*Ana*“A letter?” Something perks up. Is it from Father? Has he written to say he’s coming back?“Is it from the king?”Admiral Nugen, meanwhile, sounds just as optimistic.Could it be Nicoli? Something jumps in my stomach. I love Father, but a letter from Nicoli would be -“It is not.” Aunt Funda lowers the tray like my hopes. I spy the sunflower yellow wax of Almony. “That’s… kind of Hidi.” She did say she would write. I do my best not to be disappointed.Admiral Nugen, however, does not restrain his.“That’s all you have?” Admiral Nugen looks over the tray. “You don’t have anything else? Are you sure?”“I know how to do my job, Admiral Nugen.” Aunt Funda says curtly. “Doesn’t mean you can do it right.” Admiral Nugen meets her tone.Aunt Funda lifts her brow at that. She looks after him before I see fangs come out. “Are you suggesting I—” “Thank you, Aunt Funda,” I cut over. “You can go now.” “Yes, Your Empress,” Aunt Funda bows stiffly. She makes to leave, but not before gi
*Ana*“Your Empress! We need justice!” “I understand that, but-” “Why are men dying from dirty bandages?” “Can’t you get them medical supplies, at least?”“I did-” But again, my words are swallowed up in the noise.“The Bulgeons are laughing at us- they’ve made songs.” “We want blood!” It’s almost in unison. “But the Bulgeons-” My words will not reach them. “Kill them all.” They chant together. “Kill the Bulgeons!”“Quiet,” Admiral Nugen booms over to cut them off.I didn’t think he could get so loud. But I am grateful. At least that stopped them.“Please,” I finally take a breath. “I understand everyone is upset. But we need to keep order.” I look over the crowd.”We can’t get anything done otherwise.” A few nod at my words. Most, however, are only waiting. Like fireworks, they only need a new spark to start again. I must work quickly, then.“Admiral Nugen,” I turn. “what do you have to say?”“Your Empress, this is-” Admiral Nugen starts, but as soon as he does, the spe
*Admiral Nugen*God damn it, Alexander! Admiral Nugen clenched his hands, watching Ana leave. The girl was no doubt upset.So was he. It was almost the worst he had ever seen Court get since Parsal. And it’s going to get worse the longer you are away. Admiral Nugen went with a look over to Mykhol. At that moment, Mykhol was taking the lady's arm to leave. He had a smile on his face and looked blissfully unaware. Admiral Nugen didn’t buy it for a minute. Today, the court's preference was practically screaming about who they wanted. Without you here to support her, I don’t have enough power on my own. Admiral Nugen pressed into his scar until he felt the dull pain. What’s taking you? Admiral Nugen hissed, frustrated, before hearing Pendwick.“I didn’t mean to imply anything.” “What?” Curious, Admiral Nugen looked up to see Pendwick shifting feet and holding his hands. “Do you think I should apologize?” Pendwick looked to the door. “Maybe I should?”“About what?” What was he goin
*Hidi*“Hildenberg, How is it I retire but still end up working? You are not a child anymore. Stop fooling around and return home. Remember, I chose you as my successor. But Your brothers and sisters can easily replace you. So don’t make me regret picking you. Come home now,Mama.”“Replace me, she says?” Hidi had to laugh. Mama’s just upset because she can’t have free time to spend with her lovers. Besides, her mother didn’t really mean it. Hidi was her favorite.“But what a way to ruin the mood.” Hidi dropped the letter down with disappointment. But it wasn’t like she didn’t see this coming. And Mama has a point; Hidi had to agree. Hidi had stayed longer than she should have. She had stayed through the entire winter to see it turn into spring. Which, she had to admit, was much, much longer than she had planned.“But it’s been so fun being here.” Hidi had to pout. Belinda was a gracious host. And it was by no accident she made Hidi want to stay longer. Her motives obvious
*Naska*How long does it take to entertain? Naska sharpened her fangs with a look from the clock to the desk. There, the tower of letters piled up. Naska never learned how to read and never saw a need to. But she wasn't oblivious. Even without reading, she could guess who the letters were from. The neat handwriting, light-colored paper, and perfume were a dead giveaway. “Yuck,” Naska plugged her nose at the smell. Why can't they leave my Mykhol alone? It was aggravating to see girls still come up or steal looks at him. If only I could tell them off. Naska hated the fact they still had to hide their relationship. But Mykhol insisted that until he was on the throne, they would keep quiet about them. So Naska had to bear with it.“My lord has always been popular.” He always was. But it has accelerated now. Mykhol had an invitation to a private gathering almost every day.Multiple times a day. Naska noted with a sting. Mykhol was barely alone now as it was. These wretches are g
*Ana*“It’s so quiet.” Now that everyone is gone.Bruno is away with Naska. Father and Hidi are in Dawny. And now, even Admiral Nugen is gone.“Funny,” I muse to the roses.I used to like the quiet. But now I can’t stay still for some reason.Perhaps because even Mykhol is busy nowadays?“He's always been popular.” However, it’s intensified as of late. Mykhol has so many social gatherings now that I barely see him.“How long has it been since I’ve been alone like this?” Dare I say it, am I lonely?I cradle the rose gently with one hand. This one is just starting to bloom. “If Maddie were here, she would put you in my hair.” She had a habit of doing that. I smile sadly.“Maddie,” Yes, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve genuinely been alone. Not since she came into my life. And even after when she- I sink a little, remembering.I must be so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear them come up.“Your Empress,” The voice starts. “Are you alright?”“ Sir Pendwick?” I look up to
