After the first war that I partook in wiped out a nation and no small number of Warlandian soldiers, I decided I just couldn't stand by and watch it happen again and again. My own country was depleted, couldn't handle another war and Sartis Est, Dean's next target, would likely suffer a similar fate to the last country. So I did the hardest thing I ever had to do. I went up against Dean, plotted, schemed, begged and at last swayed King Edward and ended the Warlandian Wars with the House of Assassins by my side, making an enemy of my brother, a bloodthirsty killer, for life in the process. (Aria) I was not a stranger to war stories, but the ones pouring out of Troy were some of the most vicious, merciless ones I had ever heard. I found once he started, he couldn't quite stop. My heart went out to him. To the sixteen year old boy who had to go up against two grown men to liberate nations, including mine. When at last he did quiet down, I got up and
There were few things that felt as good as sitting next to her, watching the notes I wrote just for her flow between us. There was a beautiful calm that came over her as we turned my feelings for her into music. Sometimes I even let her add or change things.When the song was over, she said, “Okay, Troy, you win. Bart from now on.”I turned to her and took her hands in mine, looking at her with affection.“While I appreciate that, the song wasn't for Bartholomew. It was for the kid, Aria. It's messing with you. Let's go and see him, just for a little bit. We can leave whenever you want to.”Her eyes wavered.“50/50, right? For every half hour you spend with him, I'll answer one question. Anything you want to know.”She smiled and squeezed my hands. I wouldn't make her do it, wouldn't force my way into the moment if she didn't want me there. But I got the feeling that she did want me there, and she'd put it off too long already. Besides, I didn't give up infor
2019, December 22nd(Troy) “So, which one was it? Boyfriend A or Boyfriend B?”Aria smiled, taking her place next to me by the piano.“You know, A for Aaron, B for Bart,” I said, handing Aria her violin.“You're just full of surprises, aren't you? I suppose you really are the jealous type.”Only when she held her violin up to her shoulder and started playing did my fingers find the keys of the piano. Was it silly how I just assumed she would play with me now? Aria was so angry over the last two nights that I didn't see how intertwined we'd become, how I gave her little bits of myself every day. We hadn't played together in two nights.“Which one?” I persisted. “So I can know how jealous I should be.”“If you must know, Barry came by to see the baby.”She still couldn't say it, couldn't call him Ethan. I brushed off my concern. I was watching her, waiting for her to bring it up. Last night we decided to be in everything together, 50
(Troy) I wanted to take CC to the airport, but she said no, promising not to get on the plane if he did.“Pain in my ass to the end, aren't you?” I teased, despite the giant hole in my chest. She looked down at her hand and was about to take off my grandmother's engagement ring when I stopped her. “You hold on to that. Just in case you need it again in the future.”She smiled. “Playing with a girl's heart to the end, aren't you?” I approached her carefully and kissed her lips lightly. She leaned into me and deepened the kiss. The last time we kissed it wasn't exactly the most pleasant memory. It was by no means certain or even probable that we would make it back to each other, but if we did somehow, I was glad there would be more than just a muddled kiss between us. “If only the first one had gone like that. We might already be hitched by now," I mused. CC frowned and I smiled for her, despite wanting to return her frown with one of my own.
“What if she was standing right next to me right now? What about when you go back and she'll be before you again?” I pushed him away and my hand went for the door again. “Stop it,” he said, slamming the door shut again. “There are no other women in the room when you're in it. Not even her. Not anymore.” The oceans in his eyes were on fire and if he was lying, those flames made his lies my truth.“How long do you mean to drive me crazy like this? Can't you see what you're doing to me? What you've done to me? Just say you'll be mine. Tell me I can be yours,” he begged desperately, leaning his body against mine again.What was I supposed to do now? He was leaving today, and I meant to reject him, to protect my heart. I laughed at myself. I always knew. He had me from our first dance in that club. I was already his. Why did he have to make me say it?“I can't do what Diane did, Aaron. I can't look the other way. I can't wait and hope that it'll just be me some
2017, October 12thSartis Est (Aaron) I snuck onto the castle grounds the way Adele taught me to and then into the castle itself. Diane and Ethan's wedding had just ended, and I was meeting Adele in her room like we planned. This last second wedding meant that we had even less time together today, so I wanted to get to her quickly. Things back in Terres Somnia were progressing fast. Henry was being even more persistent now, so CC and I were leaving tonight instead of tomorrow. The wedding was very low key. Aside from the king, queen, Troy, Caroline, Keira and Adele, there were no other guests allowed, not even me. I wanted to go to spend more time with Adele, but Troy was still being overly cautious with Dean at large. As I made my way to the room I spent yesterday in with Adele, I stumbled upon Keira and Ethan making out in the hallway. Sensing someone's presence, Ethan's eyes went to me. He pulled away from Keira. “Please, don't stop the party on my account,” I said with a grin