Lyra's arranged marriage was everything she could have ever dreamed it would be... Until it wasn't. When her dreams turn into nightmares, she wakes up to find reality crashing in on her. Can she find the faith in herself to turn her future around along with the fate of her people? Love gained and lost. Pain, fear, hope, betrayal, torture and more await in this fantasy-based novel focused around a fiery young mage and a quest to save her world.
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was now certain that she was completely drunk. She saw an object in double and her eyes were dizzy. She belched and took the last drop of the alcohol, gulping it down.The club house was noisy and the dancers were having fun. But what mattered to Arianna was completely different. She hadn't come for fun seeking but to forget her misery and heartbreak.
She was supposed to be a bride the next morning, walking down the aisle with her heartthrob and best friend for five years. They had anticipated that day to come but in less than twenty four hours, the hope of seeing that day come true was trashed.
The memory of what she saw played itself again in her head "...oh my days!...fuck me harder Ethan baby...oh...good...faster...oh...yeah...I love you Ethan…"
Arianna shook her head as if by doing so, the memory of it would disappear. She cleaned the tears off her face. Why can't she just forget, she's been in the club house for a few hours now, trying to forget that ugly scene she stumbled upon.
But the more she tried to forget, the harder it became. She tried standing up but ended up sinking back into her seat. She summoned up her strength and stood up.
She needed to visit the washroom and after that, find a way of helping herself out of the club house. Her legs were heavy and as she walked, her knees wobbled.
Just before turning, she sighted a tall figure walking into one of the rooms and she followed. She went in just before he shut the door and rested her back on the door.
"Hey handsome. Why don't you make me happy?" She smirked and threw herself into his arms. She started kissing him, an act that the man was reluctant to get down with.
Few hours later, Arianna opened her eyes with a panting headache. She glanced around the dark room and wondered how she got in there.
A vague memory of how the evening went popped up in her head and she gasped. She turned to look at her side and saw a man sleeping peacefully.
What the hell had she done? She stood up with great difficulty. She doesn't need to be told that she has lost her most cherished possession: her virginity.
The pain she felt between her thighs was proof enough that she had been violated. She endured the pain and put on her jeans and blouse and pulled out a $100 note, stuck it in the man's hand.
The room is dark, thank goodness she didn't get to see how the man looks. He's a good gigolo but she couldn't pay him well for his services.
She sneaked out of the room and went away. She went straight to her mini apartment to get a few things and leave Z- city but was dazed when the lock to her apartment had been changed.
It was barely dawn and she couldn't ask her neighbours what or who changed her lock. But then,she decided to fetch her phone and called the agent handling her apartment.
When she got her phone, she saw there had been a text message. It was from Ethan. She glanced and read the content "don't bother why the lock was changed, I did it"
Arianna simply turned and left her apartment and everything she's got in it and went to another city.
Two months later, Arianna woke up and felt lazy to get out of bed. She wondered why she caught a fever so soon, just arriving at a new city.
She decided to visit the hospital and met a young doctor, he was the one on call and after examining Arianna, he sent her to the laboratory for a test.
When the result was brought, the doctor handed it over to her and she glanced over it. Her hands shook when she saw the test result.
Pregnancy Test -positive!
What!
Four years later
Arianna came back from work and her son ran to hug her. She lifted him off his feet and kissed his cute temple.
"Welcome Mummy" the little boy chimed, excited at the sight of his mother. "Missed you Eli" Arianna chimed, holding him firm and sitting on the sofa.
"Thank you, Mrs Brook for always looking after him" Arianna said, appreciating Eli's nanny.
Mrs Brook had looked after Eli since he was a baby. She's best referred to as his second mother. Arianna was his birth mother but Mrs Brook raised him.
"You're welcome," Mrs Brook replied. She Soon said goodbye to Arianna and went home. She's done with the day's job the moment Arianna comes back.
Arianna got a job with a company and she's been employed to work as a junior jewellery designer. She's been working there after Eli was born but then, it seemed her time in the company had ended.
The company has been sold out to a new owner and all the employees have been paid off. She was paid three times her salary and her appointment terminated.
"How was school today,Eli?" Arianna asked. The little boy got off her thighs and ran off to bring his books. Arianna saw how smartly he ran off and smiled.
He's her consolation and the reason why she didn't get hurt again after what happened a few years ago. Each time she looks at her son, she's glad and happy that she was blessed with such an amazing son.
"Mummy, I got all the marks in the class exercise. My teacher said I'm the best" Eli chimed, emptying his bag and bringing out his workbook.
"Wow, you are the best Eli" Arianna praised him. The little boy was happy that his mother was as excited as him in his class work.
"Eli, we are leaving for Z- city tomorrow" Arianna broke the news to him. The boy paused and next jumped up in excitement.
"That means, I'm getting to meet my daddy. '' He asked rhetorically.
