Flavius          For two days now Neron and I have been asking around the tavern we frequent, to see if anyone knows anything concerning the commander's death. So far, I have come up empty-handed. The city doesn’t usually start comin to life until first light. So, it could be that no one was awake during the time the commander was killed. What's Ellie going to do if we have no useful information? What if I don't see her again?           Ever since I've seen her in human form, I can’t seem to get her out of my mind. Everything about her draws me in.  &nb

   I wake up early the next morning heading quickly out the castle to meet Flavius and Neron at the gates. Reaching the gates, I stand fidgeting impatiently until I finally see them, covered with the vibrant glow of the early morning sun. My eyes are immediately drawn to Flavius, today his dark curls are hanging loosely on his shoulders. He is wearing brown leather pants with a white open-collared shirt tucked into them. I cannot help but admire the way his shirt strains against his body with every step.           As he gets closer, I notice a sword, wrapped in a thick brown cloth attached to his back. In a moment of excitement, I rush to meet them halfway practically skipping as I walk. I stand mere inches from Flavius, his body heat warming me to my very core. Letting out a shaky breath, I look up into his

   Startled at my new revelation, I slowly peel myself from Flavius. Our breath comes out in short bouts as we stare into each other's eyes.         "You have no idea how long I have waited for this," I say, my hands still buried in his hair, lightly stroking.            "How long exactly have you been waiting to kiss me," he asks, chuckling.         "I am not speaking of the kiss, what I mean is I have waited for you, my mate, a long time."         "Mate?"

Flavius          I wake up from a restless sleep, my body aching with drowsiness. My mind has been storming with questions since yesterday. Questions I'm not even sure I want to know the answer to. Since the moment Ellie walked into my life, things have been moving at lightning speed, and I'm not sure how to handle everything.           Climbing out of bed, I get clothed, but instead of heading out to the lake where I've been meeting Ellie in the mornings, I decide to meet Neron at the shop early. It's not that I don't want to face her, I'm simply too overwhelmed with everything that's happened. I need some time to think. It was only but a little over a week ago that I was just a regular blac

  My jaw clenches with every word that leaves Evalene’s mouth. She sits across from me with the dressmaker beside her, several fabrics splayed out in front of them, each a different shade of white.          "I would say we should go with cream, but it clashes with your skin tone. We would not want you to look more washed out than you already do," Evalene says picking up the 'cream' colored fabric and tossing it to the side.         "Then might I suggest we go with eggshell, your majesty?" Leo, the dressmaker, says, picking up another piece of fabric that looks exactly the same as the other one.