The Lost Heiress of the bleeding throne のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CIARANThe ring of steel on steel cut crisply through the air as two of my wolves crashed into each other, their blades locking on each other before one pushed the other to the ground."Again," I snapped.They jumped up, sweat beading on their forearms. Liam walked beside me, his hands behind his back, eyes never leaving the activity in the yard."She's settling in," he said, not looking at me.I didn't have to ask who. "You're watching her too much.""And you're not watching her enough," he said. "For a person who doesn't care, you've got two guards glued to her door.""They're there so that nobody dares touch her again." My voice was sharper than I meant it to be.But Liam, being the shit he is, smirked a little. "And here I thought you didn't… do it gently."I ignored him, my gaze catching a glimpse of movement at the far end of the yard. Dylan was strolling with her along the perimeter, her hair knotting in the wind.Her eyes locked on mine briefly. It was subtle, but long enough

CIARANTwo nights ago, King Rhidian of the Sirens had opened a swirling portal window that flickered with iridescent hues, illuminating my cabin momentarily.My instinctive reaction had been to terminate the connection before he had even completed his first sentence, a reflex born from years of built-up tension between our two races.Encounters between our kind were a rarity, regularly restricted to the formalities of ambassadors, not the rulers themselves.I was not just any ruler, I was a wolf and a leader who had relentlessly spent the past decade reminding him, in various indirect ways, that the vast ocean did not cater to the whims of wolves."I have something significant to discuss with you. "Face to face," he had urged, his black hair catching the glint of the portal light.I quickly brushed aside his request, dismissive of any notion of urgency. Yet, his demeanor shifted.His voice dipped low and intensely as he leaned closer, his handsome features casting an enigmatic shadow.

ELEANOR"I'm moving you," Ciaran's voice echoed in the air before I even fully stepped into the room.I hesitated in the doorway, my fingers still clutching the brass doorknob, and turned to face him.He stood near the window, his arms crossed tightly across his chest, his expression an enigma that left me feeling exposed.Moving me? Confusion rippled through me as I signed incredulously, my fingers dancing in the air with disbelief.His gaze remained unwavering. "Yes. You're too exposed here."I furrowed my brow, the implications of his words swirling in my mind.So, closer to you is somehow safer?Ciaran’s eyes held firm, his expression hardening, though he didn’t seem to grasp the challenge lurking in my signs."What the hell was that meant to mean?" He asked in confusion.Before I had a chance to sign again, Dylan, who had been leaning casually against the wall, stepped forward."She means it feels like a cage,” Dylan said, flippantly.Ciaran shot him an irritated glance. "Then te

ELEANOR"I'm not doing this again."Those were the first words I scribbled—well attempted to—the moment Dylan put the paper and pen in front of me.That definitely didn’t work so I signed it."Yes, you are," he replied, dropping into the chair across from me."And before you give me a look like you're planning my murder—your handwriting yesterday wasn't that terrible."I rolled my eyes, and pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. Not that bad meant my letters looked like drunken scribbles."Don't roll your eyes," he said, sliding the pen toward me. "Do you know how many wolves would die by having lessons spoon-fed to them by me?” he asked. A lot. Probably. Definitely."I raised my eyebrows. Really? I signed."All right," he sighed dramatically. "Maybe not much. "Maybe nothing. "But still, you're special,” he continued, taking a seat beside me. “Now come on.” I want you to write your name.I dipped the quill reluctantly, my hand trembling as I scribbled Eleanor across the parch

ELEANOREven though we were in the cabin, the air in the place just felt too… tight.It was like the Siren King was still here somehow even though I saw him vanish in a water mist.The tense feeling was a morbid reminder that he wasn’t done with me yet.Ciaran hadn’t stopped pacing since he shut the door.He kept moving back and forth, every fiber of his being stretched too tight.His jaw was clenched, and his fists were clenched at his sides.Liam leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed. "You can't simply disregard a king's command, Ciaran,” he said simply.“This isn't a border incident. That was the Siren King."“To hell with his title, Liam,” Ciaran spat back as he finally stopped pacing the living area.“He doesn't get to decide for her," Ciaran snarled, his voice threatening.Liam pushed off the wall, moving towards him. "Maybe you didn't quite hear him,” Liam continued.“He wasn't asking. He was stating what he wanted clearly. And if we refuse, we create war with the Sire