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A Word of Thanks

Hello, My Lovely Readers,I want to say thank you to everyone who saw this book to the end. I know it is very different from the other stories that can be found on this app. I enjoyed creating the world around Nyxara's nightmares, and I hope you enjoyed it as well. Thanks again for reading. Solange Daye

Book 2 Chapter 1: The Wolf King's Victory

AriaThe dream begins with silence. Not the peaceful kind. There is no soft wind, no distant birds. This silence presses against my ears until my heartbeat sounds like thunder. When I open my eyes, I already know where I am.The Hall of Mirrors. Or what’s left of it.The ceiling arches overhead like the ribcage of something long dead. The mirrors line the walls, but they aren’t intact anymore. They’re fractured into jagged panes that catch the light in sharp, cruel angles. Some of the pieces hover a few inches away from the wall as if gravity forgot how to function here. Others are sunk into the stone like teeth.I inhale. The air tastes like old blood and ash, just like it had all those years ago. My bare feet touch the floor. The stone is cold enough to bite. I look down, expecting to see the familiar marks on my skin. The vines, sigils, the heartbloom tattoo on my shoulder, and the place where Bubbles once branded my wrist.But my arms are clean. No ink. No scars. No proof.

2: The Stranger

AriaThe ground beneath me cracks, and the altar dissolves.The Hall of Mirrors surges back into place around me, swallowing the pack and the moon and the clawed hands. The shattered glass floats in the air like a storm paused mid-explosion.Nyxara stands at the center now, and for the first time, I see her clearly. Not the regal goddess. Not the nightmare queen.A woman.Young, in a way that feels wrong for something so ancient. Her face is pale and furious and cracked with something that looks too much like grief. Shadow clings to her like a second skin.“You think you escaped,” she whispers.“I did,” I say, forcing my spine straight.Nyxara steps closer. The shattered mirrors drift around her as if orbiting.“You escaped the board,” she says. “Not the rules.”My blood chills. “What rules?” I demand.Nyxara’s eyes gleam.“The ones you wrote,” she answers softly. “The ones he wrote. The ones you both carved into the world the moment you fell in love inside my prison.”The bond. K

3: Not a Dream

AriaKael is already watching me when I walk into breakfast. Not in the way his eyes usually track me when I walk into a room. His normal heated gaze is replaced with concern. He knows me too well now.The long table in the great hall is crowded this morning, packed with bodies, clinking dishes, and the steady hum of people learning how to be free. Someone is arguing cheerfully about who stole the last honey roll. A child laughs too loudly. A fae woman with dulled wings is showing a human boy how to fold a paper bird.Life, everywhere. Not the fake life that I had grown to know, but actual life, and I should feel safe inside it. I should feel grateful.Instead, I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s skin.Kael stands at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back loosely, a mug of something steaming in his hand. He looks like he belongs here in a way that still startles me sometimes, like he is finally allowing himself to be what he was always meant to be. His gaze l

4: What the Stone Remembers

AriaThe man doesn’t say a word. He simply turns away from the memorial stones and walks toward the forest, his movements unhurried, as if he doesn’t fear the castle or the king that resides in it. The light bends strangely around him as he passes beneath the trees, shadows swallowing his form until there is nothing left but the whisper of branches closing behind him.He is gone, like he was never there at all.My breath releases in a shaky rush I hadn’t realized I was holding.Kael is already moving.“Double the patrols,” he snaps to the nearest guard, his voice sharp enough to cut stone. “All shifts. Inner grounds and forest perimeter. No one leaves alone.”The guard straightens instantly. “Yes, Your Majesty.”Kael doesn’t explain. He doesn’t need to. Something in his posture sends the guards scattering with renewed urgency. Boots pound against the stone, and orders ripple outward. The castle reacts the way it always does when Kael commands it, corridors seeming to open more read

