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Valen's breath sends a shiver down my spine as he lingers close, his presence both comforting and unsettling. His words penetrate the haze of my thoughts, drawing my attention back to the present. "The blemish is totally gone," he whispers against my skin, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me.My mind races to catch up with his words. "What blemish?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper."The one left by the Algoth," he explains, his tone soft yet matter-of-fact. "I healed the cut, but there was still a pink mark. It's gone now."His proximity leaves me feeling exposed, vulnerable even. Instinctively, my hands rise, coming to rest on his chest as I gently push him away, the contact sending a jolt of awareness coursing through me. Clearing my throat and fussing with my dress, I avoid meeting his gaze, choosing instead to focus on anything but him. I can sense his smile, though, a knowing grin that lingers in the air like a tantalizing secret."Thank you for lifting

We all experience those moments when we're caught in the crossfire, uncertain of whether to intervene or remain silent. Right now, I find myself in the heart of such a moment.The tension between the two men is palpable, their gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Malevolence hangs heavy in the air, and I realize with a sinking feeling that I've unwittingly stumbled into the midst of their animosity. I need to extricate myself from this situation, and fast.Stumbling away from Baelorin, I feel his hand reach out as if to stop me, but it hesitates, frozen in mid-air. I come to a halt, my gaze fixed on Valen, who stands before me with a look of unbridled hostility directed at Baelorin. It's as if he's preventing him from touching me with his powers."Stop it!" I exclaim, my voice ringing out in the charged atmosphere. Valen's piercing gaze shifts to me, but I refuse to back down. "You really are insufferable, you know that?" I step closer to him, tilting my chin defiantly upward. Ba

As I gradually regain consciousness, the gentle caress of the wind brushes against my skin, offering a soothing embrace. Sheltered by a comforting presence, I discern the rhythmic beat of wings above, their steady cadence a reassuring melody in the stillness of the air. With hesitant movements, I blink my eyes open, seeking to acclimate to the gentle sway of flight.My gaze drifts upward, and I am met with the sight of my savior—Valen, his form silhouetted against the expanse of the sky. His focus remains fixed ahead, his movements fluid and graceful as he navigates the currents of the air. The realization that we are suspended high above the forest floor sends a shiver of apprehension down my spine, and I instinctively cling tighter to him, seeking solace in his reassuring presence."Stay still. You're safe now," Valen murmurs softly against my neck, his breath warm against my skin. I heed his words, allowing myself to relax into his embrace, finding comfort in the strength of his a

Perched upon the windowsill, I survey the scene unfolding below as the evening descends into a tapestry of lights and laughter. The Midsummer festivities ignite the meadows with a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning revelers to partake in the joyous celebration.Yet, amidst the vibrant spectacle, Baelorin's cryptic warning echoes in the recesses of my mind, a riddle waiting to be unraveled. What hidden truth lurks behind his ominous words? And what role does Valen play in the equation?With a furrowed brow, I tear my gaze away from the festivities below, turning inward to grapple with the elusive puzzle that Baelorin's statement presents. Fingers drumming restlessly against the window ledge, I contemplate my next move. Despite my earlier resolve to abstain from the festivities, an insatiable curiosity now compels me to attend. Maybe I'm being foolish for wanting to go but my heart keeps thumping out of control.With a determined stride, I abandon the safety of my chamber and make my wa

The mansion gradually fades from view as we ride farther away, the distance providing a semblance of privacy. Eventually, we slow our pace, trotting side by side along the path."Why do the Trials happen?" I finally voice the question that has been gnawing at me to Rhaenan.He remains silent for a while, as if weighing his words carefully. Eventually, he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging slightly. "There's no need for secrecy anymore, especially since... well, you know," he says, his gaze briefly flickering to me before returning to the path ahead."Just tell me everything," I implore. "Please. I deserve to know, at least before I face whatever awaits me in that cave."Rhaenan nods, his expression distant, as if lost in his thoughts. For a moment, I think he's going to get all emotional, but he maintains his composure. He's a Fae, after all—ice runs through his veins. Over the past two weeks, I've grown fond of Rhaenan, and I believe the feeling is mutual. I can't help but wonder how