KIAN
I had refused to wear the elven style clothes; they were a little too fucking feminine for me. I chose to opt for the most suitable pants and shirt I had packed. I did accept some boots and a belt though. I didn’t need a crown or any extravagant crap to make it clear that I was the Alpha King. I was wearing a black shirt, black pants and the boots that were dark brown.
I was a little annoyed that Morgana had been pulled away from me to get ready, or rather, I had been removed from our bedroom. Two hours had passed and I had not seen her still. I was ready and pacing the hall, with none other than the pretty boy as company, who was obviously in all white… Maybe I was being a little fucking petty, but yeah, I was not going to wear the same colour as him.
I looked at him, having a question that had been at the front of my mind, and one I may not have the chance to ever ask again…
"What is it Alpha Kian? You certainly wish to ask me something." Orria
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this calm chapter before they continue on their adventure!
MORGANA The following day, after breakfast, we set out before the sun was even up in the sky: Having packed more supplies and a good number of antidotes just in case. We were given two horses although Kian wasn’t too keen on it, Orrian said it was better for us to ride them until they tire and then reserve energy. Agreeing it would help a little, we took the horses. I was dressed in pale grey pants, a long-sleeved, fitted top and a hooded cloak on top. Despite them being from the elves, we made sure they just looked simple, with no elven thread-work on them, not wanting to let my brother know where we were coming from. Kian, on the other hand, refused to wear anything of theirs, and I had to admit it was rather amusing when his ego got in the way. We were now at the borders of Elandorr, and although Orrian would see us again in a few weeks, he stubbornly wanted to come to see us off. "Thank you to you and Elandorr for eve
MORGANA It took us two nights to reach the Sanguine Empire and infiltrate the border patrol, making our way through to the palace undetected. I knew all the ins and outs of this place, it had not been hard at all. We were now in my old bedroom. To my surprise, it was well dusted and kept clean, yet there was no one using it and neither had my things been removed… "It’s strange." I whispered, looking around my room, the nostalgic memories of me spending time in this room returning strongly… Oh, how it felt like decades ago… "What is?" Kian said, staring at my wall of weapons. "This wall is impressive." "Thanks, I selected that dagger to kill you with from here." I smirked, my smile fading when I realised it had been placed back on the wall where it belonged. Weird… My brother had wanted me gone, I'm surprised he didn’t burn everything I ever owned, so why was this room kept like this? My heart skipped a beat when I reali
MORGANA Azrael’s eyes widened and he stared at me shocked, before the familiar suspicion and anger replaced it. "Mated to one of those beasts… How father is probably turning in his grave." He said, with disgust. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I had to, for our people and for Kian, who was doing this for me… For MY kind. "I am here to warn you to pick the right side, countless men will fall if you continue on this path. Azrael, if not for me, do it for father, whom we both loved." I said, or so I hoped… Focusing my mind on penetrating his, the familiar shrill sound filled my head before I managed to hear a glimpse of his thoughts. ‘Father… I wish he were here… he would have known what to do…’ I frowned, and continued. "For our people and for your son… make this kingdom something he can be proud of. If you join hands with us, we are willing to give this kingdom the food and supplies it needs." I said softly. "Then
MORGANA The following day, Kian once again laid low whilst I left to talk to my brother. Blood had been sent to my room, but there was only one type I drank now, and that was my mates. The handsome, god-like man who was everything a girl could dream of and more. I had pulled on a high neck, sleeveless, maroon crushed velvet dress which fell to the floor with slits down each side, paired with a small tiara and heels. I had decided I would visit my brother’s quarters, because I really wanted to see my nephew! With Azrael, he surely wouldn’t even let me look at him. I looked down at the pouch in my hand. It wasn’t much... But it was the first time that I was meeting my nephew, so I wouldn’t come empty-handed. The guards that flanked the doors of the king’s quarters didn’t look surprised to see me, it seemed word had gotten around that I was back. They bowed to me and I smiled faintly. "Let the queen know that I’m here." I stated. One of t
MORGANA"It hasn’t been long." I said, strangely calm as I stared at him. "You knowing I was here. Might have been the first alarm bell…"Although that was something Kian pointed out, I was far too adamant that my uncle could never be so…It almost felt as if I was seeing him for the first time. How had I never noticed this before?The screaming truth that was blaring in my head, telling me that he was responsible for my father’s death, was making my heart clench. How could he? And then pretending to care for us, for me? I remembered how loving and caring he always acted throughout our lives…He smiled and nodded, pouring himself another glass and picking it up. Although something told me not to let him get his strength up… I didn’t move. I needed to hear the truth from him."Why did you do it?" I asked quietly. "Father loved you."He smiled faintly, raising an eyebrow."You seem to have al
KIAN Something was wrong. The moment I felt her storm of emotions through the bond, I left the room; grabbing some poison, antidote, and a long sword from her collection. I followed her scent as my emotions filled me like a storm. Not caring for the guards who started shouting and chasing me. "I need to find Morgana!" I growled, ripping them off me as I let my nose lead me, trying to calm the worry and fear that were gripping me for her safety. ‘Mate is in danger!’ Thanatos thundered and I could feel him trying to come to the front. I rushed through the doors where her scent was strong and several guards were gathered, clearly looking for something. Morgana’s scent was strong here, as well as the overpowering smell of blood. I took in the scene before me, the entire floor was practically covered in blood mixed with shattered glass, and several guards were searching the room. "What the… Who are you?!" One of them asked. I raised the swo
Morgana Night had fallen, Kian and I were seated with Azrael and Anastasia having dinner, although it was only Kian who had food considering how scarce it was in the kingdom. Kian looked at his plate of rabbit meat with some vegetables, compared to the food in the Clair De Lune kingdom, the three-course meal was very small. He didn’t comment on it and simply ate, I appreciated it. He already knew the situation of our people, and I knew he would be willing to open trade negotiations. We had in fact been discussing everything since Uncle’s death. The truth was out, and luckily, both kings wanted peace despite their clear dislike of one another. "You need to call this off. Tell the Fae you will not ride into battle." I said, very aware of Kian’s strong arm brushing against my bare one and resisting the urge to shiver in pleasure. "They aren’t so easy to simply say no to, not when we have already made an agreement… One that uncle kept advising me was the
AZRAEL I was turning away when I heard Morgana shout, I looked back sharply as I sat upon my horse, staring through Olen’s Arch. I knew Morgana no matter what she wore or if her face was covered. She always held the grace and power of an Araton Royal; the way she held her swords, the way she fought and the way she struck down her enemies. She was one of the finest swordsmen of our kind. She was doubled over, gripping her waist as she fought off a Fae. Jaylen, the dick I was talking to and one of the four fae princes, raised his hand, motioning for them to storm through the arch that no longer stood where it once did. Morgana… "Your majesty, We need to go!" One of my men called out to me. I hesitated, staring back through the arch. I turned away, my heart racing as a memory from long ago flashed in my mind. (FLASHBACK) "Brother! Brother, look what I caught!" I glared down at my little sister. She was almost ten now, and