FAZER LOGINBy morning, she had already dozed off, her head resting against the edge of the bed beside him.Azriel was the first to wake. For a moment he simply lay there, disoriented, the pale light of dawn creeping in through the curtains before the memory of the night settled back over him—the wound, the fever, the quiet weight of someone sitting beside him through every hour of it. He turned his head slightly and found her there, slumped forward with her cheek pressed against the mattress, a stray strand of hair falling across her face with each slow breath.He stayed still for a long moment, just watching her.Carefully, almost hesitantly, he reached over and brushed the strand of hair away from her face, his movements slow enough not to wake her. He let his gaze linger a moment longer than he probably should have, a quiet, unreadable expression settling over his features. *Why would she go through all this trouble for me?* he thought. Staying up through the night, wiping his forehead over a
The knock came again, sharper this time, and panic surged through her chest before she could stop it.She looked toward Azriel, half-expecting him to say something, to tell her what to do, but he only stared back at her with that same pale, pained urgency in his eyes, his grip still weak around her wrist. There was no time to think it through properly. She gently pried her hand free, pressed a finger to her lips in a silent plea for him to stay quiet, and slipped out of his room, easing the door shut behind her with a soft click.Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat as she crossed the living room toward the front door. She smoothed down her clothes, took one steadying breath, and forced her expression into something that resembled calm before turning the lock and pulling the door open.Orion stood on the other side, one eyebrow slightly raised, his gaze flicking past her shoulder into the dim living room behind her before settling back on her face."Auriel,"
I didn't know what to do as panic set in within me. I tried my absolute best to calm down—panicking wouldn't help either of us, and Azriel needed someone steady right now, not someone falling apart beside him.I knelt down next to him and said, "Fine. I won't call anyone. But if you lose consciousness, I'm ignoring everything you just said and calling for help. That's not negotiable."Azriel gave a faint nod, his eyes half-lidded, as though even that small motion cost him more than it should have.The living room wasn't safe—not with Orion, Lucian, or Kael liable to walk through the front door at any moment. He needed to be somewhere out of sight. Thankfully, his room was on the ground floor, just off the hallway, so I wouldn't have to drag him up an entire flight of stairs on top of everything else.I looped his arm over my shoulder and tried to help him up, and immediately regretted underestimating just how much dead weight a barely-conscious person could be. He was tall, broad-shou
Lo and behold, as soon as I got to the kitchen, I found the food Lucian was talking about. Talk about a feast—that's exactly what this was. There was a variety of dishes spread across the long dining table—steamed rice, creamy mashed potatoes, grilled wyvern steak, slow-cooked beef stew, roasted vegetables, fresh fish, berry tarts, and warm apple pie. The rich aroma of herbs and butter filled the kitchen, making it feel less like a dormitory and more like a royal banquet hall.The life of royalty sure is different, I thought. I served myself some creamy mashed potatoes, a bowl of steamed rice, and chicken soup, then sat down at the dining table and ate until I was full. Afterward, I checked the time and realized it was almost evening—nearly time for gravity chamber training. I rested for a little while, then got up, went to my room, and changed out of my dress into a combat uniform. I left the house and headed back toward the main building, where the gravity chamber was located. Bef
The room remained silent long after the system's voice disappeared. I stared at the words floating before my eyes, unable to process them completely.*Your soul is weaker than the spirit dwelling within your weapon.*Those words continued to repeat in my mind, louder than they should have been. A weapon spirit stronger than its own master.The thought alone was humiliating. I had spent years believing that strength was measured by mana capacity, combat ability, and the techniques one could master. Those were things I could train. Things I could improve. But the soul was different. It was the foundation of everything. And now I had discovered that the very thing I relied on to control my weapon was the reason I couldn't even summon it.I slowly lowered my hand and looked at my empty palm. Earlier that day, everyone in the Hall of Arms had watched that sword choose me. I could still remember the shock on everyone's faces, the whispers spreading through the crowd, and Professor Wickham's
The moment I stepped out of the hall, it felt as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. As Lyra and I walked, she suddenly broke the silence."Auriel, I have a feeling you might be a descendant of a royal bloodline."I smiled and shook my head. "Your imagination runs too wild. I'm just a commoner who got lucky enough to be accepted into this school."Lyra paused and put on an overly dramatic, stunned expression. "Did I just experience the 'tell me you're a genius without telling me you're a genius' trick?"We stared at each other for a second without blinking, then burst into laughter."Only God knows what goes on in that head of yours," I replied."Well, you definitely can't blame me for thinking that way. Most of our classmates believe you might be a princess hiding her identity—and that maybe you're here to choose one of the Crown Kings as your fiancé," she defended."What?!" I exclaimed. This had to be one of the oddest assumptions I'd heard in my eighteen y







