[Amor’s POV] Food was served and thank god she ate decently, like a lady. But even during eating, she used to lift her head, holding a spoon in her mouth, and look around. There were all kinds of people. Some were using a spoon, fork, and knife to eat their food, and some used their hands. That was their culture. Zeve put the spoon aside and started eating with her hands, too. That was a completely different side of hers I was witnessing. She was observing, learning, and accepting their culture as her own quickly. More like embracing a whole new culture in her warm and gentle embrace, like a bird hugging her babies in her wings. It was a quality of an excellent luna. If she accepted Arginieth with such love, undoubtedly, she could turn out to be a nurturer. If Arginieth could get her warmth as a luna… I held my chest because something inside was making my heart flutter. As if my kid, my public, my people who became orphans after my father’s death would finally find the love and w
[Zeve’s POV] I didn’t know if Chaz was provided with a proper burial ceremony after Amor killed him or not. I would never ask the killer of my mate about his burial. Amor might lie to me to hurt me more or tell the truth and hurt me even more. I couldn’t pray for his safety in the afterlife because of the chaos my life was put into because of Amor. Using this auspicious festival, I wanted to wish for Chaz’s soul to rest in peace. Amor was constantly looking at the map of the kingdom he had got when we entered the borders. The roses were unique. Half black and half red. Was that naturally possible? I didn’t know, but their fragrance was sweetly rosy, like the flowers had bloomed on an eclipse. “Zeve, wait!” He stopped near a stable. “I will sell this horse.” “Why?” I asked, confused. “You will not ride it, and I am not riding it with you under any circumstances. So it will only be a burden.” I looked at our horse. “But how can you abandon him after he helped us come here?” Th
[Zeve’s POV] I took in a deep breath, shutting my eyes, and fell to the ground. Memories from my past came crashing on me. All overwhelming me at the same time. I cupped my palms around my mouth, but breaths wouldn’t go in. Blood rushed through my veins as if they would rush out, tearing them apart. I clenched my chest. It’s suffocating… “Zeve!” Amor rushed to me. He knelt in front of me as he held my shoulders. “Zeve! What’s wrong?” “I can’t…” I gasped, tears slithering away from my eyes without control. “... breathe.” “What?” He looked around frantically. “I am hugging you, ok?” I nodded once. He hugged me. “Calm down… it’s ok. I am here.” He caressed my hair, stroking my back. “You are breathing completely fine. It’s just a panic attack. Take a deep breath, hmm? Come on, do it with me.” We parted and looking into my eyes; he took a deep breath and so did I with him. “Keep it in. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Now release your breath through your mouth…” he said, and I exhal
[Amor’s POV] “Let me see,” she almost yelled at me. I took my hand back. “What do you want?” I asked her vexingly. “To apply this medicine on your wound,” she said. Giving her a look, I got up from the rock and headed near the river. She followed me. “Amor, I don’t care about you.” I shut my eyes, then skimmed it from the river to her. “Then show me you don’t care about me. You can’t come with medicine in your hand for a wound in my hand and tell me you don’t care.” She gaped at me with blank eyes. Her eyelids soon became heavy with tears that she dried off, blinking. She dropped her gaze and was about to turn to leave. “Why the hell are ‘you’ crying now?” I sighed, annoyingly. “I am hurt. I should be crying. What is wrong with you? What in the world do you want? Why is it so freaking difficult to understand you? I told you I don’t need your medicine. My wound will heal on its own. I don’t like anyone touching my wounds. Do you get it?” Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I am s
[Amor’s POV] I hid behind a tree and observed her for some time. I would catch her right when she would try to escape. Maybe all that wishing on the flower was a facade to hide her true intentions from me. “It must hurt, right?” I heard her talk to Vaayu. “I shouldn’t have wasted time on him. He says he can’t understand me, huh? I can’t understand him. Who enjoys pain? No one in their sane mind will.” She was cleaning Vaayu’s wounds on his back, neck, legs, and knees. Vaayu neighed, moving his tail as if he was agreeing to everything she said. She squatted near the river and cleaned the cloth she used to clear Vaayu’s wounds in the running water. “I will apply the medicine to your wounds. It might burn a little, but this medicine is magical. May is a really amazing doctor. You should meet her. She speaks less, but speaks wisdom. Like Lucella, she is the ideal lady, fearless, intelligent, caring, cold, but warm at the same time. When I speak of caring and affectionate, lady Ella c
[Amor’s POV] Venus breathed in through her clenched teeth when her rose collided with someone else’s and veered from the path. Only Zeve’s rose was travelling in a straight line to the centre, isolated from all kinds of interruptions happening around it. Venus squatted near Zeve, following and cheering for her rose. “Your rose is so aloof from the others, as if it has its own intelligence and knows where it should go.” She said with amazement. There was a lotus floating in the middle of the pond. That was the destination for all the roses. I stood behind Zeve, stoically peering at the rose. I crossed my hands across my chest. My wrist was bleeding less, so I tightened my grip around it, reopening the wound. God knows why I wanted that wound to not heal. It was as if I was waiting for something to happen, but didn’t know what. The blood stained my shirt, too, but who cared? The rose race was more intriguing to watch. Several other roses headed to the lotus too, along with Zeve
[Amor’s POV] She forced a smile on her face. “I will never love again. Love can only get a true meaning from one’s mate. My mate is gone and on that rose I wished for his peaceful end and afterlife. I won’t love again. And… you think a girl’s only goal is to sleep with a man? That is the value and meaning of a woman in your eyes. But don’t you think we can have goals, too?” “Goals? What other goals can you have other than having kids, raising them, cooking for your family, keeping your husband and family happy? That is what women have been doing, and that is what they will do. What other goal can you possibly have?” I completely disagree with every statement I made, but I knew it would enrage her and that was exactly why I said those words. My plans for women and my definition of women were unfathomable, but I wanted to know what women meant in her eyes. The disgust in her eyes was clear, yet she couldn’t speak a word. “Come on, tell me what your goal is, except the ones I said.
[Zeve’s POV] “What do you mean, if I am living? Of course, I am.” He said, tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes. “What is the purpose of your life? What keeps you going?” He peered into my eyes for a long time, then said with a subtle smirk, “told you right now. It’s to change this world. That’s the only goal of this life of mine.” “But how? By killing countless people. By being merciless and heartless. By violence? If that is what you are living for, then what are you living for?” “At least I have a goal, a purpose defined for my life. Right, wrong, I don’t care. Bad, good, I don’t care. Humane, inhumane, I don’t care. I am much better than a-living-nothing like you. Empty from inside like a puppet. As if you were tam…” he stopped speaking. My heart sped up as I expected hearing that word ‘tamed’ again. That word. That one word had ruined my whole life. He cleared his throat. My body turned stiff. “You are easy to manipulate.” He avoided using that word. But why? Did he