LOGINFaelaThree days in a locked room is enough to make you talk to the walls.I didn't. I sat on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest and replayed the same loop until the edges wore smooth. His back against my chest. His heartbeat slamming through me. The red leaving his eyes.Maids came three time
ConriThree days.I opened my eyes to a ceiling I knew too well. Stone arches. Torch sconces. The infirmary under the east wing, where they brought me every month after the worst of it passed.My body felt like something had chewed on it from the inside. Every joint ached. My right hand throbbed, an
FaelaHis chest heaved with each breath. A low sound rolled out of him, not a growl, not a voice. Something older. Something that lived beneath language.My legs had locked. My lungs wouldn't fill. The moonlight cut between us and turned the blood-red of his eyes into something liquid, something ali
FaelaThe door opened. A guard stepped in carrying a wooden box."Apologies for the interruption." He set the box on the table. "His Majesty asked me to deliver this. He forgot to give it to the new Luna."Ursula reached for the box before I could. Her fingers unlatched the clasp and lifted the lid.
FaelaMy face was still warm when the guard knocked on my door the next morning.Not from sleep. From the loop of images that had played behind my eyelids all night — water on his chest, his hand on my lower back, the impossible width of his shoulders dripping in the lamplight. I'd pressed my face i
ConriShe didn't look back.I watched her disappear down the corridor, towel clutched to her chest, bare feet slapping wet stone. Her hair dripped a trail of water behind her. She walked like she was fleeing a burning building, shoulders hunched, elbows tucked, and even from behind, I could see the







