LOGINAdalia’s JournalDay 2,450.A month has died outside my window. The sun rises and sets, indifferent to the carcass of the life I built. They ask me to open the door, as if daylight would not burn what little of him remains inside this shadow.Adalia stood motionless before the leaded glass of her bedroom window, her cold forehead resting against the icy pane.She had not crossed the threshold of her chambers since the night they dragged her back from the Northern border. She refused official audiences, ignored the king’s repeated summons, and threatened to strike down any well-meaning servant who dared attempt to clean the room or draw back the drapes.For weeks, the heavy velvet curtains had remained drawn tight, suffocating the vast space in absolute, oppressive gloom. No ray of golden sunlight was permitted to touch the dark stone floor; no fresh mountain breeze was allowed to stir the heavy, stagnant air. The room was a tomb, preserved in the exact cold state of her broken heart.
Archer’s JournalDay 2,425.They say the dead cross into light, but I know the threshold is made of leaves and dark earth. I drag air into lungs that refuse to expand. If this is death, it is cold; if it is life, it is a punishment because she is not here.A brutal pull yanked at his spine, dragging his upper body through weightless fog, but Archer could not discern where the current was carrying him. His mind floated detached from his limbs, suspended in a thick, numbing daze. Every nerve in his frame throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, as though his flesh had been crushed and pieced back together by unsympathetic hands.When his eyelids finally fluttered open, the sudden, violent glare of unfiltered light pierced his retinas. He blinked against the searing white, expecting the vaulted stone arches of his royal bedchamber or the blood-soaked soil of the border clearing. Instead, the blinding glare resolved into a jagged canopy of vibrant green leaves swaying gently against an uny
Adalia’s JournalDay 2,424.They dragged me away from his body, but they could not drag my soul from his side. They tell me he is dead because his blood was on the ground. But a bond like ours does not break just because men are too cowardly to search the dark.King Lionell reluctantly turned his horse away from the red clearing, his heart remaining entirely behind with his son’s lifeless body. The retreat was forced; the remaining rebel archers were calling from the treeline, and to stay was to invite the total slaughter of both royal lines.Adalia fought violently against Xander’s tight, crushing hold the entire way back. She twisted, kicked, and clawed, but in her weakened, hysterical state, she was no match for his strength. She didn’t stop screaming—screaming Archer's name until her throat was raw and bleeding—even as the surviving garrison pulled away from the clearing and rode furiously back toward the kingdom borders.When they finally passed through the iron gates of the Sou
Adalia’s JournalDay 2,423.A single heartbeat separates life from the abyss. I watched the shadow move, trapped in the ice of my own terror, and in that silent second, the world shattered into pieces I can never fit back together.The minutes that ticked by in the quiet woods seemed like absolute hours. But finally, a scout was sent into the brush to retrieve them.Adalia and Novia helped Randi walk when he felt too weak from blood loss to keep his feet. Adalia watched as her brother and his young bride whispered incomprehensible, comforting things to each other in quiet gasps. Watching them, Adalia’s heart thrummed—she couldn’t wait to do the exact same thing with her Archer the moment they were clear of this nightmare.They finally emerged into the main clearing, where the once-green grass was now littered with bodies and painted dark red.Archer stood right in the middle of the field, waiting for them. His once-clean white tunic was heavily soiled, and his iron armor was smeared w
Adalia’s JournalDay 2,422.We paint war in glorious colors when we dream of it in quiet rooms. But on the field, glory is just the coppery smell of open veins and the cold reality that love cannot shield a man from iron.Archer wasn’t sure how he was going to find his sister in the vast, dense woods, but he silently thanked the heavens that he had insisted on her learning how to defend herself before she ever left the North.Every couple of seconds, as they rode, his eyes would drift sideways toward Adalia. He needed to know she was still right beside him. He didn’t know how he was going to fight knowing that she was in equal, deadly danger, but he would simply have to divide his attention and stay absolutely sharp. In a way, they were riding straight towards death in the cooling twilight.It only took them minutes, after riding their horses sour, to reach the ambush site.The battle was still raging in the dirt. Men were shouting, steel was clashing, but there was no immediate sign
Adalia’s JournalDay 2,421.Truth is a weight carried in the chest. I made promises in the dark when I felt alone, but light demands clarity. I cannot live a lie with the man who holds my heart, even if the past still tries to drag me backward.“Don’t do that.”Archer was slowly getting irritated by Adalia’s guilty expression each time their path crossed with Xander’s former post or when his name was spoken by the guards. It made Archer feel as if she didn't truly believe what they were doing together was right. However, to him, holding her felt completely perfect.“Do what?” She squeezed back the warm tears threatening to spill over her lashes.“I don’t like it when you make that expression,” Archer said gently, pressing both of his broad palms against her cool cheeks, forcing her to look straight into his hazel eyes. “Like what we are doing is wrong?”She reached up and pulled his hands down to her chest, holding them tight. “What we are doing isn’t wrong. But what I did was. I sho
*Dear world,My little brother Noel was born yesterday. His birth brings the tally to six boys and three girls. I think father is making certain that there is an heir and a spare (and a few spares for both the heir and the spare). I remember when I figured out my role in this world, as the f
Archer fell back on his straw bed. He was getting dizzy from everything he had just found out. The soldier in him told him it was right to remain behind, wait to heal, find out more information before leaving. But the romantic in him wanted to burst through the South gates and protect Adalia. He
Xander carried the tray of soup and bread into the dining room. But before he went in, he paused at the door, and added a little seasoning of his own. Adalia wouldn’t speak to him, so that meant they couldn’t get married. He had tried to be the gentleman and wait it out. His advances
Adalia crept out of the room assigned to her and her sisters. She was looking for Xander and had no doubt she would find him on one of the balconies. He loved to train in the cold night air. It kept him aware, he usually said. Just as she had expected the guards were roaming around the castle doi







