All Chapters of Whispers Of Ember Hallow: The Luna's Awakening : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I desire to learn more about you," Prince Rion expressed.I raised my gaze momentarily to meet him, then averted it.My fingers traced the hem of my tunic, a nervous mannerism I struggled to control. "Why?" I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper.Prince Rion leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. "You have displayed remarkable resilience and strength. I believe there is much depth to your character."My heart pounded. Trust was a fragile thing, and in my world, it was hard-earned and easily broken. My past had taught me that people, particularly men, often harbored ulterior motives. "My interactions with men have been tumultuous," I murmured softly, my gaze fixed on the floor. Prince Rion nodded. "I understand. But I want you to know, my intention is to support, not to harm you."I met his eyes, scrutinizing his countenance for any hint of deception.His sincerity was evident, yet my defense remained intact. "I appreciate your offer," I responded simply, my tone pol

Pain exploded in my side as his sword cut deep, and I staggered back, struggling to stay on my feet."Seraphina!" Leon's voice was filled with panic as he fought his way towards me.The leader's grin widened as he prepared to deliver the final blow. I braced for the impact, but it never came.I glanced up to see Alpha Kaelen engaging in combat with the leader, countering his strikes with precision."Leon!" Alpha Kaelan called out to Leon who was struggling to hold his ground. "Escort Seraphina away. Quickly!" "Yes, Alpha!" Leon acknowledged as he fought his way towards me.He reached me and lifted me up."Gods, Seraphina. You're losing too much blood." He expressed as he carried me away from the fray.As darkness claimed me, I caught a glimpse of a symbol on one of the intruder's weapons—a familiar emblem that eluded my memory.**********I awoke with a throbbing headache and a parched throat.Surveying my surroundings, I found myself back at the health center."Gods Seraphina," a v

As we continued to talk, our voices carrying on the gentle breeze, I caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of my eyes. It was Leon. He stood there, observing us.In the darkness, his eyes were hidden. The way he lingered and observed us sent a shiver down my spine.Suddenly, he turned and departed. My heart raced as I stared at his departing figure. That figure was Leon, yet he seemed like a different being. The energy surrounding him was not the usual charming, cheerful one; it was dark. ***********After the night at the training field, Prince Rion and I grew closer. Despite our deepening connections, I maintained my emotional barrier, shielding myself from previous heartaches with friends.The Prince’s frequent visits to the barracks sparked gossip among the soldiers, but I focused on my training, ignoring the rumors. Ember, Elera, and Leon remained distant, their interactions cold. It was a painful shift, but I concentrated on my training.Prince Rion's company ke

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

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