The smell of food was intoxicating as we walked through the doors into the dining hall. Mages from all over the island came here to eat, so it was rarely a quiet occasion. My stomach twisted painfully as I inhaled the aroma of fresh bread and seasoned meats. This was the only good outcome of yesterday’s tragedy; those who managed to return safely hadn’t abandoned the spoils of their hunting ventures. My people would eat well for a few weeks before another hunting party would need to be dispatched. The mages who offered up their services to cook and prepare meals always laid out the choices buffet-style on a long table. Everyone understood the importance of being mindful of their portions. We had little food to share between a large group of mages. I helped myself to a slice of venison, some fresh vegetables from the royal gardens, and one of Godfrey’s fresh rolls. He had absolutely perfected them. They had a beautifully crisp exterior, and once you took a bite, you would discover a
Sylvren's voice cut through the air like ice, her tone sharp as if crackles of electricity surrounded the Queen Mage. I watched Gil very slowly wiping his fingers on his pants, his face as red as my hair, which I was hurriedly trying to fix. As if regaining control of my wind-blown hair could erase what my mother had just witnessed. "A little inappropriate, don't you think, now that you're engaged?" Sylvren's words lingered in the air, tinged with disapproval. "Technically," I breathed out, more of a pant than a response, attempting to mask my embarrassment with false bravado. "I'm not engaged yet." I added, my hand grasping for the contract. When my fingers only felt the hard stone of the bench, I looked over and saw the contract lazily making its way back towards me on a soft breeze—our passion tornado had rehomed it several feet away. Snatching it from the air, I whispered, "Thank you," to Gil under my breath. I extended the paperwork to my mother, who ripped it from my grasp. "
Gil covered my hand with his. "That's the future. Don't worry about it right now. Live in the present. Right here. With me. In the garden you love so much," he said softly, and I looked up, meeting his golden-brown eyes—the ones that looked so much like Ignatius's. "No, don't go there. Don't dwell in that dark place in your mind. Stay here, with me. In this garden, with this beautiful Morning Glory vine that Enid absolutely hates because it's a waste of space and kills everything it touches," he crooned. He always seemed to know what I needed, even before I did. My thoughts, which had been a jumbled mess just moments ago, began to dissipate, pushed back enough to give me time to breathe and relax. He understood my struggle to prioritize my thoughts sometimes and always did what he could to give me a break from the constant noise of ideas and emotions in my head. "Don't think about earlier. Don't think about tomorrow. Just think about right now. Just this," he whispered right before
"Malorie," I called softly once I was outside the Council Chamber doors, knowing the Potioneer had stayed nearby in case she was needed. The other mage rushed out from around the corner and gave me a quick bow. “Princess,” she acknowledged. "Malorie, could you please show the esteemed Captain to the guest chambers where he can stay for the night? And if he would like to get out and stretch his legs at all throughout the day, make sure someone is there to escort him," I said, fully aware that Tross was listening through the open door, though I didn't turn to look at him. "It will be done, Princess," the Potioneer replied with another bow. I sighed and shook my head slightly. "Seriously, stop with the bowing, Mal," I whispered, and she nodded in compliance. I turned to walk away but paused and looked back over my shoulder at her. "If you run into my mother, and she seems in a foul mood, tell her I'll be in the gardens, would you?" With that, I headed out the side door that led into
"No..." He said, pausing to give me another look up and down, as if verifying something in his head. "In the event that she is still too young to marry and fulfill wifely responsibilities, she'd be promised to the Prince until she is old enough to carry out those duties. Obviously, we'd still take her with us and let her finish her childhood in the Kingdom, as per the letter we sent. But the sooner we can present this unity to our people, the better." He offered, looking like he'd rather be discussing anything but my daughter’s "wifely responsibilities" with me. Frustration bubbled up within me; apparently, there had been more in that letter than my mother let on. "Hmmm," I said, leaning back. "So, how old is she? If you don't mind my saying, Queen Mage, you look awfully young to have an heir old enough to be married off," he noted. "The Princess is plenty old enough to be married. She goes into this willingly. Fiery, a little temperamental maybe, but willingly nonetheless." I repli
"Your Majesty—" "And stop calling me that." I waved a hand in his direction. "That's a made-up human title meant to bolster and feed the egos of those who wear your unnecessary crowns. Real leaders don't need inflated egos or fancy accessories to prove their worth to their people. So for me to be called as such is insulting," I finished coolly. Tross just stared at me, wide-eyed for a moment, before shaking himself back to the present and clearing his throat. "Yes, Queen Mage. I apologize for any offense. But if I may, what do you mean you don't want to be ruled by the King?" "I mean just that. We'll ally with him; we'll help when needed, when we can. We'll fulfill our part of the contract. But at the end of it all, mages will still be their own people, their own rulers. This alliance, between," I paused, almost saying "myself and the throne," but corrected it to maintain the ruse, "the Princess and the throne, will, as your King put in his letter, be a symbolic marriage to sho
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