in the palace, was a necessary step. But as the clang of swords echoed from the training grounds and the boots of soldiers prepared for war thundered in my ears, my thoughts were unceremoniously shattered. I could not idly wait while the soldiers prepared for battle, nor could I shake the desire to stand among them, for the field beckoned me. I donned my armor—a simple leather garb, not as adorn
My breath caught in my throat as I observed him from the shadows. The Prince, usually adorned in the grand attire befitting his station, was now clad in more practical garb—a simple black tunic and trousers, designed for the exertion of training. I had never witnessed him in casual attire before. His appearance, in this context, was... different. He moved with an ease that seemed almost foreign to me, his usual royal bearing stripped away to reveal a man whose form was honed by years of practice and discipline. His sword sliced through the air with graceful precision, each swing accompanied by the low hum of steel cutting through the night. There was an intensity in his movements, a barely restrained energy that spoke of some inner turmoil—a struggle I had not seen in him before. I found myself unable to look away, captivated by the sight of him.
It was dead quiet, like unnaturally quiet. Normally, it was all screams, or groans of pain, or the soldiers' loud voices as they got drunk, or the girls screaming while they were being abused.But it was never this quiet."Lyra," I said quietly, trying to find my little sister. She was the only surviving family member I had left. The war has taken everybody away from me. When the war started four years ago, my father and elder brother were dragged away from our home to join the fight. I haven't laid eyes on them since. I didn't need anyone to tell me they were dead. My father and brother had no skill for the battlefield. There were mere omegas in a world that valued only the top dogs. Their lack of combat prowess left them vulnerable and unprepared, as they never deemed it necessary to learn how to fight. After my father and brother were taken to go fight in the war, my mother took my sister and I to a pack where she thought the war wouldn't reach. It turned out she was very,