5: The man Who Knows How to Kneel

AriaThe horns sound at the gates just after midday.It’s a low, measured call, the kind meant for visitors, not alarms. The courtyard shifts subtly in response. Conversations taper off. Heads turn. Everyone seems to straighten their spine. We haven’t had visitors. Not really. I’m already on my feet before anyone comes to fetch us.Kael appears at my side like he felt it too, his presence is grounding, and I need that right now. I think we both do. The mark on my shoulder prickles beneath my clothes, , like it recognizes that danger might be just around the corner. I ignore it. “Someone’s arrived,” I murmur.“Yes,” Kael replies. “And they came alone.”We move together through the corridors, our footsteps echoing softly against stone that feels more alert than it did yesterday. The castle hums underfoot, not with fear, but anticipation. That makes my stomach twist. It shouldn’t be reacting at all. Nyxara’s magic is gone. The castle should not be alive. Yet here we are. I ca

6: A Winner Who Remembers

AriaI thought I was hiding. I made sure of it. No one followed me in here. I glanced over my shoulder as I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. But he finds me. Like he was looking for a place where the castle would hear everything that he had to say. A place where I couldn’t deny the truth any longer. In the eastern gallery, where sunlight spills through tall windows and turns dust motes into drifting sparks. The corridor is quiet this time of day; most of the castle is in the courtyard or the kitchens, drawn to warmth and noise like it’s proof they aren’t dreaming.I stand at one of the windows with my arms folded tight across my chest, staring out at the forest that surrounds the castle like a patient threat. Somewhere beyond those trees, the world is wide again. Somewhere beyond those trees, I’m supposed to feel free.Instead, I feel watched. Not by guards, but by memory.The heartbloom on my shoulder prickles beneath my dress like a warning, warm and restless. I f

7: Rebuild

AriaEdrin laughs softly.“A goddess doesn’t vanish,” he says. “She changes shape. She becomes an echo. A splinter.” He tilts his head. “And echoes love places like this. Places full of memory.”The sunlight in the gallery dims for a heartbeat. Not because clouds pass overhead, but because the castle shifts. A soft creak runs along the ceiling, like the building is listening harder. I press my palms against the window frame, trying to ground myself.“You said you won,” I whisper. “How?”Edrin’s expression flickers again, and something raw beneath the practiced calm comes to the surface.“I did what the Game demanded,” he says simply.My stomach twists. “You killed.”His jaw tightens.“I chose,” he corrects.The word hits me like a slap, because choice is the language of this place, the only currency that ever mattered. I feel Violet stir faintly in my mind, uneasy.‘Don’t trust him,’ she whispers.“Who did you choose?” I ask, voice low.Edrin’s eyes darken.“My brother,” he says.T

8: The Castle Chooses

AriaKael doesn’t let go of me right away.He holds me like he’s afraid the moment he loosens his grip, I’ll slip back into the cracks between worlds. The place where the bell tolls and mirrors remember too much; both the truth and the lie. His hand is warm at my back, steady, grounding, but even pressed against him, I can feel it.The castle isn’t quiet anymore. It hums beneath my feet, in a low vibration that crawls up my bones and settles behind my eyes. Not pain. Not fear. Just awareness.Kael finally pulls back, his hands sliding to my shoulders as he searches my face.“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he says.“This wasn’t about who was or wasn’t watching me,” I reply softly. “He would’ve found me anyway. He came here for me.”That earns me a look. One that is sharp, conflicted, and just a little angry. He’s not at me. Instead, he’s angry at himself. “I’ll increase the watch,” he says. “No more wandering. Not until we understand what he is.”“What he is,” I repeat quiet

9: The Cost of Winning

Aria He doesn’t wait for permission this time.I know he’s coming before I hear him; before his footsteps echo in the corridor, before the air tightens around me like a held breath. The heartbloom stirs low and restless beneath my skin, calling me closer to the Game.I’m in the west library, the one Kael hates because the shelves still rearrange themselves when no one is looking. Nyxara’s magic didn’t fade here, but for some reason I have found it comforting. I’m seated at a long table, hands wrapped around a cup of tea that’s gone cold, pretending the words on the page in front of me mean anything at all.They don’t. Nothing does, not when the castle feels like it’s leaning toward a memory it can’t quite reach.“You always choose places with ghosts,” Edrin says from the doorway.I don’t look up.“You always arrive where you aren’t wanted,” I reply calmly.He steps inside anyway. The doors close behind him with a soft, deliberate click.I finally raise my gaze. Edrin looks… tired

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