LOGIN*Ana*
I hold the little gift box tied in blue ribbon carefully on my lap as the carriage door closes after Maddie. The maid takes a seat and smiles across the cabin.
“And how are we feeling, my little Ana?” Maddie starts.
'My little Ana?'
I feel my cheeks warm at the new nickname. Maddie is being strange, per usual.
“Excited?”
“Yes,” I look out the window. Outside, there is a farewell party. Aunt Funda and Uncle are here. And some servants have joined. I can even make out many faces I see from the court.
It’s nice to see many come to see me off. But they don’t seem too excited. No one is waving or saying goodbye. I get a somber bow before they start heading back inside.
I haven’t even left yet.
I press my tongue to the roof of her mouth but say nothing at the slight insult. Even though I know that it’s not proper to leave before I do. But it’s quickly forgotten as I discover one still remains.
It’s the human with a scar over his brow. Admiral…something I think. He doesn’t talk much in court. But I catch him looking at me from time to time.
He stands alone as if waiting to send me off.
Admiral Nugen. His name becomes clear. I think he’s from the previous Empress’s guard. He worked for my mother.
“And you have your gift,” Maddie looks at the box. It brings me back from the window. I touch the box with tenderness. I feel myself have to smile with some pride.
“I hope Nicoli will like it,”
The toymaker had finished just in time for our departure. I inspected it quickly before putting it in the box and leaving. But maybe I should open the box?
To check.
But then I will mess up the bow. I have to weigh the pros and cons.
The toy should be fine. I console myself. The toy maker had been a man of talent. He would not risk sabotage. Not against the very empress. Right?
Perhaps, I should go ahead and check. Just in case.
“If it’s from you, of course, he will.” Maddie’s confidence stops my fidgety fingers. I leave the bow alone.
“Shall I lay a place for you to rest, your Empress?” Maddie has some pillows and blankets from under the red leather seats.
“I don’t think I could sleep,” I am honest with myself now. I may look calm on the outside, but I can’t stay still. I twitch and kick my feet. There is no way I could rest.
“Well, if you change your mind, just budge me. I’ll be asleep.” Maddie throws up a pillow on her bench before laying down. Her legs stretch to dangle off the side of the seat.
I can’t say I’m not a bit perturbed.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to sleep before your master.” I go, and Maddie laughs and turns on her side.
“Don’t be expecting me to stay awake the whole way. That’s work abuse.”
Maddie is joking, of course. But I still shake my head before leaning back in my seat. She may be able to sleep easily, but I can’t.
Which won’t make the trip easy. Dawny is quite a journey from Nochten. I know it would be better to sleep, but I can’t. This is just too exciting for me. I would never have thought in my long four years in Nochten that I would leave.
I never thought I’d see the day. And I don’t want to miss a minute.
“Uck,” I feel the carriage lurch forward. We are moving. Quick! I turn to gaze out the window.
As the carriage begins to build speed with the crack of the whip, I see the assembly is good and gone. All save for the one man. He watches me with quiet seriousness.
Something heavy weighs down on my chest when I match his eyes. I have to look away.
“Maddie-” But I’m out of luck. Maddie is now asleep.
Drats…
I have nothing else to do but look across to the other side.
Was I expecting something different? I wonder at the heavy feeling. I watch the mountains made of sand move. Outside there are mountains of sand that spread into the horizon.
It makes one feel isolated the longer they stare out. Maybe because it’s so vast and open.
That more would come to see me off? More would have cared if I went?
Maddie would have come. I know. Maddie is the golden exception.
I shouldn't make any more expectations of them, though. I have to correct my way of thinking. At least they showed up to say goodbye.
At the thought, I check on Maddie. Her gray hair is mushed into the pillow as she sleeps with her mouth wide open. It makes her face crunched and distorted that I find myself giggling. But I don’t want to wake her, so I look back out the window. The sun is just rising over the sand dunes. It is early morning and cool.
Morning is the best time to start any journey. Aunt Funda had warned me.
"It'd help alleviate the hottest point of noon. You'll be far away by then and escape the dangerous heat."
And the horses will be spared. I am more concerned for them. The poor beasts- making them ride out in this hot sun is cruel. If there is any way they can be spared, I want to try and help.
But we'll be fine once we reach the mountains bordering Almony. I know. And aside from the horses, leaving this early is not bad.
