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The Cold Prince 1
I'm suddenly aware of everything. First is the pain, striking right between my temples. It makes me wince, until I realise that my facial muscles are stiff. As I raise my hand to touch them, my wrist hits concrete, my skin raw as I yelp in pain.Darkness surrounds me, as my eyes slowly peel open, seeing nothing but swirling colour on a black canvas in my vision. The air is stale, as I breathe in deeply, my joints clicking in response. I must have fallen asleep in an odd position, as all my limbs feel numb. And then it hits me. Where am I? Who am I? No matter how deep I scrape the back of mind, everything comes up blank. I remember nothing. "Help!" I yell, pressing the palms of my hands against the ceiling above me, the bite of cold from it striking through my tender skin.My voice is hoarse, unused, scratching painfully at my throat. "Please someone help me!"A yelp sounds from whatever concrete casing I'm trapped in, and then some frantic mumbling. I'm not sure what is going on
The Cold Prince 2
~Avila My throat is tight as I stare down at the pictures Crimson holds in front of me. "This was you when you were only a little girl," she breathes, pointing to the centre of the photo. "You were so vivacious, so energetic. Your Kingdom became enamoured by you immediately, predicting that you would be a fair, but responsible Queen one day."The photo is of me, a young girl wearing a fluffy red dress, standing in a grand courtyard. Pink petals rain down around me. A cold feeling shudders through me at the absence of any recognition. "My Kingdom?" I whisper. Crimson, my mother, rests her hand on my arm. "It is to be yours one day, of course."The thought is so daunting my vision becomes fuzzy for a moment. How can I rule over a Kingdom I know nothing about? "Perhaps keep the bigger information for later. We need to be gradual about introducing her to her old life,” Roel says. He sits on the other side of the bed, watching on thoughtfully. I could kiss this strange old man. "O
The Cold Prince 3
~AvilaI stare down at my hands, deep in thought.Regardless of how long I spend scraping at the very edges of my mind, there are no memories to be found.Pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes, I let out a frustrated groan.Who am I meant to be? What am I supposed to do now? My initial confusion has melted away into frustration, and I just want to scream.I cast my gaze off to the window.The moon is round and full tonight, casting an ethereal glow into the room. My eyes flutter closed, a sweet, flower-scented breeze ruffling through the curtains, blowing over my damp skin, finally cooling it.I need to get outside. I can't be in this room a moment longer.Snatching a sheer dressing gown off its hook, I slip it on and make my way out the door and into the corridor.Everything about this place is vast and cold.The ceilings are tall and sweeping, adorned with ornate fixtures and painted various shades to create intricate patterns.My bare feet pad against the cool wooden floor
The Cold Prince 4
~AvilaI clear my throat, shifting uncomfortably.This isn't how I wanted to meet my future husband. I've got dirt and blood on me, and he stands amidst the shadows like they bleed from him."So...You're him," I let out, trying not to take a wary step backwards.He raises his brows. "Him?”It's frightening, knowing that he knows more about me than I know about myself. There was a whole life I lived before dying, and I'm the only one not privy to it.“The man I’m supposed to be marrying," I breathe.My gaze drifts down to his hand. No ring. Maybe it isn't confirmed that we are still to be married. I mean, what if in the time that I was gone, he moved on.I wouldn't blame him...He takes a step toward me, his hands gliding into his pockets.What I've deduced so far is that he's an intense person, and I've only been in his company for a few minutes. His gaze hasn't shifted from me since he stopped trying to see what I was chasing after. I'm not even sure those steely grey eyes have blink
The Cold Prince 5
~Avila"This is a beautiful room," I comment, wandering in.Roel jumps, whirling around. After breakfast I saw him wandering off down the hallway and decided to follow him. He's the only one here who understands me, and as far as I'm concerned, the only one that can teach me what I want to know.He rests a frail hand on his chest, letting out a shaky laugh."Avila, you frightened me," he murmurs. "How are you feeling?"I look around the room, impressed.The ceiling is mostly a dome shaped skylight, letting in a satisfying amount of natural light, right down onto a large old table piled high with books and paper. One wall is smothered by bookshelves laden with books, while the opposite wall has a variety of stained maps depicting unfamiliar lands."I'm feeling tired," I admit, letting out a long breath. Being doted on by nurses constantly is starting to get on my nerves.It's like they think they will find something off about me...nothing has turned up yet."It must be strange seeing m
The Cold Prince 6
~AvilaEveryone sits stiffly around the table, staring down at their food.They have all about half cleared their plate, while mine remains mostly untouched. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's some kind of soup with absolutely no seasoning.My stomach turns just looking at it."It was your favourite meal," Crimson states, eyeing me warily.I'm tired of everyone looking at me like I'm something to fear, like I'm going to explode at any moment. Maybe they don't want to lose me again, but I feel fine."It tastes plain," I say, picking up some of the reddish brown liquid on my spoon, letting it drip back down into the bowl."That's what you liked," Vade mutters from across the table. "Plain and simple."He's been avoiding my gaze since dinner was served. Crimson set up a whole introduction that includes this dinner, knowing nothing about my previous meeting with him in the middle of the night.It's a good thing she doesn't know. She's been flustered since Vade numbly introduced hi
The Cold Prince 7
~Avila"Please don't hurt me!" I shriek, pressing my back against the headboard.He frowns a little, dark brows drawing together. He looks the picture of darkness, the shadows drenching him and his cloaked figure.If there is any reason for a hooded figure to climb through my window at night, it's to kill me."Av, it's me," he soothes, approaching.I hold my hands out in front of me, causing him to stop in his tracks. Whether I knew him before I lost my memory doesn't matter. There's something dangerous about him, which frightens away my curiosity."I know you-"He cuts me off by approaching quickly. Before I can so much as scream, his wet, gloved hands grasp the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.I gasp. The pressure of his lips is a vaguely familiar feeling. His hand grips tightly to my neck, keeping me still. The feeling of being kissed, which is entirely foreign to me until now, is pleasant, although slightly terrifying.Realisation hits me like a rock in the side of the h
The Cold Prince 8
~AvilaThe fabric around my waist is pulled tighter, pressing the breath from my lungs."Ow," I yelp as a needle pokes my skin, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.I look ridiculous. I'm standing in front of a large mirror, staring back at a version of me I don't recgonise.Since my memory has returned to me, I've struggled to relate to the person I see in the mirror. Coming to terms with the fact that this is me has been harder than I anticipated."Apologies Princess, the needle is awfully sharp," the seamstress murmurs, securing the fabric in place with her safety pin.I stare at the dress she is working on. The fabric, on the outside, is light and flowy, but the structure of the dress is suffocating as it pulls at my rubs and presses into my lungs."Stop flinching, dear, and the seamstress won't poke you," Crimson exclaims, brushing my hair back over my shoulder so she can admire the sweeping neckline."This is very uncomfortable," I grit out.When Roel isn't around, Crimson
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