EdricI hadn’t said it out loud, but everything felt emptier without her. The halls echoed more than they used to. The light pouring in from the windows felt paler somehow like the sun had decided we were no longer worthy of its warmth the second she left.Muzan sat across from me at the long dining table, poking absently at a plate he hadn’t even touched. He wasn’t much of a talker, but now, more than ever, there was nothing from him. It wasn’t the usual comfortable silence. It was more of a brooding, indifferent repose…like he still suffered from the guilt that plagued him.“You know, if she was here, she’d have made a better-tasting meal,” I chuckled humorlessly as I stabbed the piece of meat with my fork. Meat was the only thing I knew how to do well enough.The rest on the plate was a mangled scramble of nonsense. Green, red, and whatever colors looked edible, mashed into the plate, hoping it tasted like it could fit in the stomach.We were immortal, so poisoning wasn’t a conce
DianaThe garden was beautiful, I’d give Ronald that much. Golden lanterns hung from tree branches, casting soft halos over the trimmed hedges and stone walkways. The scent of blooming night roses drifted in the air, mingling with the quiet chirps of crickets and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. For a moment, it almost felt like I could allow the peace to settle in my chest.Ronald sat beside me on a bench carved from dark oak, sipping something from a silver cup. He looked relaxed, legs stretched out, one arm resting behind me on the bench, just barely touching. I didn’t mind the silence but it didn’t last long.“I dream of ruling this whole territory,” he said suddenly, staring out into the darkness like he was seeing his name carved across the sky. “Not just the central region. All of it.”I blinked. “All of it?”He nodded, his voice thick with certainty. “Every pack. Every forest. From the shadowed cliffs up north to the marshes down south. United under one banner.”“That’
DianaThe breathing was near. The eyes were unmistakable. Even in my sleep, I could feel them peering deep into my soul.The strangeness I felt was probably what caused me to stir awake.My eyelids fluttered open slowly, and it took a moment to register the figure sitting across the room. Silent. Still.Watching me.“Ronald?” My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “What… are you doing?”He didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. He just sat there on the ornate chair beside the window, his fingers laced together as if he had been waiting for hours.A slow grin spread across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“Morning, sunshine,” he said softly. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.”I pulled the sheets closer to my chest and sat up, suddenly too aware of how vulnerable I felt. “Have you been sitting there all night?”“Not all night,” he replied with a shrug. “Just since dawn.”I frowned. “Why?”There came the shrug again. Almost as though what he was doing could pass for being normal.He tilte
EdricThe sharp knock of claws against stone stirred me awake.My body ached. Every inch of me felt like I’d been dragged through the claws of a hundred wolves and thrown into a furnace. But none of it compared to the ache inside.“Edric…”The voice was strained. It was raw and scratchy, but I recognized it.Muzan.His skin was pale, stretched taut over his bones, but his eyes were clear again. No longer burning with that feral gold, but dim… sorrowful. He looked like he was drunk and was just beginning to sober up…like a man tethered just on the brink of madness, balancing himself between the planes of lucidity and sorrow.But he was…him. Not the beast that tore me apart, almost limb for limb.“You’re awake,” I muttered.“Yeah,” he said softly. “You too.”“Well, I am now.”He moved slowly like his joints hurt just to function. He sat on the bench across from me, arms draped over his knees, eyes unfocused.Neither of us said anything for a while. It was Muzan who broke the silence fir
DianaThe bed was too soft to be real.The sheets felt like clouds wrapped around my body and I couldn’t resist the urge to stir ever so often.Also, why was I in a bed?For a second, I thought I was dreaming.That was the only way this could make sense. But the dull ache in my legs from the arduous trek, and the stings across every other part of my body told me this was a little realer than I thought it was.Then, knowing that I wasn’t sleeping, the question became more desperate in need of an answer.Why was I in a bed?My eyes shot open.The ceiling above me was polished wood, smooth and dark, carved with delicate vine patterns I didn’t recognize. Everything smelled clean. No dust, no musk, no wildflowers or pine. Just linen, oil, and faint lavender.I turned slightly, wincing as my muscles screamed. A soft gasp followed.“Oh, please don’t move too much!” a voice said gently.I blinked until the blur cleared and focused on the girl standing beside the bed. Young…late teens, maybe.
DianaI didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it.Edric… he had pinned me down.My shoulder still ached where his grip had left red marks, and the image of his eyes haunted me more than I wanted to admit. There was something wild within them…something unhinged.It wasn’t like him. Not the man who brought me pancakes in bed. Not the man who bandaged the wounds on a dying pup without being asked. But no matter how much I tried to reason it away, my body had already memorized the fear.I sat on the floor, my back against the door, feebly thinking that my weight could keep him from entering. It provided a false sense of security…and in fact, stopped him from entering.He turned the knob and pushed it. Upon being denied, he simply stopped.“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly through the door. “Diana, I swear, I just…”“Leave me alone,” I sobbed. My voice was already hoarse from everything that I had been through in just the past few days. I hated how small I felt. How weak…how