Through tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure emerge—a man walking toward her, the fire parting in his wake. His eyes and claws gleamed gold in the firelight, and black and gilded scales covered his face and body, reminiscent of a serpent. But something more specific hovered at the tip of her tongue. His beastly form slowly faded, leaving a beautiful man with warm skin and firm flesh behind. “Help me,” she croaked. “I don't remember…” “Anything?” the stranger asked, his voice deep and ominous. “Only my name. Araheen,” she whispered, her lips trembling.“What happened to me? What is this place?” “You fell behind the Mad End's Wall.” A shadow of a smile crossed the stranger's lips, though it was far from reassuring. Before she could dwell on it, he slid his powerful arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all. “Who are you?” she asked, feeling small in his grasp. He studied her with an enigmatic gaze before replying, I'm Gildeon.” A pause.“Your husband.”
Lihat lebih banyakARAH
Plumber Paul was dead.
Not even a month had passed since he’d walked into her shop and picked her Clover Wish for his first tattoo. She'd pitched that design as a lucky charm to her clients—just a gimmick of sorts. So imagine her surprise when Paul’s wish to win the lottery actually came true days later.
Now, he was gone. Just like that. It wasn’t because of her tattoo, of course. But with that last memory of him, how could she ever look at her Clover Wish and call it lucky again?
Her eyes drifted down to Barky, who was happily munching on his dog food. She squatted next to him, stroking his back and twirling her fingers through his soft brown fur. At least she had this big guy to cheer her up.
The bathroom door creaked open. She glanced up to see Gildeon strolling down the hallway in black sweatpants, rubbing his dark hair with a towel. She’d seen him naked plenty of times, but each time, his perfectly sculpted body drew her gaze like a moth to a flame. The way his muscles flexed with every move always made her blush like a teenager seeing a hot guy for the first time.
At least her past self had good taste.
For six months, she’d been scared and suspicious of Gildeon. How could she not be when she couldn't remember marrying him? Still, it’d be a lie to say she’d never fantasized about him making her come in every way possible.
But until she got her memories back and trusted him completely, she wasn’t about to give in to him—no matter how incredibly irresistible he was.
When Gildeon walked into the dining area, the scent of his minty soap and aftershave filled her senses. Everything about him was so addictive. It made her wonder what she was like falling in love with him before this whole amnesia thing.
“Dinner's ready,” she said, trying to hide her excitement. “Tonio taught me a new recipe for that tuna. Hope you’ll like it.”
Her heart sank a little when he barely glanced at the table. What was she expecting anyway? A loving smile? A “this looks delicious, you're the best wife ever” response?
‘Stop trying so hard to please him, Arah,’ she thought, smiling bitterly to herself. It wasn’t fair that she seemed to be the only one trying to make this marriage feel real. What else could she do? It hurt thinking he’d probably only start appreciating her efforts once she agreed to sleep with him.
Arah washed her hands and returned to find Gildeon already seated, now wearing a shirt from the pile of folded clothes on the couch.
She sat across from him and loaded some veggies onto her plate. “Did you hear what happened to Plumber Paul?” she asked, her tone somber. Gildeon’s attention was still on the food even as she said, “He got stung by a jellyfish. He didn’t make it.”
“Didn’t he just win the lottery?” he said, without so much as flinching. What was he made of? A block of ice?
“I really thought my Clover Wish gave him that luck,” she muttered, more to herself.
That made Gildeon pause and glance up at her. “What Clover Wish?”
“My latest art—the one I inked him with,” she replied before taking a spoonful of food. “Shame he didn’t get to enjoy his prize for long.”
Gildeon leaned back in his chair, staring pensively at his plate, drumming a finger on the table. Did the news finally get to him? It took a while, but she’d take it. Maybe he still had a heart after all.
“When did it happen?” he asked, meeting her gaze with a serious expression.
“This noon. I heard it from Tonio.” She bit her lip, pondering. “Though it’s weird he decided to swim in the rocky area alone.”
A lot didn’t make sense to Arah, but if she dwelled on it too much, she'd feel sorrier for the poor guy.
Pushing stray blue curls out of her eyes, she said, “Um, the mayor’s doing a public funeral for him. You should come with me.”
“Public funeral?” He raised a brow. “Where’s the body?”
“Yeah, it’s public,” she replied, reaching for her pineapple juice. “He didn’t have any family left, so there’s no one to organize it. But almost everyone on the island knew him, so—”
“Arah, where’s the body now?” His sharp voice cut her off, almost making her spill her drink.
What was up with him all of a sudden?