Because I can see Nocthen in a shade of colors that can only be seen right now. The shadows start in dark blues that will warm up to light purples, then red, and finally yellow.
It’s like a rainbow.
I watch in quiet awe as the sun rises and the day brightens. The heat in the carriage starts to grow hotter, and I have to shift away from the glass window. Less I stayed and received sun poisoning.
Outside the window, I mark the change in scenery. The sand dunes became the rock of mountains. The rock then changes to the soil. Greenery begins to spring up. More trees stand from the ground. After them come the flowers and grass.
Seeing the familiar flora and fauna triggers a faint memory. I’m little and being carried in my father's arms. We are walking through some kind of bush maze.
I remember that his beard scratches my cheek when he turns to talk to me. About what, I can’t remember. But I think it was something nice. It’s not a bad memory.
I wonder if he still has one? A beard, I mean. What if he doesn’t?
What would his face be like, bald? Would it be funny? Like an egg?
“What about you?” I look at how bright it is. Sometime past noon, if I can guess. The heat, though, I can feel is subsiding. There is a forest coming up ahead.
“What will you look like, little brother?”
I’m curious and scratch at the box. My stomach jumps and pops as I want to get up and move. But I can’t. I have to sit here.
I never had a little brother before. I hope I can be a good sister to him.
“Nicoli,” My lips still tingle.
“Mhm, did you say something?” Maddie grumbles, moving to turn on her side and lazily peer up at me.
Your hair... I only admired the work of art that is the woman’s bird nest. I want to laugh so badly.
“No, I…yes, I do, actually. Maddie, I want to thank you.” I manage to hold back the need and focus on what is important.
“For what?” Maddie is still clearly groggy.
“I would never have thought myself going to Dawny. Let alone meet my father and brother. You made this happen.”
“Oh!” Maddie opens her mouth into an ‘o’ shape as if she caught on only now. She lays back on the bench.
“You mean to pester you to no end until you break down?”
I smirk as I press my head back on the seat.
“I suppose…that’s a way to put it, yes.”
“Any time, your Empress.” Maddie goes before I let out a loud yawn.
“Please. Don’t.” It’s cruel and unusual.
Maddie laughs and reaches a lazy hand to pat mine.
“I was joking.”
“Really. Not ever again, alright?” I look at her seriously.
“Cross my heart,” Maddie motions over her chest with a finger. I smile when I see it. Another yawn before I feel my arms grow heavy.
“Well, since I’m up, I might as well tell you what I heard from the kitchen.” Maddie sits up. She kicks her legs in front of her as if to stretch them.
“Maddie-“ I cut myself off with a yawn.
“No, I swear it’s not gossip this time. It is god’s honest truth. I have a reliable source. It was the cooks-friends-friend of the laundry maid who told me that-"
"Maddie!” I have to roll my eyes. How can she do that?
My head lolls on the cushion as I look at her with heavy eyes.
“Ever the unashamed and incorrigible talker” The label does not seem to offend her or stop her.
"So there's this witch, right? Well, she's been trying to bring back her dead lover. And she's doing this again and again. But it just gets screwed up. Each time just makes him more and more animal-like.
So this poor girl just has to kill and start over. But it's a cost, right? She'll lose some of her insides each time."
"Ana? Are you listening?" Maddie stops to check.
"Uh-huh." I nod, but I can’t focus. Her voice is so relaxing to listen to. Maybe a bit too much this time.
My eyelids are growing heavier as Maddie just goes on. It’s like her voice is a lullaby, and I am drifting off.
"So anyway," Is the last thing I remember her saying before I find myself so happy and safe that I slip out. I fell asleep in a place that I didn't think could get any better.
