*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,
*King Alexander*“The horses are getting restless, Sire.” Johan pointed out, but Alexander didn’t need him. He could the beasts neigh and hoove the ground from the platform. It was time to go. But still, Alexander lingered.“Sire,” Johan motioned again, pulling his sleeve. “If you want to postpone till tomorrow.”“No, let’s go.” Alexander turned, with one fleeting look, to the castle. But the door remained shut. No one was coming to see him off.“She’s really not going to say goodbye.” “Your Majesty?” Johan turned, but Alexander waved him off. It wasn’t meant for his ears.“Nothing, we’ve wasted enough time.” Alexander went for the stairs. He kept his face firm to hide everything. Instead, he turned to look up to the sky. It was littered with stars, and the moon was waxing.“It will be a full moon by the time we get there.”“It will, your majesty.” “I hope we won’t be too late by then.” Alexander clenched his hand as the carriage came closer. “We’ll just have to hurry-”“Wait!” Th
*Julia*The morning light stung Julia’s eyes as she sat up. It had not been an easy night because of the pain. But, sleep or not, it was time to get to work.“Mew,” The white cat grumbled as Julia got up. He yawned and stretched out his legs before sitting up to watch her.“I’m glad someone at least got to sleep.” Julia scratched his head to get a purr out of him. He begged for more, but Julia couldn’t waste any more time.It was time she saw exactly how bad it was. Julia stood before the mirror, looking at her new wounds. Her back and legs were riddled with thick red lines. Queen Belinda had stayed to her word. Julia was whipped with exactly 20 lashes on her back. But my poor legs. Julia touched them, careful of the puffed-up skin. Belinda had given each leg 20 on its own.“She didn’t need to be so excessive.” Julia lamented, but she wasn't angry or resentful. The opposite, actually, is that Julia could sympathize. Belinda wanted to make a point of it. And poor Julia had to
*Nicoli*“I don’t understand. It should be right here.” Nicoli kept saying it. But it didn't seem to work. It wasn’t anywhere.But that doesn’t make any sense. Stone figurines don’t just get up and walk off by themselves, do they? Of course not.“I swear I had it right here before I left.” Why did I leave it behind? Again, Nicoli regretted it, but his pockets were too small. It wouldn't fit.I should have just taken it with me. If I had known it would be gone- I wasn’t gone that long, though. For once, Hidi was actually serious. She didn't make any jokes or try any tricks. It surprised even him. Hidi was surprisingly mature about leaving back for Almony that morning. “I can’t stay and play with you forever, Nicoli. Though it has been fun.” Hidi was giving her last farewells.“But I need to start ruling my country.” Hidi then laughed at something. “But it doesn't mean you are off the hook. You better grow another foot when I come back. I am not fond of short men.”“Short- you're
*Admiral Nugen*“What is this?” Admiral Nugen mused as he went through his bag to find the atlas, and then he spotted the foreign object inside.I don’t remember packing this. Admiral Nugen pulled it out curiously. It looked to be some kind of journal of sorts. But it had no markings and was bound in some soft black leather. Too soft, Admiral Nugen could immediately feel the leather was of high quality. But that didn’t make any lick of sense. Nugen never had anything beyond what was practical. This journal was clearly expensive. Something he could never afford, let alone own one.So clearly, this isn’t mine. Admiral Nugen was sure of it. But then, why did he have it? “How’d you get in there?” Admiral Nugen moved to open the cover.“Who-”“Admiral Nugen?” The voice entered the tent before one of his men stepped forward. Admiral Nugen dropped the book to the side expectantly.“Do you have an update?” He asked but it was more a formality at this point. The news was the same. The vampi
*Mykhol*I know I shouldn’t, but- Mykhol lifted his eyes to steal yet another peek. The sight of Ana at her desk immediately curled something underneath his ribs.Suppose my parents were to see me right now. Mykhol clenched the book. It was a problem. He knew it was bad to be so obvious. Mykhol already saw their shock and horror. But so what? He was happy. And Mykhol had good reason to be. Both obstacles to their plan were gone. The king was still in Dawny. And now even Admiral Nugen was away. And Mother and Father are wasting no time enjoying their new riches. Mykhol smirked, touching the sleeve. It was another new gown. But, of course, Ana didn’t notice. But You never know when she might start to. Mykhol rubbed at the embroidery of a dragon. And when she does, she’ll be the one sneaking looks at me.It’s all just going so well. Mykhol curled his lips. So well, in fact, Mykhol’s only worry was what ‘company’ he would take later.Mykhol licked his lips. He had options. Almost
-Prelude-*Ana*“I don’t wanna go,” I look up. “Please, I’ll be good for Stepmother, ” But the nursemaid only smiles down at me.“You’ll be happy in Nochten, Princess Anastasia." She tries to smile. But it gets ruined between the tears. “You will be back with your kind.”My kind? I keep hearing that, my kind this and my kind that, over and over. But what does that mean? I don’t understand.“Please, I swear-” But the cold, snowy wind blows us back in a hard push. Behind me, something breaks.My hair- the bands snapped, and my hair is dancing in the air. It blinds my whole vision in a solid color of silver.Silver- I haven’t seen anyone else with that color Father once called it special—proof of the love between him and my mother.But I don’t know her. She died when I was a baby. And I don’t want it because it makes me have to leave. I want to go back inside where it’s warm- to go back to Papa."Don’t make me go,” I scratch at the nurse's hand. “Let me go!”“Your Highness,” She winces