GILDEONShock and confusion tore through him like wildfire. Even his dragon spirit stirred uneasily within him. He had already suspected that his real mother wasn’t just an ordinary higher mortal. But to hear the words, Dragon Queen and High Immortal, was almost impossible to grasp.“Don’t know much about High Immortals, myself,” Roselia remarked, “only that Yonah’s one, far as I know.”“We don’t know much about them either.” Gildeon stared into what was left of his tea. “All we know is the Shining Keeper came down from the higher dimension with her companions—the High Immortals. They helped her shape the world how she wanted.”Arah chimed in, “So… could it mean your mother was one of those companions?”“Could be,” he replied simply, his thoughts beginning to spiral inward, tugging him deeper.But before he could get lost in the weight of that revelation, he forced himself to pull back. He needed to shift the conversation be
ARAHAs soon as the dragon vanished along with the Dark Plane gateway, the Dark Fae disappeared too. It only hit her then that the world around her had frozen, just like the first time she’d witnessed him do it. And now everything was moving again as if nothing had happened.Her weary eyes found Gildeon, and the worry on his face made her heart flutter. He rushed to her side, and the wind shield around her faded the moment he reached her.She threw herself into his arms and sobbed against his chest. His embrace tightened around her, as if he were afraid she might disappear. She didn’t mind if she got crushed in his grip. She needed his warmth, his comfort, and his sense of safety.“I’m sorry, Arah,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry for making you leave. I wasn’t myself.”“I know,” she murmured, savoring every time he said sorry to her. He was so different from the Gildeon she’d first met. And while the recent events had throw
GILDEONHe jolted awake in a bed that didn’t feel familiar. The last thing he remembered was the sharp sensation of electricity surging through his body, then everything going dark.A musky blend of incense and herbal smoke filled the air. As his eyes adjusted, he spotted clusters of crystals around the room and slowly began to recognize where he was.One of Roselia’s rooms.He’d come here earlier that morning to check on Roselia and Ghulik—who were both still in hibernation—before he’d lost consciousness. Judging by the fact he’d been moved and was clearly receiving healing treatment, at least Roselia was awake.He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.The door just opened.“Oh, good. You’re awake now, My Lord. Perfect timing.” Roselia stepped in and set a tray on the nearby table. On it sat a bowl of fragrant, steaming soup and a cup of freshly brewed tea.“What happened to me?” he asked.“Same thin
ARAHShe pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to piece it all together. “The Dark Fae,” she asked after a moment, “is he working for you?”Zephyr nodded. “His kind shares my vision, though I don’t trust them entirely. I had to offer them something in return to ensure they followed the demands I set.”“What did you give them?”“An augmented power,” he replied, “enough to stand toe-to-toe with the Light Faes.”Arah thought back to what Gildeon had said about how the Dark Fae had helped them break free from the Light Fae’s grip. Knowing that a sylph had granted them that kind of power was hard to wrap her mind around.“Why do you need the Dark Plane open?” she asked.He fell silent, simply staring at her. For the first time, he seemed to be weighing whether or not to answer her. Then he drew a breath.“The Dark Plane is the only thing capable of containing the entire Shamibar.”She frowned. “What do you me
ARAHShe could hardly believe what she was hearing. He wanted her to be his wife? To lead an army by his side?The thought of him meeting her for the first time when she was just a child—wanting to groom her like that—was hard to digest.“Why me?” she asked.“You were meant to be mine,” he said simply. “The Oracle saw it. I should’ve been the one you married.”Something in that last sentence made her mind race. Did he mean he should’ve been her husband instead of Gildeon? Had Zephyr known what had happened to her at the Mad End’s Wall?Questions rushed to the surface, but she hesitated. She didn’t know this sylph well. Was he even aware she’d lost her memories? What if he used that to take advantage of her?“You have questions,” he said after a moment, as if plucking the thought straight from her mind. “I understand you don’t have full recollection of your past.”Arah gasped softly, startled by how he knew. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t have been. She’d already established that Zeph
ARAHEverything was in darkness. She could still feel her body, but it felt distant. As if the only thing tethering her to it was an invisible thread stretched from the small of her back.She was still under the boy’s control. His power pulsed through her veins like a quiet current. What was he planning to do with her?Suddenly, she was standing in a strange place. It looked like a throne hall of some sort, but not one she recognized. The entire chamber was built from enormous bones—curved structures that could only belong to ancient beasts. They rose from the ground, arched into walls, and crisscrossed overhead to form a roof. They were arranged with no apparent pattern or design, as though the place had grown wild rather than being constructed.Some of the bones were covered in patches of soft, glowing blue moss, clinging to the surface like living paint. The sight alone raised goosebumps on her arms.She kept walking. But the pe
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