I entered the prince’s lounge and I was immediately struck by a sense of awe. The room exuded opulence and elegance fit for a royal. The air carried a delicate fragrance of exotic flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere that captured my senses. Stepping further into the lounge, my eyes were drawn to the magnificent chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the space.The lounge was adorned with lavish decorations, a testament to the princes’ impeccable taste and wealth. Intricate tapestries depicting mythical creatures and epic battles adorned the walls, adding a touch of grandeur to the room. The furniture boasted intricate carvings and was designed with the utmost attention to detail. Plush velvet sofas and armchairs provided luxurious seating options, enticing me to sink into their comfort.The room was a harmonious blend of icy blues and shimmering silvers, reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes of the Icelands. Crystals and icicle shaped orna

“No, no, no and no. I do not agree with this. Any of this!”, Eloive yelled as he popped a grape into his mouth.“Eloive, it’s the only way”, Toreh cooed.“No it's not. This is only going to get you killed Toreh”.“Eloive, I won’t die. Your uncle is only going to drink my blood for a while to buy Wilhelm time to save Amar”.“And then what?”, Eloive asked.“You pull me away from your uncle. See? It’s that simple. We save Amar and.…”“You become a bloodbag”.“Eloive, we have only today to rescue my sister please. Just do this for me please”.Eloive looked at her. “If this doesn’t well, I…”“It would end well Eloive. We’ll be fine. I promise”.Wilhelm walked back in. “I assume we are ready”.Eloive turned to Wilhelm. “If anything happens to Toreh or her sister, I’d kill you”.Wilhelm chuckled. “I thought you said you didn’t care about her?”“That’s besides the point”, Eloive muttered. Toreh turned to him. “Is it true? Did you say that?”“Look, we’re running out of time. Are we doing this

“I didn’t know you were so close with the wolf”. Avetha. Zikur smiled peevishly. “Another thing you do not know about me. Why are you here Avetha? Shouldn’t you be at the party?” “The party ended minutes ago. You would have known that if you weren’t familiarizing yourself with the wolf”. “That wolf has a name Avetha”. “And I do not care. She’s still a wolf nonetheless, an omega to be precise. Seems you omegas have a way of knowing each other”. Zikur’s nostrils flared. “What exactly do you want?” “What could I possibly want other than to offer my condolences to the queen? I hear, Thjis has quite a way with fists”. “So do I, if you do not leave here at once”. “You need not protect her Zik. She’s a woman wth too many sins”. “It takes one to know one Avetha. And please, don’t you ever call me Zik again”. “Why not?”, she asked, stepping closer. “Is it because it reminds you of those years spent slaving at the packhouse?” Zikur glared. “It doesn’t remind you of anything other tha

“Um Wilhelm, have you seen Toreh?”Wilhelm laced up his boots before turning to his cousin.“Yes”.“Do you know where she is? I went to the bathroom and she just disappeared. I’ve been looking for her ever since”.“She went home lad. Maybe she was tired of seeing your face and respectfully took her leave”, Wilhelm murmured.“She would have at least said goodbye”, muttered Eloive.“She would”, Wilhelm agreed.“Where are you going?”“Out. I thought it was that obvious”.“You’re going to her home are you not?”Wilhelm sighed and straightened. “Eloive, you’re not coming with me”.“But I need to see her”.“Well if she wanted to see you, she would have stayed back, would she not?”, Wilhelm asked. “Look, Eloive, aren’t you supposed to be keeping your distance? You wouldn’t want the queen to find out about the truth, would you?”“I could care less about what my grandmother thinks”, Eloive snarled.“Well you should care about what your uncle Thane thinks. You know that he doesn’t give empty th

“Mila”, I exclaim, surprised to see her here by this hour. “You’re here, why?” “I got the items. I just wanted to know if it was okay for me to start wrapping them”. Now I’m hella confused. “Wrapping what exactly?” She shot me a look. “You wrote me a note, listing items you wanted to buy as Christmas presents. You gave me that along with some gold bars”. Wait what? “When did I do all that?” “Um, yesterday after mass”. What the? “Mila, I don’t remember talking to you after mass. I would have known if I did”. “I could show you the note if you want my lady”. “Please do”. She hands over a sheet of paper and I’m shocked to see it is my handwriting. A jumpsuit for Waxlyn? A manuscript for Elijah? A special wine glass for Eloive, six rings for Ruarc? When did I ever write any of these? “What’s the problem my lady? Is it not your handwriting?” “It is my handwriting Mila but I can’t remember writing these, I’m sorry”. “So what do you want me to do with the gifts?”, she asked. “Do w