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YILEYNA Theon had arrived sometime late at night, he seemed rather quiet, and that’s saying something for Theon. He had told me Charlene’s training was beginning today and it would be under Madelia and himself. I had just asked if I could attend too. "You won’t be able to handle seeing her go through it." "What do you mean?" I asked concerned, as I removed the pendant from the vinegar and began scrubbing it. Wow, it was looking so much better, and the stone was beginning to look a little less dull brown. I carried on scrubbing it firmly. "Let’s just say the techniques are usually used for torture." He said, drinking his coffee from where he was sitting at the table, looking as godly as ever. I frowned deeply, a flare of anger going through me. "Does the king know?" I asked sharply. "Yeah, he’s the one who recommended several of the methods. We had a meeting with the princess yesterday afternoon too. She knows it's going to be brutal, but we need her powers to awaken." "But the
YILEYNAI regretted agreeing to training. I could barely walk straight, holding the fur coat tightly around me so it didn’t blow all over the place. It was beginning to snow, and I was sure a blizzard was headed our way. I had to drag my legs to move against the vicious winds.Theon was wearing a knee-length grey fur coat. It made me look him over whilst trying not to lick my lips in approval. He looked very regal and sexy, the coat only adding to the princely look he was displaying. His coppery hair blew in front of his forehead, yet he seemed unbothered by the cold. His breath was coming out in visible puffs.I think my wolf was really awakening because I didn’t feel as cold as I once would have. Another roaring bout of wind whipped against me, and I almost flew back from the sheer force. Theon’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he looked down at me with those eyes that seemed to burn into my soul. Even in the cold, he made me feel all warm inside.Once again, the words were on
YILEYNA The temperature dropped several notches, I felt it biting into my bones. "Ah…" I heard Charlene groan from somewhere nearby, but I couldn’t locate her. "The temperature will continue to drop, until your body will not be able to continue to function… Good luck." "When will you stop?" Charlene asked tensely. "Stop? There is no stopping, unless you find Madelia and are able to stop her yourself." Theon’s cold voice came. I nodded in concentration. Of course, they wouldn’t stop until we were near dead or passed out because they were trying to get Charlene to break the seal on her abilities. Things became colder and colder until I felt it become painful. They were lowering the temperature faster than I could focus. What do I do? A cry from Charlene made my heart thump. I couldn’t see her, but I needed to find her! She sounded like she was in agony. I closed my eyes, trying to sense where she was, listening to her heartbeat despite the cold. It was becoming far more bearabl
THEON The moment from earlier still played on my mind. She had gasped, backing away from the ice that was thickest beneath her feet, and then it was gone. I had tried to get her to call upon it again, but she didn’t manage it. She was unnerved and confused, but as for me? I was simply intrigued. Was she part mage or fae? The odd thing was, usually, you could tell, but with Yileyna, you could only sense her werewolf side. There was something missing… and I needed to know what it was. She had been angry and hostile towards me for the comment I made about her parents. I needed to do some digging into her parents' past. She may have gotten offended when I stated the truth, but it was obvious she looked nothing like her parents, that surely meant something. Her hair, eyes, facial features, and even build were entirely different. We all inherited something of our parents, even if it was subtle. She has been distracted since then, asking me not to mention it to the king. I didn’t plan to.
YILEYNA I awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed. I scanned the room frantically. Alone. I was alone. My heart was pounding, and once again, the nightmare of the night my parents were killed was replaying in my mind. I ran my trembling hand through my hair, closing my eyes as the emotions that I tried to control hit me full force. Focus Yileyna, it's ok. It’s going to be ok… No, it wasn’t ok… They died saving me and were marked as traitors. They were not traitors! I had to prove their innocence! I had to… Goddess… I wrapped my arms around my legs, burying my head in my knees. Focus. Breathe… What time was it? Where was Theon? Was he still not back? ‘They’re dead.’ Theon’s words from that night rang in my head, I felt the crushing agony in my chest break its restraint and hit me brutally. It was my fault. They died because of me. I won’t cry. I can’t. But I was unable to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks as I pressed a fist against my chest, trying to co
THEON I needed this. I needed an outlet to the tornado that was destroying my mind from within. Grabbing her nightdress from the floor, I ripped a strip from it and reaching over, covered her eyes. If she couldn’t see me, then I didn’t need to try and hide the emotions from my eyes… She was always trying to search them, and I knew she was looking for any signs that I had any feelings for… I pulled her up, pushing her onto her knees facing the bed. Her breasts were pressed against the mattress, and I yanked her head backwards. She moaned softly and I smirked, kissing her neck sensually from behind. She looked perfect, her legs slightly apart… arms tied behind her back. Her ass was in nothing but panties that she was going to lose soon enough. "Keep those legs apart, I’ll be right back." I whispered seductively, running my free hand down her ass, making her moan. "Yes, my king." My eyes blazed and I growled lowly. Fuck, I liked it when she called me that. "That’s my girl." I span
YILEYNA I awoke to find the bed empty, feeling a pang of pain inside of me. I know he had a lot to do, but I did wish I could at least wake up to him next to me, even if it was just occasionally. My entire body felt sore and achy, yet the lightness that I felt in my chest was immeasurable. A smile played on my lips and my cheeks burned as I thought of last night. It had been different, and even if I was blindfolded, it only heightened my other senses. I felt as if we had somehow become closer. It was almost as if we had opened ourselves to one another in an entirely new way. I was sure Theon felt something much more for me than he admitted. He couldn’t put it into words, but I was positive he was falling for me. I smiled happily, hugging the blanket to my chest. He had cleaned me too. No one did that unless they truly cared. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling utterly happy and content. My Theon… just like I was his… My heart leapt when I heard the sound of movement in the o
THEON I entered the king’s office, trying to do my best to remain emotionless. The burning rage of resentment and hatred bubbling beneath the surface of my skin was growing ever stronger. I couldn’t remove the image of her from my mind, in that thin white shirt, as she stood in the cold with concern and fear clear in her grey eyes… I hated it, hated that I had left her when I could see her breaking before my very eyes. She had only wanted one small gesture of reassurance that I wasn’t leaving her, but I was, and I couldn’t string her along any longer than I already had. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done in life, but I had to. She was a distraction from my goal. "Theon, are you alright?" Andres asked, frowning as he looked up at me from behind his desk. I gave a curt nod. "You wanted to see me?" I said. Never had I detested him as much as I did at this moment. He was the reason for all of this. "I did, but if now isn’t the right time, we can postpone our meeting