*Ana*“They are doing it again.” Naska’s voice makes me break my concentration. “Doing what?” I look up from my book to find her at the window. She’s looking down with a growing sneer. “Pesky bastards.” She curses and closes the blinds as if to cut out whatever it is. It won’t work because the window blows them aside again. Today is windy with the change from summer to autumn. Time is moving on. And my coronation looms ever closer.I wish it to be over with already. I think sourly. This whole business is frustrating, and I hope I never go through something like it again.Especially if it is to do another gown fitting, I think, and eye the mannequins. I have new gowns that will replace my old ones, particularly my collection of purple dresses. As much as I hate to lose them, it's happening anyway. I’m the only one upset about it, though. I think while looking over the replacements. They are pretty, but none of them are purple, of course. I doubt they will be any time soon. Not if
*Mykhol* Mykhol took a deep breath as he looked over the new gown. It was exquisite. The gown had gold thread trim, and gems and jewels were everywhere. It sparkled in the light as the tailor moved to show off what could only be his masterpiece. It’s beautiful. Mykhol felt his heart quicken. It was the kind of clothes he had always wanted. It was regal and dripped with power. The gown may have been even better than Ana’s. But that’s the problem. Mykhol felt himself frown. “Tone it down just a little more.” Mykhol could see his words strike the tailor. The man paled as he looked at the gown. But whatever shock he felt, he did not show it for long. “Yes, My lord,” The tailor took the gown wordlessly. But not before his mother stepped in front to block his way. “ Are you sure?” Aunt Funda didn’t hide the pain in her voice. She seemed hurt at the idea. She looked back at the gown and lingered over the gems. “It’s already so plain.” She made a pitiful look back up. It was her w
Chapter # The Impatient Guests *King Alexander* King Alexander looked out the window to admire the seasonal change. The once lush greenery was turning into brass, gold, and red shades. It was a bittersweet sight. Time has moved on. King Alexander couldn’t deny it. It was months since Ana was gone, and months of silence only dragged on as he waited. “I hope everything is alright-” King Alexander didn’t get to finish the thought as the door opened. It revealed just the man he’d been waiting to see. “Well?” King Alexander met Johan’s eyes. He had left to see Nettle, the postmaster. “Has it come?” “It has.” Johan nodded, and Nicoli, eagerly awaiting the mail like a habit now, sprang from the couch. “Finally!” The boy was up and running over with his hands up.“Give me! Give me! I want to see!” “Son,” King Alexander brandished. But just as quickly, he couldn’t fault the boy. Nicoli had been waiting as much as he was. It’s here at last. King Alexander moved to take the letter and
*Ana* “The season has changed quite nicely, don’t you think, Naska?” I look at the roses. “I guess.” Naska glances over with little interest. Most are dead save the last few blooms. I wanted to savor them as it would be the last time I would see them until the following spring. “Just means it's going to get cold soon.” Naska goes. Again, she pulls the shawl around as if she is about to shiver. But she’s the only one. Bruno seems comfortable as he plays with a stick by me. “It will be winter soon.” Bruno goes, and I have to smile.“Yes, and it will be Nicoli’s birthday.”“Who?” Bruno snaps the stick and stares at me before it dawns on him. “Oh! The Prince. Yeah.” “Perfect, Bruno.” I pat his head. “You remembered well.”“I’m good at memorizing stuff.” Bruno declares as he moves to pick up a stone. He looks over it before putting it in his pocket. I guess it must be a good one.“You are, indeed.” I smile before something else dawns on me. “He will be nine this winter.” “Nine!” Bru
*Ana*I clench my teeth as the words spin. I don’t know what to think, but my legs seem to understand what to do. They take off as soon as it’s over.“Are you mad?” Bruno’s voice is small as he follows a few steps back. I almost forgot he was there. Bruno is a reticent sort of child. Even his footsteps are hushed.“I-” I can’t formulate the words. I’m not sure I should. Bruno is a child who knows nothing of this. It would confuse him.Besides, Bruno is not the one I want to talk to. I turn into the familiar hall to see Mykhol’s door. It’s left slightly open. He must be in there.“Cousin,” I push through without any warning. “We need to talk-” “Your Empress.” Naska scrambles to get up from the floor. Her face is flushed as she moves to wipe her mouth. “Why are you-” I blink but shake my head.” It doesn’t matter. I need to speak with my cousin alone.” “Alone? But why-” Naska frowned with a quick look at Mykhol, but he seemed unbothered. “Privately? This is a surprise.” Mykhol turns
*Admiral Nugen*Admiral Nugen was still in pain from the dungeons. But he worked hard to hide it just as he hid all the bruises underneath his clothes. He did not want to disturb Ana any more than she already was. Admiral Nugen could take care of himself. He didn’t like to worry her. It was what Admiral Nugen was worried about. And it seemed his worries were justified. All he needed to do was look around the room before seeing the disappointing reality. It’s good I came when I did. Admiral Nugen’s chest lifted as he caught one of the advisers yawning. Beside the same man, another leaned over to whisper something, followed by a snicker.No one is taking this seriously. Admiral Nugen narrowed his eyes on the man to make him stop abruptly and straighten up. He seemed to be paying attention now, but it was too late. As the light shone through the windows, it was clear that the room full of men did not want to be there.These men were to be her advisors. They were seasoned stagiest, gene
*Hidi*“Mama,” Hidi loudly sighed before picking up her fingernails. It was a dull affair for her because it meant waiting. But still, habits die hard, don't they?“Mama,” Hidi went again with a roll of her eyes. “Can you read any slower, mama?” Hidi dug her teeth under her nails to spit out the dirt. “Or maybe you need glasses?” Hidi stopped to smile as her mother made a face, finding out what she was doing.“Hidi, stop that.” Bratha, Hidi’s mother, made a face before giving up. Hidi, out of all her children, was the most headstrong. Bratha had gone over and over why she should stop the nasty habit. But of course, Hidi wouldn’t listen.“And be quiet, or I’ll behead you.” Bratha went, flipping the invite over again. “I need glasses? Ha,” She scuffed to herself. “I’m not that old.”“Could have fooled me.” Hidi widened her grin, making the jab. “Hidi,” Bratha flinched. Age was always a concern to her, though no one would guess how old she was just by looking.Bratha was still a vibran
*King Alexander*King Alexander could hear the horse jitter and neigh. They were growing annoyed by the weight of the reins and the cold air. They wanted to go, but Alexander could not abide them just yet. He still had to give his goodbyes, and with that, he turned to meet his family.Queen Belinda stood together with Nicoli. Her eyes were wet, likely from crying where no one could see, but otherwise, she stayed composed. Belinda even took the time to dress in her finest for him. It seemed important that she was beautiful to him the last time they saw each other, even when no one was around to see her. “You will be back right after, I expect.” Belinda’s voice was somewhat sharper than Alexander would have expected. She’s still angry. Alexander didn’t have to ask. But he pretended not to notice all the same. Otherwise, it just restarted the argument. Both did not seem to want to have this early in the morning.“Eventually, my dear.” Alexander leaned in to kiss her cheek, but Belinda
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