تسجيل الدخولZade
The howling blizzard fell silent inside my head in a single deafening instant. My boots came to a halt in the knee-deep snow. Lucius was one step ahead of me, but his presence, the heavy breathing of the horses, even the exhaustion weighing down my own body ceased to exist. Until now, the bond, that invisible, unbreakable bridge connecting Eira and me, had carried only her pain, her fear, and the dark, pulsing desire burning within her. But noZade The howling blizzard fell silent inside my head in a single deafening instant. My boots came to a halt in the knee-deep snow. Lucius was one step ahead of me, but his presence, the heavy breathing of the horses, even the exhaustion weighing down my own body ceased to exist. Until now, the bond, that invisible, unbreakable bridge connecting Eira and me, had carried only her pain, her fear, and the dark, pulsing desire burning within her. But now… Something else was there. A foreign presence. A cold, arrogant, icy touch slithered into my mind like a venomous serpent, coiling itself around the pure, heated energy radiating from Eira. A man. And he was with her. “Look at her, Prince…” the stranger whispered, his icy voice echoing directly inside my skull. I didn’t just hear his words. I felt his gaze. I felt that miserable bastard looking at Eira. W
EiraThe weight of the silence inside the cave was almost unbearable. After Kaelen left, the blue light radiating from the walls dimmed, as if the cave itself were breathing with me, sensing the turmoil raging inside my soul.I sat on the stone floor with my legs tucked beneath me. My body was still trembling, not only from the cold but from Zade drawing closer, something the pulsing bond made impossible to ignore. With every heartbeat, I felt the vibrations of the prince’s fury echoing through my chest. That anger was no longer distant. I no longer sensed it across another continent, but somewhere here, in the merciless wastelands of No Man’s Land.“He’s here,” my mind whispered, and with it came both terror and an irresistible, guilty longing.Movement stirred at the entrance of the cave.It wasn’t Kaelen.A young woman stepped inside, her face completely hidden beneath the hood of her cloak. She carried several leather pouches
ZadeThe borderlands of No Man’s Land were every bit as merciless as the legends claimed.The pine forests had long since given way to a kingdom of barren black cliffs and eternal snow, where the wind didn’t simply blow—it sliced through flesh like countless frozen blades.My warhorse had finally given out.Two miles earlier, it had collapsed to its knees in the snow, its lungs rasping desperately for the thin, icy air. I couldn’t bring myself to drive it any farther. I left it sheltered inside a narrow rock crevice with the last handful of grain I had left.From there, I continued on foot.Each step sank to my knees in untouched snow. My legs felt as though they were made of lead, yet the inferno burning inside me refused to let me stop for even a heartbeat.The bond inside my chest continued to pull with ruthless force.That distorted connection a few minutes ago had nearly driven me insane.When I le
EiraThe cold wasn’t merely in the air.It had burrowed into my bones, as if death itself were breathing over me from the darkness.When my consciousness slowly clawed its way back through agony, the first thing I felt was the freezing, damp stone floor pressed against my cheek.Every inch of my body screamed in pain.The memory of the fall came back in shattered fragments: the swirling black storm, the deadly arrows forged from ice, Noctis’ desperate, agonized roar… and then the plunge into suffocating nothingness.Noctis.Instinctively, I reached for my dragon through our bond.Only dull, deafening emptiness answered.He wasn’t dead—I would have felt that. I would have died with him.But something… or someone… was blocking his presence.Groaning, I tried to push myself upright.My muscles barely obeyed.The moment I braced myself on my hand, a faint greenish-white g
ZadeThe rhythmic, deafening thunder of my warhorse’s hooves matched the relentless beat of the dark madness pounding inside my skull.I had been riding for four days.For four days I had barely slept, barely eaten, and not allowed myself a single moment of rest.My body hovered on the edge of complete exhaustion. My muscles felt as heavy as lead, dragging me down with every mile, yet the fury raging inside me refused to let me stop.I had left the empire behind.The King’s soldiers.My father’s threats.Everything that had once been my life.Only the merciless northern wind mattered now, slicing across my face like a thousand tiny frozen daggers. My heavy wool cloak was soaked with morning mist, but I barely noticed the cold.Hell burned inside me.Eira had left.And she had taken Noctis with her.I clenched my teeth and gripped the reins so hard that the leather of
EiraFreedom was ice cold.And it carried the suffocating taste of guilt.High above the clouds, where the noise of the world could no longer reach us, the wind lashed against my face like thousands of tiny needles piercing my skin. My chattering teeth kept rhythm with the tension twisting inside me.Noctis’ enormous wings beat through the sky with regal, unstoppable power, carrying us farther away from the southern plains, the smoke of war, the King’s gilded cage…And him.Zade.I squeezed my eyes shut, yet I saw him even more clearly in the darkness.The way he had looked at me after our victory.Those blue eyes burning with fierce, possessive pride.The face I had abandoned in the dim healing chamber, leaving behind nothing but a single black dagger on my pillow.You betrayed him, my conscience whispered.You took away his dragon.You took away yourself.A
Zade Her wrist was thin, almost fragile in my grip, yet the tension radiating from her felt like a drawn bowstring. As I led her deeper into the belly of the palace, the corridors grew narrower and the walls glistened with dampness in the torchlight. Something was wrong. This was not the
Eira After the door closed behind Zade I was left alone in the steaming silence. The water was hot, almost burning my skin, but I welcomed the pain. I scrubbed myself with the rough sponge until my skin turned red. I wanted to wash everything off. The dust of the streets. The memory of the th
Eira My wrist throbbed from his grip. He dragged me across the dusty square as if I were livestock being hauled to slaughter, not a human being. I tried to plant my feet. I tried to shove away from him. But the prince was like an immovable wall of stone. With every jerk of his arm I felt the
Zade The dragon smoke was suffocating, but I had learned long ago how to breathe in it. Leaning against the marble railing of the balcony, I watched the crowd swirling below and felt the urge to burn the whole place to the ground. The smell of cheap perfume and sweat drifted up to me, mixed wit







