Baila felt quite uncomfortable as she walked alongside Aaron, the captain of the guard. He kept his distance from her like she was a kind of virus that had no cure but his right hand was always on the hilt of his sword. Baila was scared to even sneeze. The slightest movement from her could cause Aaron to cut her down. She was sure the captain would not hesitate to kill her.
As they walked further and further away from Nolan's room, Baila wondered why Nolan had asked her about the spell. She had been dying. Surely, she couldn't have cast a spell. She couldn't rule out the possibility though. But her necklace had been around her neck the entire time she was drowning. Besides, she didn't know any spells to call out to a werewolf or any other creature.Mother!No. It couldn't be. Her demon had been dormant but the other part of her wasn't. She had also been underwater. That was where the siren part of her thrived. Could that side of her have called out to Nolan?She had never used her siren power before or even tried to tap into it. Then again, she hadn't practised any spells but whenever she took off her necklace, she knew exactly what to do. One thing bothered her so much, it was starting to sour her mood. She decided to ask Aaron about it."Your King. Does he have a mate?"Aaron paused to glare briefly at her before quickening his steps."It is not your concern," he snapped.Baila shrugged, she hadn't expected much from him anyways. She hoped Nolan didn't have a mate, otherwise, she would feel awful about the kiss.Three large portraits on the wall at her right hand drew her attention and she stopped walking so she could admire them. The height of each portrait was twice the length of a full-grown man.The first portrait was a picture of the former queen. The jewelled crown on her head gave it away. She had long brown hair with golden eyes. The off-shoulder gown she wore gave Baila the perfect view of the birthmark that run from beneath her jaw to the skin right above her breast.Next to the queen's portrait was the lycan king's, Nolan's father. He stood tall in his blue and gold armour. He had a sword in front of him and his hands were tightly wrapped around the hilt of the sword. He had hair as black as the night and bright blue eyes like Nolan's.The last portrait was that of the queen, the king and little Nolan. Baila guessed that Nolan was around six years old when the portrait was painted. The king and Nolan had huge smiles on their faces but the queen had a smirk that only spelt mischief.Baila sighed, accepting the fact that she couldn't keep ignoring the suffocating presence of Aaron behind her."They were happy before one of your kind sent them off to their deaths," Aaron said."You drove a dagger into our backs. We're still bleeding," Baila replied. The werewolves had betrayed the witches. The king and queen might not have been responsible but they did nothing about it either.Aaron turned down a dark hallway and Baila followed after him. He yanked two dusty curtains open after they had taken a few steps. Where was he taking her? How far away did Aaron want her from Nolan?Two huge painted glass windows gave way for light to penetrate them and illuminate their path. The first window had a painting of six howling wolves and the moon. The second window had a painting of three women with their hands lifted to the moon.Baila knew both paintings. They illustrated the peace, unity and bond between the werewolves and the witches. Creatures born from the same goddess. That bond was broken now, it had been broken for over a century.The witches had once been healers for the werewolves. They taught the werewolves how to craft herbs and what plants got rid of rashes the quickest. The witches taught the werewolves how to dress wounds and how to love their mates. All that was gone.One stupid mistake of a witch had cost them everything and Baila had gone and repeated the same mistake. Baila sighed, studying the hallway they were walking through. It was dusty and covered in cobwebs. She doubted if anyone came there.Aaron unlocked the door and kicked it open. That wasn't a good sign.The room was filthy and everything was covered in cobwebs. The broken bottles of elixirs and mouldy spell books told Baila all she needed to know. The room had belonged to a witch."I'm sure you have guessed it by now. This room belonged to a witch. She was the royal healer a hundred years ago. It is yours for three nights," Aaron said, yanking open the tattered curtains facing the bed.Sunlight spewed into the room, landing directly on the bed. It would look even more beautiful when the moon shone through the window."Thank you," Baila smiled sincerely.Aaron merely nodded and walked out.Baila looked around the room. She did not know where to start. She decided to start with the bedsheets.By nighttime, Baila's bones were aching and groaning. A woman had come by with a broom, rags, a mop, a bucket of water and fresh sheets and clothes. Baila had done her best to clean up the room with the supplies she was given. She had dusted and swept and mopped the floors. She had gotten rid of all the pungent bottles of elixirs and the sheets and old clothes she found. She had killed eight rats and nine cockroaches and was still on the lookout for a mouse. Perhaps, she would keep the mouse.Baila let out a long heavy breath, falling back into the clean sheets of the bed. The room was sparkling clean now. Behind her bed, there was a locked door. She tried to open it several times but was too exhausted to put any strength into kicking down the door.Baila decided to ask Nolan for the key or Aaron if she ever saw any of them again.A knock on the door sent goosebumps up Baila's hands. She was uncomfortable with the room but she didn't have much of a choice."Come in," she called out, taking off her boots and settling properly in the middle of the bed.The woman who had brought the broom and cleaning supplies earlier on walked in. Her red hair was braided and tied with a ribbon. She wore a long white dress and carried a bag with her."I came to inspect your wounds," she said "I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Sara""It's fine," Baila brushed it off and sat up in bed.The cut on her stomach was bleeding again and it hurt like the twelve hells.Sara smiled, sitting behind Baila on the bed. "I've heard a lot about you