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Chapter 9: Fever and Fear
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2026-04-02 10:46:12
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Bride of the Beasts Chapter 48: Come to My Chambers
ANWEN'S POVThe bathwater was warm, but I couldn’t stop shivering.No matter how many times I submerged myself, no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around my ribs, the chill kept crawling up my spine.It wasn’t the cold. It was the thought of what would happen tonight.I sank lower into the water, letting it lap at my shoulders as I tried to steady my breathing. My mind kept circling back to Fenric, replaying the day in jagged fragments I couldn’t quite piece together.One moment, he had been gentle—almost warm. The next, he had turned into something volatile and dangerous.I didn’t understand it. I had only wanted to say goodbye properly. To hold Arlo one last time before he was cast out of the kingdom forever.But something about it had made Fenric snap, and his mood had remained grim for the entire ride home.He hadn’t spoken a single word.He’d pushed the horse so hard that, at times, it had felt almost like flying on Rhydan’s dragon. But I didn't dare complain.When we reach
Bride of the Beasts Chapter 47: The Price of His Freedom
ANWEN'S POVFenric swung down from the saddle first, landing gracefully. Then his hands settled on my waist, and he lifted me down from the horse.The moment my boots touched the ground, I turned to him, my heart suddenly pounding far too hard against my ribs. “You… you’re letting Arlo go?” The words came out thin, trembling, as if they weren’t entirely convinced they were real.Fenric looked down at me. His smile held none of its usual teasing spark, no crooked grin waiting to pounce on my fluster.“Your birthday present,” he said.Before I could react, he took my hand and started leading me toward the fortress entrance. “I told you I’d do everything in my power to set him free.”I couldn’t breathe. Not properly. My chest felt too tight, my thoughts too tangled.For weeks, I had started to believe he was only dangling hope in front of me—keeping Arlo’s freedom just out of reach to ensure my obedience.But he had done it. He had actually kept his promise.I stared at him, still strug
Bride of the Beasts Chapter 46: Grimhold
ANWEN'S POV“Seriously, where are we going?” I asked Fenric for what was probably the fifteenth time.He glanced down at me as he carried me through Blackreach.“Do you ever tire yourself out, Anwen?” he asked with a grin. “Because I’m exhausted on your behalf.”Every attempt to get an answer earned me the same infuriating response: silence, a smug smile, or outright refusal.So by the time we reached the lower levels of Blackreach, I had finally given up asking questions.I let him carry me out of the fortress, through the winding stone corridors of the labyrinth, until the cold forest air brushed against my face.Only then did he set me down.We walked into the forest together. At the edge of the trees, something waited.An enormous horse.A glossy black creature so tall that its withers nearly reached Fenric’s shoulder. It looked almost unreal standing there in the shadows, its dark mane stirring softly in the breeze.The horse lifted its head and fixed its gaze on me, as though as
Bride of the Beasts Chapter 45: A Surprise Awaits
ANWEN'S POVThe world was shaking.At least, that was what my half-asleep mind concluded as consciousness slowly returned.A steady vibration and a deep, rhythmic rumble dragged me from sleep, tugging me toward wakefulness one reluctant moment at a time. Panic flared instantly.An earthquake, my mind screamed.My eyes flew open.The room was dim, washed in the pale light of early morning. There was no disaster. No collapsing walls. No trembling floor.And yet I could still feel it. The vibration. The rumble.I blinked several times, waiting for the lingering fog in my mind to clear. Then I turned my head slowly, wincing at the dull ache in my jaw.Brammon sat slumped in a chair beside the bed, his feet propped on the mattress. His head was tipped back at an angle that looked painfully uncomfortable. His arms were crossed over his chest, which rose and fell in deep, steady breaths.He was asleep. Actually asleep.I stared at him for a moment before my gaze drifted to the empty space be
Bride of the Beasts Chapter 44: A Sky Full of Wishes
ANWEN'S POVThe crowd around us swelled as more people gathered near the center of the square.Everywhere I looked, hands held glowing paper lanterns. Hundreds of them. Perhaps thousands.Their warm light bathed masked faces in gold and amber while the great pyre crackled nearby, sending showers of sparks swirling into the darkness overhead.I tightened my grip on my own lantern. Its paper sides glowed softly between my fingers.Then a deep horn sounded across the square, and a hush fell over the crowd.A single lantern was released.“It’s time, Anwen,” Brammon said beside me.I looked down at the lantern in my hands and closed my eyes.I didn’t whisper my wish aloud. Instead, I held it tightly in my heart.When I opened my eyes again, all three kings were watching me through their masks. Their gazes felt oddly heavy, yet warm.Finally, I lifted my lantern overhead and let it go. For a heartbeat, it faltered, dipping dangerously low. My breath caught.Then Rhydan reached out and brus
Bride of the Beasts Chapter 43: Twenty-One Years Ago
ANWEN'S POVThe moment Brammon pushed open the balcony doors, both Rhydan’s and Fenric’s gazes snapped toward me. Heat flooded my face so quickly that I barely noticed the cold evening wind sweeping across the balcony.I lifted my eyes just long enough to glance at them before immediately looking away again. Because if I kept staring, I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to stop.Rhydan stood nearest the balcony railing, dressed in a deep red coat with his usual high collar framing the sharp line of his jaw. The dark copper of his hair had been intricately braided along the crown of his head before gathering at the back, somehow making him look even more aristocratic than usual.Fenric looked entirely different from Rhydan, yet somehow just as striking. His dark coat was impeccably tailored, though not even expensive fabric could fully tame him. The faint scar crossing his eye only suited him more, sharpening the ruggedness that clung to him no matter what he wore.All three of them wor
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