BALCK— And what do you want, Yan?— I want to have you, I need to have you, I can't take it anymore... Please sleep with me tonight!My heart races hearing words so sweet and warm at the same time. I smile. He squeezes me tighter, leaves light kisses down my neck, leaving me with goosebumps.— Yan, I…— Come with me Balck! — he speaks, and I feel his breathing irregular, his heart beating faster.He pulls away, removes his arms from me, and I slowly turn to face his. I find a beautiful smile when our eyes meet.— Yan, you're still hurt, you haven't recovered….I can't finish talking, Yan grabs my waist once again, I shudder to feel his hands so firm squeezing me. My body is pressed closer to the table, I bite my lip, and his mouth takes mine. Our tongues meet, and both explore each other, eliciting a shy moan from me. My hands pull his hair, his kiss leaves me out of control. I feel his arousal vibrating between us, but in this case I'm the same way he is, his lips seem to want to de
NOAHKnowing that soldiers are scouring our territory is not new news, but them trying to intercept ours makes me turn on the alert, what do they want anyway? I always thought they wanted to find out our location to arrest Duric, but after recent events, including the dreams I've had, I'm starting to think that's not just what they want, there's something more. And something else, would be me.While I was in the palace I met Direl a few times, but whenever I saw him, even from afar, I had a strong impression that he knew my identity. Since Dagma came back into my hands, they must have guessed that whoever took the sword did it with the intention of taking it back to its owner, and that the sword has been releasing a lot of energy, and a mage of Direl's level, is sensitive to any magical energy, and he must know that the sword was awakened, and that it was not just anyone who awakened it. He knows he was the true heir, he may not know it's me, but he's sure of my existence, and that I
NOAH— So you were the one with him all this time?— a voice asks, I turn towards the trees, and meet Andrew's worried gaze, and Márdoc, the general of Alexander's army, holding him from behind, and with a sword around his neck. — You better not try anything, the orders I have are not to care if he was once a Prince, so I think you know what can happen if you try something, don't you?— What do you mean, I'm not a Prince anymore?— Andrew asks.— You ran away and put your father, the King, in an outrageous situation, he found himself obliged to convince his nephew, Prince Heikki, Lord William and Lady Artanis to reach an agreement!— So what, the agreement was between my father and Guilhermo, I had nothing to do with it!— That's why he dismissed you, you were never committed to the kingdom, you would be a terrible King! — Márdoc says and smiles.— What you want? Who sent you here? — I ask.— I don't have the obligation to answer your questions, I don't think you have an advantage here,
NOAHThe soldiers move away little by little, making way for someone to walk among them, and the person who walks among them is the Mage Direl. He smiles at us. Facing us, he raises his hand, and using his magic, tries to take Dagma away from me. What, perhaps, Direl did not know, is that the sword was awakened by me, and will not obey his commands. His eyes widen as he notices that he's no use trying to take her away from me.— But what is this? Why doesn't she come to me? he asks, and then stares at me intently. — I think I'm sure of your identity now, boy... Or rather, Your Majesty!When I hear those words said, I feel butterflies in my stomach, my hands sweat, and a bad energy spreads through my body, and I'm sure he's not here just to take Andrew, or to arrest us.— What are you talking about? The only one who has a title of nobility here is Andrew!— Don't be modest, introduce yourself to your subjects, after all, we are facing the true heir to the throne! — he says in a tone of
NOAHI'm only twenty years old and I've waited my whole life to be able to avenge my parents' deaths, I've imagined this moment for a long time, but I never thought it could be the way I'm living it now. I always thought about the possibility of exposing that Alexander was responsible for the slaughter that killed them, but I never imagined that they were my adoptive parents, and that I was the daughter of Kings Moriam and Sattir, and finally I had to unmask Direl, who apparently it feels like lying to the bloody King, and still having to expose my true identity.— Because I am the heir of Moriam and Sattir!That sentence echoed so strongly through the throne room, it's as if I felt their presence in this place, cheering me on, pushing me forward with every speech, with every action I took before the criminals who took what was theirs, and which naturally would be my one day when they are no longer here. Unfortunately, the Machiavellian plans of these terrible men took their lives, de
NOAHDirel lowers her hand, and the King falls to the ground. The Wizard faces everyone around him with a smile on his face. My mouth opens and closes, I can't get anything out, I look to the side and see Andrew static, mouth open, eyes wide. Meanwhile, Guilhermo, who up until now had only watched the confessions unfold, manifests himself, gets up and runs over.— What did you do? — approaches Alexander, touches his neck. — He is dead! You killed the King... Guards arrest this man!Guilhermo speaks haughtily, but none of the soldiers makes any move to leave their place to arrest Direl.— Are they deaf? This man killed your King, come on, arrest him!Direl smiles at his manifestation, walks towards the King's body, pushes William to the side, bends down and takes his crown from Alexander's head, an artifact probably made of gold, with some stones, of what appears to be diamonds at its ends. . Direl holds the piece, walks towards the throne, when he arrives before him, sits down, smiles
NOAHIt was not easy to escape from the palace. If we didn't have Balck's help, we would be trapped in the dungeon. We had to use the palace's secret passages to get out of there, we took an alternative path to the one we usually use in order not to have the displeasure of encountering soldiers of the King, or rather, of Direl, who calls himself as such, after taking the life of Alexander. Walking through so many trees, a very narrow stretch, the sun begins to show signs of its departure, the few rays that I can still see are orange and far away, and the night already seems a reality.— It will be dark soon, I think we better hurry if we want to reach the territory today! — I speak in a worried tone, Balck pulls my arm, I look to the side, towards him.—So does that mean the King really died? And who killed him was the Wizard Direl? — he asks in a low tone.— Yeah.— And Andrew, how did he react to all of this? — Balck asks, I stop walking a little, and answer him.— Even though Alexa
NOAH— The situation is more complicated than before, and it's not that I have a solution to our problems, but I think I know where Killian is!— Like this? Did you find it?— No, I had a dream about Killian, and with the news of Alexander's death, the place where he was in my dream, now it makes perfect sense to think he's there!— Because? What exactly happened in that dream?— I walked through the palace of Venas, I went through several corridors until I found an open door, I went in and found him lying in bed. He would open his eyes and tell me a few things, and one of them was that Alexander was dead, and that now a darker time would begin in Ascabaltt if I didn't help stop him, and when I asked who it was that I should stop, I I just woke up!—Then he must be in the palace of Venas, but how? Did someone imprison him there?— I don't think so, who lives there is Andrew's mother...— I know she lives there, but how would Killian end up there?— That we have no way of knowing at th