from Nolan," she said, cleaning the wounds on Baila's back with alcohol.Baila hissed but sat still so she would not make Sara's work difficult."I'm surprised you didn't hear anything about me from Aaron," Baila replied sarcastically.Sara laughed, applying a cool salve on Baila's wounds. She moved to sit in front of Baila and started working on the cut on her stomach."My father was the royal physician. My uncle became royal physician after my father's death and then when it was my cousin's turn, she run off with a man she met at the blood moon festival. It's been two years and she hasn't sent a letter or anything to let me know she's fine. So, I have to fill in her role as both royal physician and councilwoman. Forgive me for sharing too much. I'm nervous but I want to make you comfortable. I swear I'm usually not like this." Sara smiled sadly, applying the salve on the raw skin on Baila's stomach.Baila smiled at her. No one had wanted to make her feel comfortable in a long time. Not even her mother. Baila pushed away thoughts of the witches and her mother and focused on Sara instead. She felt bad for her. Sara didn't seem too happy about taking over both positions."What would you have liked to be?" Baila asked.Baila met Sara's green eyes and she saw a spark of excitement as the royal physician spoke."I wanted to be a dancer. I wanted to travel with one of those groups of dancers that go around the realm entertaining people,"Baila laughed, "You don't seem like the type who could dance,"Sara chuckled.When they quieted down, Baila noticed how close she and Sara sat. They were just as close as she and Nolan had been a few hours ago when he kissed her. Baila blinked, stepping out of bed to put some distance between them."I'll leave you to rest. You'll need it" Sara cleared her throat. Baila watched her pack up her bag and head for the door.She didn't know what came over her but the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them."Stay. Please. It is a new place so far away from home and this room scares me. Could you spend the night here? I know we don't know each other and I'm a witch and___" Baila rambled"I'll be back. I need to change out of these clothes," Sara sighed, cutting in before Baila could make a fool of herself.Once Sara left, Baila changed into the thin black silky nightgown Sara had added to the clothes she brought for her. Somehow, Baila was able to sense Sara's presence and open the door before she could knock.Sara's face flushed when she saw Baila and Baila blamed the nightgown. It had a low cut that revealed her breasts and it was transparent enough that anyone could see her skin beneath the material."I'm sorry about the clothes," Sara apologized."It's fine," Baila assured her. She wasn't into oversized nightgowns that made her hot in the middle of the night. "Have you ever worn it before?" she asked Sara, pointing to the black nightgown she was wearing."Goddess. No," Sara laughed, settling beneath the sheets. "It belonged to my cousin""She had great taste," Baila hummed blowing the candles and laying beside Sara."Could you tell me about the former king and queen?" Baila asked after a few moments of silence passed. She did not think she would be able to fall asleep tonight.She was all smiles as Sara's soft voice filled the room with tales of Nolan's parents. Yet, the strange sense of foreboding would not go away."The queen was a fireball," Sara started. "She was so fierce but kind and warm at the same time. She treated me like I was her daughter. When she died, I felt like I lost my mother. Anyways, she and the king had an arranged marriage. She wasn't too happy about it initially but in time, they fell in love. King Arlen was a kind man and Queen Ariadne was his world even after they had Nolan, he doted on her like she was everything. Ariadne used to scold him all the time. It was fun to watch them be together. I miss them but Nolan must miss them more especially since he was crowned king three days after their deaths. He was only ten." Baila found Sara's hand in the dark and held unto it, squeezing it comfortingly. Unlike Nolan, Sara still had family but it did not mean that she was less affected by the deaths of the king and queen. "Does Nolan have a mate?" Baila asked. She was scared Sara would snap at her as Aaron did but so far, the royal physician had been nothing but nice to her. "N
"What?" Aaron spluttered. His eyes were wide like saucers as he stared at the redhead. Baila glared at him. Now, he chose to pay attention. "You want to say that I'm your whore?" Baila frowned, confused. She did not understand what Sara was trying to do. Either way, Baila would still end up with the brand of a whore. "No. A dancer. I had many dancer friends before I became.....well....this. All of them have travelled far away from the city. I could say that you're having money troubles and came to me for help. You can stay here for as long as you want with that excuse," Sara explained. "Like hell, she can!" Aaron swore, approaching Sara. "You can not possibly think of vouching for her. If anyone ever finds out the truth, you'll be punished or worse," "You chose Aaron, why can't I?" Sara shrugged, straightening up and squaring her shoulders to face him. Baila had never seen Sara behave this way before but she hadn't known her long enough to come to that conclusion. Aaron grabbed
Baila stumbled back, struggling to breathe as her breath escaped her mouth in strangled hiccups. The creature before her was once human, she was sure of it. It was a woman with hair badly ripped out that Baila could see the soft pink flesh of her scalp. Her teeth were a long line of small sharp triangles like a fish's teeth. The woman wore a tattered black dress and black veins littered her pale sickly skin which had a sticky transparent liquid on it. But what scared Baila the most was her eyes. They were endless pools of darkness like a bear's. Footsteps drew closer and Baila glanced backwards to see Sara approaching with a sword. The creature looked highly amused with what was going on. Baila made a decision. She wasn't sure Sara's sword could even nick the creature. With a trembling hand, she reached for her necklace. "Baila. Don't!" Sara snapped but Baila wasn't listening. She ripped the necklace off with all the strength she could muster and it fell to the ground with a clink.