*Ana*“Cousin,” I turn to find him before lifting my brow. Mykhol looks like he was in the midst of changing. His hair is a little jumbled, and his clothes are somewhat in disarray. It’s very unlike him. Is he in a rush for something? I wonder before catching myself staring too long.“Cousin, what are you doing here?” “Someone didn’t heed my warning.” Mykhol slides his hand down my arm to pull up my hand.“Oh,” A small gasp escapes as he not only takes it but brings it up to his lips.“Unless you like to make me jealous.” Mykhol’s lips press lightly over my skin.A shiver runs up my spine as he looks up.Jealous? “Don't be silly,” I mutter, quickly averting my eyes to calm my suddenly fast heart. “I would do no such thing.”“If you say so.” Mykhol lowers my hand, but not before weaving his fingers through mine.“Cousin,” I pout. But it’s too late. His grip is already tight around me.Mykhol must be in one of his grabby moods again.I wish he would grow out of this habit. I sink bu
*Alexander*“How long were you planning on doing this, Belinda?” Alexander held up the letters in her face.“Three letters are here!” It was Physical proof. Alexander didn’t want it to be true. But Johan was right. They found the letters in the study. There were three. Three letters all marked to him but somehow managed to end up in Belinda’s mail. Not, not just, they were buried underneath the pile for who knows how long?Or how long they would be there, which was the darker question.A question Alexander was going to face first.“What are my letters doing in your possession?”“I don’t know how they got here.” She doesn’t know? Was that the god's honest truth? No, Alexander couldn’t believe it even if he so very much wanted to because the evidence was right in his hands. “Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not.” Belinda raised one brow as if hurt. “ I’m sure this is a mistake, right Julia?”“Yes, your majesty,” Julia bowed. She looked more remorseful than Belinda. “You get so many letters,
Naska stared at the cup instead of taking it, more shocked than surprised at the motion. Someone poured her drink? It was indeed a first. No one had ever done anything for her. She was so used to doing everything for herself. And glancing up, the sight of who did, only made her more confused.It was one of the veiled women—a Bulgeon, a human. Her eyes lined in that inky black shadow seemed to regard her in silence just as she did. Her hand lifted the cup, steady, as if she were still waiting. Naska, not knowing what else to do, took the cup. But her eyes remained glued to the woman. Because of the veil, she couldn’t know what expression the woman was making. Was it friendly? Bitter? What did her face even look like under the cloth?Watching her, the mysterious woman moved with grace. She poured another ladle of blood, not wine, to steam against the glass. Her thin fingers peeked out of her sleeve to swipe a slice of meat to dip in, and she moved to eat under the cloth. Naska raised
*Naska*“What a joke of a party,” Naska muttered, baring her fangs as she leaned against the wall. ”Mine will be so much better.” Her pale red eyes flickered over blue and gold streamers hanging from the center of the high ceiling with a sneer. Ugly colors, she immediately found it stupid. But not as stupid as having to sniffle every other minute. Her nose was irritated and starting to run from all the damn pine scent in the room. Each breath was like choking on a bottle of soap. From the platform near the far wall, the gentle strains of stringed instruments played a song too delicate and indistinct for her to recognize. It filled the air like perfume—pleasant to some, she supposed, but meaningless to her. Light laughter floated between the nobles, punctuated now and then by the sharp clink of crystal goblets. Beneath the noise, however, the pressure in the room was thick. Everyone waited for Her Empress to return. The tension curled under the music like smoke, unseen but unmistakab
*Johan*As he entered the banquet hall, Johan quickly noticed quite a few things. The first was that King Alexander was nowhere to be seen, though Johan expected that. He must have still been talking with Queen Bratha.What surprised him, though, was that others were missing—two, to be exact. The handsome brunette prince was not in the banquet hall as he thought he would be, considering he did not see him in the lobby or even the line. He was gone, and neither was Ana. Who he did see was just Hidi.The giant queen stood out among the partygoers- not just because of her size. Her very presence seemed to overpower anyone who dared draw near. Those who attempted to pass her either darted their eyes down or weakly bowed before hightailing it inside. Johan could see that even that old coot kept a safe distance if anyone wanted to try to talk to her, like the ever-eager Sir Celbest.The blonde was not pleased about something, and Johan could easily see it. The girl had never been one to hi