*Anastasia*My eyes rip open as I jerk up right. Blinding light floods my vision sharp and searing. Frigid air claws into my lungs like frozen fingers seeking my heart, each gasping a drowning in reverse, pulling in ice instead of water.And then it hits me. Pain. It flares across my lip like a match struck. The taste hits immediately. Copper and Salt.My hand flies to my mouth, fingers trembling against wetness. Blood. Just a smear—my own, warm and real—but enough to make my stomach twist into knots that won't untangle. I've bitten through my lip hard enough to break skin, hard enough to wake myself with pain rather than let the dream continue.The pain anchors me. Tells me I'm alive. Awake. Here.But where is here?Confusion floods over my head. And it takes me a moment to register my surroundings. Shapes blur and sharpen, familiar but wrong, like looking at home through broken glass. Then the scent hit-not snow and ash and Nicoli's blood, but ink. Old wood. Candle wax. Paper and s
*Ana*Snow falls inside the room.It drifts down in slow, impossible spirals between wooden rafters that shouldn't exist in a desert palace, each flake suspended in silence thick enough to choke on. They kiss my bare skin with tiny deaths. Soft, cold, gone, melting before they can accumulate, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that feel like tears I haven't shed yet.The walls around me wear familiar stones but wrong memories. Stone, yes, the same pale marble veined with hairline cracks I know by heart, but the windows are changed. They stretch too tall, too narrow, pointed at the tip as if spearing the heavens, rimmed in hoarfrost as though this place has always belonged to winter's cruelty rather than Nochten's scorching sun and endless sand.My breath curls upward in small ghosts, rising through the cold to whimper out into voidless white fluff above where a ceiling should be but isn't.I am not alone in this blizzard of alabaster silence.Nicoli stands before me.His posture i
*Johan*The hall should have felt the same. Johan had walked this corridor a thousand times before. During storms that rattled the windows like bones. During celebrations that gilded the walls with laughter. And on sleepless nights when duty was a weight and sunlit mornings when it was a privilege.But tonight was different.Everything was twisted. Altered like the weight of nightmare’s geometry. Its’ truth pressing between his ribs with each hollow step toward the south wing, Nicoli's wing, had transformed familiar into foreign. The safety of red runners beneath his feet felt like walking on sanguine. The same portraits that had watched him for decades now seemed to track his movement with eyes that knew too much.Every flicker of candlelight stretched longer than it should, , reaching for him with fingers of shadow. Every echo of his footfall was swallowed too quickly, as if the stones themselves wanted no memory of his passing. As if the palace was already revolting against him.T
*Johan*“So it’s true.” The words barely escaped Johan's throat. A breath more than a whisper, yet it echoed all the same in the laboratory's stillness as if the walls themselves recoiled from the confession. The vast space seemed to shrink around him, stone and shadow pressing closer, bearing witness to what could not be taken back.He stared down at the parchment again, hoping, absurdly, that the words might shift. Willing the ink to blur and fade. His eyes traced the letters once more, as if reading them differently might change their meaning.But no matter how he wished it, the ink remained stubborn and steady. The word was a permanent stain on the page and each stroke only further held it up with strong thickly lined curls.Poison.Drawn in Master Pierce’s sharp, deliberate hand. No tremor in the lettering. No hesitation in the diagnosis. The kind of certainty that came from triple-checking, from running every test twice, from wanting desperately to be wrong and finding only conf
*Julia*The doors shut behind her with a sound too soft for how loud it felt in her bones.Not a slam. Not even a click.Not a slam. Not even a proper click. Just that faint, traitorous snick. The sealing of a letter no one would ever open, of forty years of service ending with less ceremony than snuffing out a candle.The blue box pressed into the soft flesh of her thigh through layers of skirt, its edges biting like teeth, like memory, like all the sins she'd committed in love's name. Of all she’d done.And for a moment, just one terrible, endless moment, Julia could only stand there. The hall stretched ahead of her like a blade waiting to fall if she dared a single step further.Nervous flames flickered from their sconces across the corridor. Active and anxious, likely disturbed by her presence. Their waxy halos painted dancing shadows on the walls. Shadows that looked like reaching hands attached to names long forgotten. With like accusation, no longer spoken of. And like all the
*Hidi*The parlor was warmer than she expected. Though snow still whispered against the tall windows, hushing down in lazy veils from the gray sky beyond, the room itself held the kind of curated heat that made Hidi’s skin prickle beneath her fur collar. The warmth pressed against her like unwanted intimacy, too close, too controlled. A pale fire murmured in the hearth, flames licking marble with the laziness of a well-fed cat. A slight fog veiled the edges of the long windows like breath against the leaded glass. Blurring the view of the hedge maze beyond into abstract suggestions. The skeletal gardens looked like they'd been drawn by a child's unsteady hand, all sharp angles softened by snow's mercy. The air tasted of steeped rosehips lingered in the air, cut with bright orange peel and something more exotic. Cardamom, perhaps? The spice lingered at the back of her throat, warm and slightly numbing.It was sweet, delicate. It felt controlled. Everything about this room whispered







