Among the many silent corridors of Nivera’s life, there was one voice that had never judged her, never questioned her silences or the secrets she refused to name. Martha.Nivera trusted few—almost none—but Martha had become the quiet exception. A young maid with a kind heart and a sharp tongue, Martha had been there from the very beginning, the day Nivera first arrived at the Night Walker palace. Back then, she had known nothing—not the customs, not the language, not even how to walk confidently across the cold stone floors. She had been a blank slate, alien and afraid. And Martha had been her lifeline.It was Martha who had brushed her hair without yanking, who had spoken gently but firmly until Nivera picked up words and gestures. It was Martha who had shown her how to sit with poise, how to respond to questions without inviting attention, how to survive the palace without being consumed by it. More than once, Martha had stepped in before Nivera could unknowingly break some unspoken
Alexandro’s POVSerena thought he didn’t care. That much was obvious from the way she avoided his eyes lately, the way her smiles dimmed slightly when she passed him in the halls, the way she pulled her hands into the sleeves of her robes when they sat near each other at meals—like she was shrinking, slowly, into the background of his life.But what she didn’t know—what she couldn’t possibly know—was how much effort it took for him to stay silent. To stay still. To pretend that she didn’t stir something in him each time she walked into a room.Alexandro stood near the training grounds, arms crossed over his chest as his warriors lined up for drills. His voice echoed across the courtyard, firm and commanding as he barked out orders. But his eyes… his eyes kept slipping back to her.Serena was across the yard, bent over one of the practice dummies. She wasn’t dressed for battle, not really—her coat was too light, her scarf slightly off-center—but she was trying. And gods, she was so det
It had been days since Serena saw the figure in the water—the woman whose presence still haunted her thoughts like a lingering melody. Despite everything going on—the tension at the borders, Alexandro’s coldness, and her own rising fears—Serena found herself returning again and again to that moonlit vision of silver hair and an iridescent tail vanishing into the dark river. She could still hear the eerie beauty of the song the girl had sung. It wasn’t just a hallucination. She knew what she saw. And it had changed something inside her.She hadn’t told Alexandro. Not yet. He was already slipping away, and she didn’t trust how he would react—whether he’d dismiss her, laugh at her, or dig too deep and uncover things she wasn’t ready to confront. But someone had to give her some answers. So, as they walked through the training yard that morning, Serena turned to the one person she trusted.“Kiara,” she asked, trying to sound casual, “do you know anything about mermaids?”Kiara stopped mid
Serena stood in the snow, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as the carriage carrying her brothers slowly rolled out of the Blood Moon stronghold. Their stay had been short, as Alexandro had intended, but it was long enough to remind her of what it felt like to be surrounded by family. Her younger brother had hugged her three times before climbing into the carriage, whispering, “Take care,” as if he sensed the weight she carried. Her elder brother, though more reserved, had pressed his hand over hers before departing, his eyes lingering with silent worry. For a moment, she wanted to call them back. Just for a little longer. Just until her heart steadied.But the carriage rolled away, the wheels crunching over frost-covered earth, and with each turn, a piece of her felt like it was leaving too.Alexandro stood beside her through it all, silent and unmoving, like a statue carved from winter stone. He didn’t offer words of comfort. He rarely did. But his presence was steady, relia
Nivera tried her best to stay awake as the carriage moved steadily through the snowy pass. She was being escorted, along with her husband, to their private vacation estate—an isolated manor tucked away between frozen lakes and ancient pine. She had been with Valerian for the past three years, and they had been married for two.No one in the Night Walker kingdom knew the truth about her origins. She had been captured by pirates from across the ocean, taken far from her world. What none of them realized—not even Valerian—was that Nivera was not merely human. She was a shapeshifting mermaid, a daughter of the sea. And for her own safety, she kept her true nature hidden beneath layers of silence and obedience.She glanced to her side. Valerian was watching the landscape pass outside the frosted window. His hand rested on her shoulder—not possessive, just present. A quiet gesture. In all the time they had lived together, they had never shared the kind of intimacy others assumed. They were
From where she sat beneath the bare-branched tree overlooking the snowy field, Serena watched Alexandro in silence. He was surrounded by warriors—training, commanding, analyzing formations like the war might start tomorrow. His voice was clear, sharp, carrying through the cold air as he moved through the sparring ground with his usual authority. She watched the way others looked at him—not with fear, but with the unwavering respect reserved for someone who had earned it, day by day, blade by blade. He looked like he belonged here, like this was his world—steel, snow, and strategy.But Serena? She wasn’t sure anymore where she belonged.She had heard earlier in the day that her brothers had arrived to join the Blood Moon army. For a moment, she’d been concerned—until she realized they likely weren’t here for long. She wasn’t afraid for them. They were capable, stubborn men, but they were walking right into a performance, not a battlefield. Valerian wasn’t launching a war. Not yet. He w