*Nicoli*Nicoli held onto Ana like a man gripping the edge of a cliff—tight, unyielding, unwilling to let go for even a second. The very idea of releasing her, even to their father, was absurd. No. Absolutely not.He had waited too long, ached too much, spent years longing for this moment. And now that she was finally by his side again, he refused to let anything—anyone—take her away. Not tonight. Not ever. So be it if he had to fight off the entire court to keep her close. Vampire, noble, or king, he didn’t care. He’d take them all on.She was his Anastasia. And now that they were together, everything felt right again.A rare, genuine grin tugged at his lips—one that wasn’t for show, unlike the practiced smiles he wore in Dawny. This was different. This was real.But as they moved through the white halls, his excitement warred with Ana’s slow, deliberate steps. Too slow. She still walked like an old lady.Nicoli’s muscles twitched with pent-up energy, his entire body screaming to mo
*Ana*My body freezes, every muscle locked in place as Nicoli leans in closer. His face is inches from mine, and I feel my breath catch, a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation racing through my mind. What is he doing? Is…he going to kiss me?But we can’t—we shouldn’t. We aren’t children anymore.As children, it was innocent. Nicoli used to kiss me on the lips, but it was always affectionate—nothing more, just like when he would hold my hand or offer a playful hug. It was natural to him, something that didn’t feel strange, something I expected from him without question. But that was then.Now, we’re adults. And that changes everything.We can’t– I try to tell myself that, but something in me hesitates, unsure whether I want him to stop or... not. I’m paralyzed, my heart beating so loudly I can hear it in my ears. As his face nears mine, I feel the world shrinks, the air around us thick with tension. A strange eagerness stirs in my chest—a warmth I don’t understand. It coils through
*Ana*“Nicoli–” He’s going the wrong way again. I shake my head, the soft chime of my gold chains punctuating my amusement. But he insists on leading, judging by the stubborn set of his shoulders. He’s determined to get somewhere despite having absolutely no idea where that is.For the past twenty minutes, Nicoli has forged ahead with all the confidence in the world, only to crumble in confusion when we inevitably hit another dead end or loop back to the same hall. Left, then right, then left again. Each turn is taken with steadfast determination — and each time, I have to stifle a new laugh as we encounter yet another wall.“Nicoli, just let me show you–” I try, though I’m already bracing for him to ignore me. It would be far easier if he let me lead, though. This is my palace, after all. I know the twists and turns, the subtle variations in the endless white corridors. But he seems lost in his resolve. As if doing this out of spite at the challenge and not wanting it to get the bett
*Hidi*“But, what about me–” For once in Hidi’s life, her voice was too soft to hear—lost, swallowed under the sound of laughter. Their laughter. Hidi froze, her breath caught in her chest, her words useless in the space they left behind. Her eyes only widened as she stared after them, watching–watching, but not moving in disbelief.The two of them were running, laughing, hands clasped like children lost in their own world. And she was still standing here.She blinked. Did they really just… leave me?The air seemed too still while everything else moved too fast. Nicoli had been right there. Right there. She could have reached out, close enough to brush her fingers against his sleeve. But he hadn’t even looked at her. Didn’t even voice a hello.Not once.His sapphire-blue eyes had locked onto Ana, and nothing else had mattered.For the second time.A cool flick of irritation ran beneath her ribs, lodging itself somewhere deep inside her. She knew this was their grand reunion, knew th
*Ana*Standing between my aunt and uncle in the banquet hall, I must appreciate everyone’s hard work for the party. They really put in a lot of effort.The banquet hall is beautifully decorated with blue and gold streamers cascading down to the center of the high ceiling. Each arched window features a garland of fir and pine, filling the room with a clean yet sweet reminder of the winter outside. The candelabras are all set and lit with fresh beeswax candles, brightening the room and causing the windows to fog up slightly. The tables that line the walls are adorned with an assortment of cakes, meats, and double boilers filled with various types of blood for those who prefer.It’s everything I could have hoped for. And I swell with pride. So far, I think my first real celebration is going well. I gaze over the steady stream of new guests. Once again, I have to note that most of those arriving are unaccompanied men I spot yet another group. They put on a show by bowing or smiling at m
*Nicoli*“So… this is Nochten,” Nicoli whispered, his breath barely stirring the cold air. He paused at the threshold, eyes sweeping across the grand lobby. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was certainly different from home.His gaze traveled upward, taking in the domed ceiling overhead, the polished stone walls that gleamed in the candlelight. Beneath his feet, a mosaic of a bat soaring toward the moon—Nochten’s national symbol—stood in sharp contrast against the pristine white stone. The palace lacked the excessive paintings and portraits he was used to. Instead of gold trim and plush fabric, there was only carved stone and painted walls. Even the flooring was a departure from what he knew. No wood, only cold, solid stone.Nicoli's eyes caught the mosaic again, its intricate details holding him transfixed. Slowly, a small smile pulled at his lips.It suits her. He thought. Yes, it most definitely did. This was most definitely Ana’s home. But, where was Ana?He stepped further