Royale High Fountain Story 소설 & 이야기

We had just performed a send-off ceremony for your father when I received news that the fountains were producing less dust, the south fountain is the one known to the fairies but there are other three fountains for every region the North, the south, and the east but they are invincible and can only be seen in the eyes of the queen. I traveled as soon as I could to the other regions only to realize had dried up already and I was not aware, I was taken up by mourning my husband I had forgotten to check them. His death left a blank space and there was no one generating belief among the humans and so the fountain began drying immediately since he was the one who carried the most faith.

The full moon. "Magnificent huh?" He ask, also taking a look at the sky. I shakily nod. I was still very much speechless. My eyes saunter back to his swollen lips... "My Prince!" Some royal guards calls, running to the pool. Prince? A royal blood? Home. I need to leave now. "Ezli, we need to get going." I say to her. Ezli refuses stubbornly. I ignore her, closing my eyes. "Elouz tek kumana shoie vre tos keli li manas" I chant

In response her legs rose, thighs sliding over his hips. The movement pressed her center against the solid line of his arousal, still hidden beneath the water, and he groaned against her neck. "I still mourn Omelia." She whispered in his ears. "As it should be done, she was our daughter." Behind them the maids adjusted their stance; they dipped their hands into golden pitchers and tipped warm water over the royal shoulders, as ritual demanded. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moan; a slight tremor rippled through Friya's body.

Our stroll had little talk, but I am glad it isn’t about business if you know what I mean. “This is unity fountain, well, that is what they call it.” She informed as we stared at it. It is somewhat old, dirty white, not working, and a little mossy. It is three and a half meters tall and is made of pure marble. The design is not that much alluring, just some marble statue of a human holding a small head of a dragon.

Trying to understand it any further left me with a killer headache. Orion continued, “The fountain back home is one of those magical hotspots, so to speak. There’s something about the water that’s different. It used to be a wellspring before Lunette had the fountain built.” The door to the carriage swung open on it’s own, and the four of us emerged onto the cobblestone road along with several others from the carriages further behind ours. Taking Azrael’s outstretched hand, I used his muscled form to hold myself upright, silently wondering if the heels I’d chosen were a good idea or not. He leaned in, a sinful tilt to his lips, and spoke quietly in my ear.

“How do you lose a fountain?” We got to work clearing away the overgrowth around the fountain. Tanjie entertained us with a history lesson about the estate and the grounds, including how the fountain came to be. Nova was especially fascinated with the tale. The more we uncovered, the more the story started to come to life. All along the base of the fountain were intricate carvings that told the Alpha Baron’s and his mate’s love story. It was still a beautiful tribute, even in the dilapidated state it was in. Luckily, Tanjie was confident we would be able to bring it back to life.

** Chloe The fountain in the center of the town square was a work of art. A lone wolf standing guard against human hunters, depicting the struggles of our race. It had existed for centuries. Until tonight. I destroyed it. As I surveyed the destruction around me, my heart sank. I lost control of my powers, and innocent people were hurt. The heat from the fires was intense, and the sound of wood and metal crackling was deafening.

I could hardly remember some of them, some had been fulfilled already but I could hardly care about the others. Since nobody was waiting for me, I made my way to the fountain of tears, I took a box of matches and lit the candles surrounding the dull green structure that resembled a fountain of water. That was the exact place Nati had died on the battlefield, and Natalí cried herself to death. Her cries created a fountain of tears which only awakened with the touch of her chosen queen. It lies asleep because I hardly touch it or use the tears directly from its source. I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those.

I had to pass through them to get here, so they must have been clear on the other side for me to have missed a big group of terrified, gossipy females. I finally find them all tittering on one end of the reflection pool surrounded by a half dozen guards. The pool looks inviting as sweat thickens underneath all my layers at my lower back. “Excuse me!” I call, but no one seems to be listening. “Begging your pardon!” Nothing. I project my voice as much as possible, saying, “A message from your King!” That gets their attention, and they quiet down. I step up on the ledge of the pool so those in the back can see me better.

“Good. Because I was out of ideas.” I gasp dramatically. “Oh my God. Did the almighty Santino Blackwood just make a joke?” His ears turn pink. Actually pink. I cover my mouth to hide my smile. We reach the fountain in front of the house and pause. It’s shaped like a winged fish strange but artistic. Water pours from the eyes and the nose, not the mouth. I had always wanted to ask what the meaning behind it was. I tilt my head. “Why is the water coming from the nose? Shouldn’t it be the mouth?”