All Chapters of Aurora The Lost Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Weight of Blood

Aurora took a step forward, her chest heaving.“I want to see my mother. Now.”The reply came dry, like the crack of a whip.“You are in no position to demand anything,” said the elder, leaning back in his chair as if bored by her petulance.But something broke inside her. A heat rose from her throat, took over her shoulder muscles, her jaw, her clenched fists.“I am the heir to the throne of all this shit. I want to see my mother. Now.”The sentence cut through the air with force. Silence. Not even the guard moved.The old man stared at her with eyes that seemed to pierce through flesh and intention. And then... he smiled.A satisfied smile. Of someone who had been waiting a long time for that outburst of rebellion.“Finally,” he murmured.He raised a finger and summoned the nearest guard with a lazy gesture."Take Princess Aurora to the Mirror. Bring her back when you're done.“Aurora felt Thales's eyes burning into her back. When she turned around, he was still there, arms crossed,

Twenty Days to Live

Aurora stormed back into the room.Her hands were clenched. Her nostrils were flared. Her eyes were flashing with hatred.“You are sick! Cowards! Damn manipulators!”The elder did not react. He watched as if each curse word was just part of what he expected.“You locked up my mother like a criminal! You kidnapped me! What do you want now? For me to kneel? To thank you?”The old man bowed his head, impassive.“When you're ready, I'll tell you how to free your mother.”Aurora laughed without humor.“Go fuck yourself.”The echo of the insult vibrated between the walls, and for a second, she thought he would have her arrested too.But the old man just smiled. A slow, satisfied smile. As if he had just seen something that pleased him greatly.“Fight for Tron in the tournament, and then you can return to Earth. With your mother.”Aurora stood motionless.She stared at the old man as if he had just spoken in another language.“Fight?”Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves. The words made n

Flavors from Another World

Samira returned less than half an hour later, carrying a tray of fruits that looked like something out of a colorful nightmare. Some had short spines like tiny spears. Others trembled as if they were alive. None of them resembled anything Aurora knew from Earth.Samira noticed the suspicious look.“They're safe. I swear on my mother's life.”Aurora raised an eyebrow.“Is that supposed to reassure me?”Samira laughed. “Here in Tron, swearing on your mother's life is the most serious thing you can do.”The tray was carefully placed on the low table. Aurora approached cautiously, her eyes analyzing each fruit as if one of them might jump at her face.“This round, blue one is sweet,” Samira explained. “But you have to open it with your fingernail. The shell is hard, the inside is cold. Delicious.”Aurora picked up the fruit. It was rough, like a river stone. She squeezed it hard. Nothing.“Like this.” Samira took the fruit, used her thumbnail, and opened it as if it were easy. The inside

The Color of Fire

The hot water in the bathtub no longer burned. It just ran down her body.Aurora sank a little deeper, up to her chin. The silence in the room contrasted with the explosion she felt inside.She wanted to say no.She wanted to run away.But there she was. In a bathtub scented with spices, inside a magical fortress, about to dine with the leaders of an ancient clan.Samira entered without knocking, as if it were natural. She carried a soft cloth and a set of clothes that looked like they had come out of a fantasy tale.“You'll look beautiful,” she said, leaving everything on a low chair.Aurora didn't answer. She waited for the door to close before rising from the water. Drops ran down her body as she picked up the thick white towel.Minutes later, standing in front of the mirror, drying her hair, she saw something that froze her heart.A white strand. A whole strand.Aurora pulled more strands forward. Another. And another.The dyed ends were fading.The true color was beginning to sho

Fake Sweetness, Real Hate

Trina squeezed the glass so hard that it creaked. Thales' gaze followed Aurora as if the entire room had disappeared. And for a moment, perhaps it had.The girl standing at the entrance looked like something out of an old fairy tale, but Trina only saw the threat. Every strand of white hair loose on her shoulders was a provocation. Every hesitant step—an affront.The newcomer had achieved what Trina had been trying to do for years.Thales's attention.Trina smiled. Fine, poisonous. The kind of smile we learn to use as children when we grow up surrounded by important people.But inside?Inside, she was screaming.Thales was hers. He always had been. Their parents had made vows. The Council approved. Tron needed to keep the bloodline strong. And no one there, no one, had more right to Tron's heir than she did.Especially not a red-eyed bastard.“It's just fire in his eyes. Easy to extinguish.” she thought. But even as she tried to believe that, her throat went dry when Thales put down h

