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đ±ïžSammyđ±ïžI still canât believe he was truly gone even after one full year of his death, and the fact that Iâm now king and done with college while Jayden is still in school, mostly home-schooled, is something Iâm still adjusting to. Some days it hits me like a punch in the chest, that Victor isnât going to walk into the room with that smug smile of his, teasing both of us, or reminding me that I still canât beat him at chess no matter how many times I try. And yet, here we are, running the entire supernatural world together, carrying his memory like a torch that never dims, making sure his sacrifice wasnât wasted.Jaydenâs been incredible through all of it, though, showing a strength I never knew he had. Every time we meet with rulers from different kingdoms, I can see him learning, observing, adapting, and somehow managing to stay compassionate while wielding a power most people couldnât even dream of controlling. The way he talks to them, the way he listens to the citizens, itâ
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïž âDo you want me around, or should I come over with your dada?â The voice on the phone was calm, familiar, and strong, and I could feel the weight of concern in every word. I wiped the fresh tears from my cheeks, trying to straighten my back, trying to pull myself together. I forced a smile even though it felt fragile, shaky at best. âPapa⊠Iâm supposed to rule a world. I have to be a man⊠a boy who still needs his papa and dada canât rule,â I said, my voice carrying the conflict I felt inside. There was a pause on the other side, and then his warm, steady voice cut through the fog of my grief. âAnd who said that, son? My son is a very strong man. He can do anything he sets his mind to. You think ruling is just sitting on a throne? No, son. Itâs being patient. Itâs knowing when to speak and when to listen. Itâs understanding your people, even when your heart aches for someone youâve lost. You are strong, Jayden. Donât let grief make you forget that.â I swallowed hard, t
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïž âBaby, you need to eat something.â Sammyâs voice was soft but steady, though I could see the edge of pain behind it. He was trying not to break, trying not to crumble in front of me, but I knew him too well. I could see it in his eyes, that familiar storm he always fought to hide. I shook my head slowly, my hands trembling as I clutched the blanket tighter around me. âDo⊠do you know how he⊠how he died?â I asked, keeping my voice as calm as I could, though the tremor betrayed me. It felt impossible to ask, even now, but I needed to know. The night⊠last night had been ours. It had been perfect, full of warmth and closeness, and I had woken this morning to a pain in my chest and a hollow ache in my neck. I had thought it was normal after everything but now the truth pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Sammy swallowed hard. âItâs⊠itâs been a full month, Jayden.â His words were careful, deliberate. âA full month since that night. You were⊠in a sleeping state. You
đ±ïžJaneđ±ïžI had been watching him for what felt like forever. The hospital room had been my world for a month, and he had been trapped in a deep sleep the whole time. Every single day, Iâd sit there, barely blinking, barely breathing, just staring at him. Just waiting for him to open his eyes. My heart had been aching, my chest tight with worry, every second feeling like I was losing him all over again.And then, finally, he moved. His eyelids fluttered, and the color in his eyes returned slowly, like the sunrise chasing away a long, bitter night.âJaneâŠâHis voice was faint, broken, but it was enough to undo me. Tears I had been holding back for weeks spilled over, hot and relentless, running freely down my cheeks. My hands shook as I reached toward him, needing to touch him, to make sure he was real.âYou crying, Jane?â His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile. And that smile⊠it shattered me further, because it was him, finally, here, alive. My tears flowed even faster.âYou loo
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïž I tried so hard not to cry. Goddess knows I tried. But the tears kept coming anyway. They slipped down my face quietly at first, then faster, like my body had completely ignored the command my brain kept giving it to stop. I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand and stared at the ground again, hoping maybe if I blinked enough times the scene in front of me would somehow change. It didnât. The smell of burnt stone and smoke still filled the air. The massive building that once stood proudly in the middle of the council grounds was nothing but a destroyed skeleton now. The walls had collapsed inward, the windows were shattered, and everything inside looked like it had been swallowed by hell itself. Fire had done its job well. Too well. Around the ruins were the remains of bodies that the rescue teams had already tried to collect. Most of them were nothing but burnt bones and ash at this point. I stared at them without blinking. My chest tightened again. So
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïž Pain. That was the first thing I felt before my mind even caught up with reality. Not the normal kind of pain either. This wasnât the soreness from training too hard or the dull ache you get after reading all night. This felt different, deeper, like something inside my chest was being squeezed by invisible hands that refused to let go. My eyes snapped open. I sucked in a sharp breath. âAh~~~â The sound left my throat before I could stop it, rough and shaky like my lungs had forgotten how to breathe properly. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. One beat. Two. Three. Each one felt wrong. Too heavy. Too painful. My hand immediately shot to my chest, fingers pressing against the spot like that would somehow stop whatever the hell was happening inside me. âJayden?â The voice beside me sounded strained. I turned my head slowly and saw Sammy sitting up beside me on the bed. His hair was messy, his breathing uneven like he had just woken up from the same
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïž Ok what the fuck. That was the only thought in my head the moment Victor touched me. Energy flooded back into my body so fast it made me gasp. Not wild but controlled. Like something that had been missing finally snapped back into place. But that was not the strangest part. It was c
đ±ïžSammyđ±ïžCreated to control every creature.The words sat in my head like a loaded gun.I looked at Jayden lying there, pale and shaking, eyes too distant, and my chest tightened in a way I did not like at all. I had always known he was dangerous. Anyone with half a brain could see that. Power c
đ±ïžVictorđ±ïž Watching the way Sammy was holding Jayden made something ugly twist inside my chest. I hated it. I hated how natural it looked, how his hands fit Jaydenâs face like they had been doing that for years, how Jayden leaned into him without even thinking, like his body already knew where
đ±ïžJaydenđ±ïžâCan someone read the content,â I asked quietly, my voice still rough, âbecause I believe this thing is written in English.âThe words on the open pages swam slightly in my vision, not because they were unclear but because my head still felt like it had been shaken and set back wrong.







