Romans & histoires Elena Of Avalor

Unbeknownst to either of them, a shadow watched from above. Selene stood behind her curtain on the second floor of the mansion, her sharp eyes fixed on the scene that had just unfolded below. Her fingers gripped the velvet drapes tightly as she watched the black car disappear down the driveway. Cassian Vale. Elara had just been dropped off by Cassian Vale. Her stomach twisted with ugly jealousy. Cassian had always been the one everyone revered. Richer. Smarter. More powerful. More feared. And because she had never been able to get close to him, she obviously had to go for the more accessible, cheaper version: Damian.

LENA The first thing I did after learning the truth was laugh not because anything was funny but because the alternative was breaking. I stood before the tall mirror in the western guest chamber, staring at the woman reflected in the glass. Pink hair. Pale face. Travel-worn clothes. A scar near my collar. A silver bracelet around my wrist. Elara Moonvale. Princess. Last heir. A girl whose family had been murdered because the Council feared what she might become. I looked exactly like the person I had always been told I was not.

I have seen Kael fight until his shoulder tore and keep fighting anyway. None of it looked like this. Whatever Elena has been carrying — the years, the compliance, the breeding program, the cold nights in the Marshes — it does not disappear. But it moves aside. Just enough. And what is underneath is so raw and unguarded that I look away for a moment to give her the privacy of it. "Alara," Elena says. Her voice has changed. Stripped of everything careful. "Her name is Alara. After the queen." She lifts her eyes to mine. "After your mother."

She looked around thirty, elegant and confident. Victor stood up with a rare smile. “Elena. I did not know you were coming.” Elena Langford. Victor’s daughter and Damien’s half-sister. Her eyes landed on me immediately. “So this is the new wife. Ava, right? You are younger than I expected.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. Elena smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. She studied me like I was a problem to solve. Later that afternoon, she found me alone in the library.

For one terrible second, nobody moved. Cinthye stared at the woman standing at the entrance to the sanctuary. She had Elena's face. Elena's voice. Elena's posture. But the woman behind the disguise was someone else entirely. Elara. The missing branch of the family. The descendant of the First Queen. The woman who had commanded the Ember Circle from the shadows. Damien raised his weapon. Cinthye caught his wrist. "Wait." Elara smiled. "Still protecting everyone before yourself."

Elena thought for a moment, then said, "Thank you, I'll think about it. But I'd like to take a few days off and go home for now." "Of course, of course. Take some time to clear your head. Just be careful about the decision to pause your studies," he said quickly, sounding relieved. After hanging up, Elena sat quietly, deep in thought. She thought about Zara. She thought about the advisor who was so worried she'd ruin her future. Even though the apocalypse would be filled with villains and cruelty, she realized there were many good people too. In her last life, when she traveled north to survive, she was hurt by some but helped by many others.

“Because they erased me from your memory.” Seraphina’s eyes filled with tears. “Why?” The woman looked directly at her. “Because I wasn’t supposed to survive.” Lucien stepped forward. “And your name?” The woman looked at him. “My name is Elena Vale.” Seraphina’s entire body went numb. “Vale?” The woman nodded. “Your sister.” She looked at Seraphina with an expression that was almost heartbreak. “And unlike you…” Her eyes darkened. “I remember everything.” Seraphina couldn’t move.

"She has Kaelen. She has the Hollow Ones. And she wants revenge. What else aren't you telling me? What other secrets are you hiding?" Ravena stepped forward, her hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "Elara was my younger sister. She was the favorite—the one our mother chose to carry on her legacy. I was disappointed, the one who fled. I thought Elara would be consumed by the darkness, just like the rest of them. I never imagined she would survive. I never imagined she would become this." Elena's hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "She survived. And now she has my mate. My children's father. The man who stands beside me in everything. How do we find her?"

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

Athena said. “What about your kingdom, my Queen? I can fly you down. Will your people not protect you?” Elena asked just as a crumbling sound was heard. A part of the Keep had given in to the flame. “Alaric asked me to do that, too. However, what if this is their plan? What if they want me far away from him to kill him? I have to be close, close enough to be able to rush to him as soon as I can sense him in pain. I know I don’t bear his mark now and can’t possibly tell when he is hurt, but he would know I am here and would come to find me as soon as possible.”