Ariana Dumbledore Portrait の小説・ストーリー

They stopped as she opened to one room, letting them to enter the luxurious study room filled with books and rolled parchment. An ornament stood out to Damian whenever he entered Mistress Evenora’s room. It was the large portrait of a woman smiling with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. It wasn’t only the color of the hair and eyes that were similar to Belle but the woman’s face itself was a carbon copy of hers. Even though that portrait was drawn seven hundred years ago before Belle was ever born.

I added. "My goodness. Is it true?" Tora asked. "Right. Water is a good conductor of lightning," Macan mumbled. "My oath has no protection ability; it can only hasten the healing of its bearer and help me heal in case I need it," I informed them as I looked at Dylan. "I'll start moving things," my brother suggested. "I'll help out. Ari, please hold Nita for a moment," she beamed. The others started moving our belongings to Dylan's palace. Dylan didn't react. He still seemed extremely shaken from fright and shock.

Ayden uttered incredulously with a bittered tone of speaking, finding it hard to believe that she would ask him to do something of sought. As if acting strangely and suspiciously for few days wasn't enough, she just had to weird him out by her sudden request, of a task that would be so much infuriating and annoying for him to do. He really deserved a detailed explanation from her. "You are not going to present to the queen just a mere portrait, but one, that would have a spell in it," she whispered to him of her plans, before he would even demand to know what she was up to. He was in shock.

"Mr. James, Lady Aria is in a stable condition for now. Please just make sure Lady Aria doesn't get tired and eats light food for the stomach for a while. I'll come to check on her again later." "I understand. Thank you so much, Sir." Ariana watched as James escorted the doctor who was with him out of the room that Ariana was using. The girl was just about to find a comfortable position to lie down when another figure entered the room with strong momentum. Looking at the cold face of the man who had just entered her room, Ariana couldn't hold back her tears anymore as she smiled bitterly while looking at the man. That man was the one who took care of her after the death of her parents, as we

The air was filled with the scent of wood smoke and something sweet cinnamon, maybe? But what caught my eye the most was the long portrait hanging above the fireplace. It was a painting of a woman, her features soft and elegant, her eyes filled with warmth and kindness. She was beautiful, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips curved into a gentle smile. And she looked so much like Alaric. “This is beautiful,” I said, my voice filled with awe as I stepped closer to the portrait. “Is this…?” “My mother,” Alaric said softly, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. He stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the painting. “Luna Aria.”

Maybe he was just like me, trapped, but one thing was for sure, One way or another I was going to find him. The door behind me swung open with a sudden rush, the hinges creaked and quickly I spun around, with my bow still poised, ready to attack. But it wasn't him instead, the stern form of my aunt stood in the doorway. Lady Blaire’ “What is this ridiculous display, Daciana?” she shrieked her voice dripped with disdain. "Must you persist with these childish antics? Put that weapon away before it becomes the subject of palace gossip.” I lowered the bow slowly, my hands trembling, though I tried to mask it with a quick bow of my own. “My apologies, Aunt Blaire,” I murmured. “I thought—”

Who would have thought he'd come instead of being in the mountains? Duncan glanced at Arianna, who had unconscious Selene in her arms. The head maid looked poisoned; her skin was turning pale, and Arianna looked scared. That wasn't Duncan’s real worry here. First, the head maid, who had been in this palace for years, turned out to be an ouroboros under his nose without him finding out; and then—there was Arianna's appearance. Half of her hair was glowing silver, and the crescent mark on her neck was almost too visible. The appearance triggered his memory, but…

"We've come this far. We'll figure it out together." Lady Arianrhod nods solemnly. "The scepter responds to intent and will. Your love for your child will guide you." Elowen steps forward and offers her help, her eyes shining with determination. "I can assist you. My knowledge of fae magic may prove useful in understanding its workings." She says with a comforting tone of voice. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Alright," I say, my voice now confident. We then all follow the ethereal woman Lady Arianhod and come to a stop before a shimmering pool of silvery water. Lady Arianrhod waves her hand over the surface, and an image appears - a golden portal adorned with intricate drawings and

Slowly, the doors opened, revealing Aurora. Aurora stood at the entrance, graceful like a princess from a fairy tale. Her gown was long and sparkling, made of white satin with intricate beadwork that reflected the light. The skirt flowed elegantly, with a train that followed her every step. Her hair was styled neatly in soft waves, adorned with a small crown that shimmered under the lights. In her hands, she held a bouquet of white roses and lilies, simple yet elegant. Her smile was gentle, but her eyes glistened with emotion, reflecting the happiness she felt.

Every time he blinked, he saw her face—Elowyn's face—and behind it, the furious blur of Mia running off into the woods. The collapse of every deal. Every lie unraveling. “She’s not gone far,” he muttered. No one dared respond. “She’s with that bloody creature. Mia. Using magic to hide for sure. A nearby servant tried to feed Ariya, who sat slumped in a quiet chair near the hearth, her skin pallid, lips dry, gaze blank. “Please, my lady,” the servant whispered gently, spoon trembling with warm broth. Ariya didn’t even blink. Her mind was elsewhere. Or nowhere.