Where Modesty Does Not Exist

Aurora turned her face away the moment Trina's lips touched the corner of Thales' mouth.A blush rose instantly, burning up to her ears.She stood there, pretending to examine her plate, but the image kept repeating itself in her head. Her arm around his neck. His smile. Even if it was brief.She took a deep breath. She forced her eyes to look elsewhere.And only then did she see it.The table at the back.A woman lying on a man's lap with her dress pulled up to mid-thigh. He ran his fingers between her legs as if there were no one else around. She laughed, drinking from a dark goblet, while other women around her seemed to compete in disguised moans.Aurora froze.Further on, a trio danced in the middle of the corridor, their bodies so close together that it was impossible to tell who was kissing whom. Next to them, a woman rubbed her bare breasts against the face of another warrior, who leaned in to bite her skin without the slightest shame.The Tronians didn't seem to know the conc

THE MERCILESS COACH

Aurora woke up before sunrise.Her body still ached from the long journey to Tron, her muscles too tense for how little they had done. The room was silent, but the buzz of the castle was already beginning to echo through the corridors.She dressed in the clothes left on the armchair: pants too loose, blouse too tight. They didn't match. Not with each other, nor with her. Still, she tied her hair as Samira had taught her, took a deep breath, and went down to the hall.Breakfast was served. Fruit, cheese, breads with names she had never heard before. Samira appeared minutes later, her eyes shining, already wearing her tight-fitting training outfit.“Let's go. The first day is the most memorable,” she said, pulling Aurora by the hand.The training ground was a circle of compact sand, surrounded by stone pillars carved with symbols that seemed to pulsate under the sun. Other warriors were already there—men and women with bodies shaped by battle. None of them seemed to have any doubts abou

WHEN FURY IS FIRE

Aurora woke up with a jolt. The door was opened without warning, and a guard pushed her body with the blade of his spear.“The master awaits you.”There was no sunrise. Only a blue darkness, cut by the cold wind that entered through the cracks. Her body still ached from the night before, but there was no choice. She put on the rough pants left on the chair, quickly tied her hair back, and followed him through the stone corridors. The guard didn't wait. He just walked.The training ground was empty. The damp, dark sand smelled of burnt iron. In the center, a man stood. Tall, his bare torso covered with scars that glistened like raised marks. Half his face was covered with old burns. One of his eyes looked like frosted glass.He stared at her as if assessing a weak animal.“So this is Orion's daughter?”Aurora stopped, her throat dry.The man spat on the ground, the harsh sound echoing.“My name is Ashkar. I teach the art of taming fire. If you don't learn, you will die quickly.”She to

PLEASURE IS WAR

Later, after trainingAurora left the cafeteria with her stomach in knots. The voices of the warriors still echoed behind her, harsh laughter, clattering cutlery. She couldn't stand to stay there another second. The heat she had been carrying since morning burned under her skin, throbbing deep in her chest as if it were about to explode.The corridor seemed to offer air. She entered it without thinking. Her footsteps echoed dryly against the stone.It was the advanced training wing. She knew this from the wide iron doors, from the marks of blows encrusted on the walls. Only experienced warriors were allowed to enter. The silence was heavy. No shouting, no sound of swords. Only the echo of her own footsteps.Aurora ran her hand over the back of her neck, feeling her skin wet with sweat. The heat inside her would not subside. Her heart set the pace of her walk.“Where am I going?” she thought, but she did not turn back. Something pulled her forward.With each corner, more emptiness. Her

THE HEIRESS WITHOUT A FLAME

Aurora opened her eyes in the middle of the night. Her body was drenched in sweat, her breathing ragged, as if she had run miles in her sleep. Her skin burned, but not from fever—from something she couldn't name. She threw the covers aside and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on her knees, trying to calm down.It didn't help. Her chest burned. Her throat scratched. His name still throbbed in the back of her memory, mixed with the scene she should never have seen.“Thales.”Aurora swallowed hard, shame running down her spine. The heat descended to her womb, pulsing between her legs, but at the same time it hurt, like an open wound.She jumped up. She needed to breathe. She needed to... erase that.She left the room silently, crossing empty corridors. The guards slept with their eyes open, the torches burning low. Aurora walked quickly, barefoot against the cold stone, until she reached the training ground. The place was deserted, enveloped in a silence that made the wind a distant

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