Nora
I wake up early with a jump in my step. Happy is too vague a word to describe the emotions I am feeling. At the prospect of seeing Flavius, my heart feels like it is going to rip from my chest. Maybe I am overly eager about being with him, but now that I know he is my mate, that he is mine, I cannot help but want to be closer. I crave to be near him, to know more about him.
Grabbing some clothes, I stick them in a small bag as I jump out my room window, I faze a burst of violet fog expelling from my body, heading for the lake.
My jaw clenches with every word that leavesEvalene’smouth. She sits across from me with the dressmaker beside her, several fabrics splayed out in front of them, each a different shade of white. "I would say we should go with cream, but it clashes with your skin tone. We would not want you to look more washed out than you already do," Evalene says picking up the 'cream' colored fabric and tossing it to the side. "Then might I suggest we go with eggshell, your majesty?" Leo, the dressmaker, says, picking up another piece of fabric that looks exactly the same as the other one.
I leave the room,slamming the door behindme, and runningthrough the halls as fast as my feet will carry me. My feet slap violently against the floor,echoing loudly down the halls. My breath comes out in loud pants as my heart thumps uncontrollably. My bodycourseswith a mixture of happiness and anxiety. I weave through many maids and workers,nearly crashing into many of them in order to reach my destination. When I finally see Gregory's office,
Standing up, I go to the door opening it as quietly as possible. Peeking my head out, I look around and see no one. Good no one is out there I can go. I walk to the window, opening it up I jump out. The air pushes up around my body cooling my skin and relaxing my nerves. I land in a crouched position with a thump. Taking another look around to make sure no one isfollowing;I head to the garden. As I reach the garden, I take in a sharp breath at the sight before me. The moon is casting a brilliant silver glow over the dahlias and cornflowers. The light makes them burn like glowing flames of blue and yellow. A frigid chill runs up my body when a hand clasps my shoulder. My eyes
Flavius I wake up to the bird's song outside my window and the smell of fresh dew in the air. Sitting up,I stretch my aching muscles,gettingmyselfready to leave. Today I'm going to face Ellie, I will not hide again. I can only imagine how she must have felt when I didn't show yesterday morning. Leaving my house,I stare up and watch for a moment as the black of night begins to fa
Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction,I strip out of my clothes,stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body,I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have beensobusy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long.What if Gwen has go
He looks up at me horrified as I hold my bloodied hand over his face. He clamps his mouth shut turning his face away from me. "W-Wasn't it your blood that made me this way in the first place?I thought you weren't going to kill me. You lying bitch," he sneers outfearfully. I lock my fingers tightly into his roughly yanking his head back.How dare this lowly human speak to me in such a manner.
Flavius I'm stirred awake by a beating roar of thunder, and the pounding of rain against my window. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. Tossing my woolen blankets to the side, I set my feet on the cold wooden floor. Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on. While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the f
I lift the spear up, examining it. It's lighter than I thought it would be, and I've never seen a metal like this. "What’s this made from? The craftsmanship is impeccable,” I say in awe. Soren smiles triumphantly, "You have a good eye. I am not surprised you have never seen thematerial;it is native only to dragons. It is known as dragon's ore,” he tells me. "What exactly is this 'dragon's ore'?" I ask. I've never heard