Baila groaned into consciousness. The ruffled bed space beside her told her all she needed to know. Sara had spent the night in her room. With a frightfully loud yawn, Baila jumped out of bed and stretched. Her muscles felt sore from releasing her demon the previous night. Memories came flowing back in and she pieced them together as her back popped and her pain was relieved. She had rejected Nolan's help the previous night. Baila felt horrible about it. Her rejection must have stung him and hurt his pride. Lycans had a lot of pride. The sun wasn't shining and Baila had a feeling that last night's occurence could be the cause. She wanted to bathe in the river and she wondered if Nolan would allow her to go. With a slight shake of her head, Baila headed out to find Nolan. She was determined to apologize even if he shut her down. She found Nolan behind a stack of books piled on the table in his bedroom. He looked up from the books when she stepped in before gulping down the goblet of
Baila ran through the forest, her barefoot crunching on dead leaves and branches. From a distance, she could hear the barking dogs assisting the guards in the hunt.The hunt for her.She ducked behind a tree when she found nowhere to hide. Baila tried to slow her breathing as she wrapped her hand around her necklace and prayed. With tears in her eyes, she lifted her head to the skies.The moon was covered by thick dark clouds. It would rain soon and the dogs would not be able to catch her scent but she was afraid that the rain would make it difficult for her to escape. What had she done?She had been sent here to change things, to be a difference. Every last witch in the world was counting on her and she had let them all down. She had done worse than disappoint them, Baila had repeated the same crime that started the witch hunt-a tradition she could have easily put an end to by winning the bride trials and marrying the high prince.When she closed her eyes, she could still see the ho
In the castle walls of house Caldore, Nolan sat behind his table, looking at the list. A blinding headache was hindering him from fulfilling the list of duties he held in his hand. If the pain persisted, he would have to see a healer and postpone everything he planned to finish before morning.It was the day of his parents' death anniversary. He had made sure no one was at the river. The night guards included. He didn't want to think of the number of lives the river claimed every year on the day of his parents' death anniversary. If he figured it out sooner, a lot of people would have been saved.At least, the past six years had gone by without a single person drowning in the river. He wondered if the witch's curse had continued even after his parents were dead.A million lives for one. A million by the river.Nolan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. All those people had died for the sake of one girl. Witches were vindictive. He knew that now but he wished his parents had known
Baila had a strange dream about a man with eyes so blue they frightened and entranced her at the same time. At first, he was a blue-eyed boy who got excited at the little things. His excitement and curiosity were infectious. Baila could hear his laughter as he ran through the meadow. Soon, he was a man with the same bright blue eyes. The only difference was that he had lost his excitement. His laughter was not as genuine and wild as it used to be. She felt it. The emotion that swallowed him whole was not sadness or trauma. It was loneliness. She could feel his pressing need to have someone and to belong somewhere. Baila wanted to hold him. She reached out for him but the world swirled into different colours around her. The dream changed and she was drowning under the moon. She smiled up at the stars as hands reached down and pulled her to the surface. Frost. She heard the wind whisper. Air filled her lungs and Baila gasped awake. The bed was warm and comfortable. Bed?! Baila sat
Nolan had backed away from Baila and chosen to stand in a corner far away from her. His heart thudded dangerously fast whenever he was near her. Twelve blasted hells! He had hoped with all his heart that he was wrong and yet when he kissed her, every sleeping part of him had awoken. She was the one. She was his to protect. Nolan watched her brown eyes gaze outside the window. He was certain that she wanted to be free, to leave but for some reason, she stood still with a lost look on her face. He could not let anyone know about her. Not yet. Goddess! The council. What would they say if he told them that his mate was a witch? Nolan squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if he should let her know or watch her walk away forever. The latter was a better option but somehow, Nolan knew it would be impossible to let her go. "Can I stay for a few nights?" she asked. Nolan looked at her. There were a lot of questions he should have asked her. Questions that were very important and necessary