All Chapters of THE REWRITE: Transmigrating Into Another World: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

"Two months?!" Mars yelled, shocked, but he really shouldn't have been surprised. The last time, two months in Elarion had been only two days in his world. Now, a week of his time had translated to two months here. "Yes," Yver snickered, elbowing the prince playfully, "and you do not know how grumpy His Highness was." Mars puckered his lips, "but... isn't he always grumpy?" The blond laughed, "well, he is. But it was on a whole new level. I'm saying he looked everywhere for you, for two weeks straight! All that threatening earlier? Merely an act…" Yver leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "and I'm very sure he missed you, he just doesn't know how to say it without a sword in his hand." A deep blush instantly heated Mars's cheeks, while a peeved Keith pulled Yver away by the scruff of his neck. "Enough," he growled, his eyes flicking to Mars's reddening face. 'What has that fool said to him?' Mira appeared from the backyard, having been

Keith finally let Mars stand on his own two feet. The sudden return to solid ground made him stumble, only to be caught once more in the prince’s unyielding arms. The scent of sandalwood and smoke filled his senses, a dizzying, familiar combination. He pushed away in a start, backing up until his shoulders met the cool stone wall of the cavern room. "Why am I here? I said I could stay with Mira! She offered to train with me. I want to learn how to do cool stuff, like making an ice sword, but you—" Mars’s complaint was cut short as he saw Keith’s anger rise again at the mention of the physician’s name. But it wasn't the cold, murderous fury he’d shown Charlotte. This was a different, hotter anger, directed at the woman who wasn't even present. A possessive, irrational rage that made him want to reduce Mira Goodwill to cinders, to erase her from existence and from the mind of the young man before him. He closed the distance in two swift strides, cutting off Mars’s protes

Keith’s vision began to darken at the edges as he watched the man, he loathed above all others, continue his approach. Keith’s muscles corded, his grip on his sword so tight the flames licking the blades began to singe his own fingers. He wanted to charge, to shove the burning steel through his uncle’s gut and watch him die in agony. But he was frozen, a statue of rage and terror. His powerful frame trembled, not with fury, but with a fear so deep it had become part of his marrow. It wasn't until a gentle hand touched his shoulder that the encroaching blackness receded, and murder wasn't his only conscious thought. Mars was beside him, a solid, grounding presence. His light blue eyes were fixed on the smug man now standing a dozen feet away. "Oh my… why the hostility?" Unis purred, "haven't seen my baby nephew in sixteen years. My, my, you grew up handsome. How are my dear sister's ashes doing?" He laughed, a sound that was like gravel grinding on glass. And Ke