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Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

How ironic! Thalia paid no attention to her and instead trailed behind her sister, absentmindedly adjusting the flowers on the way, setting an orange poppy on a table arrangement. She looked bored, resigned already, and it's only fifteen minutes. A sigh escaped her lips. She was dressed in a white linen chiton and chlamys like most of the other guests, with ivy trailing around her shoulders and arms and her petite waist, securing the chiton in place. The princess had a delicate shiny diamond crown on her head, framing her long dark brown hair.

It was my turn. I moved from behind her, feeling the weight of every stare. My heart pounded in my ears. Slowly, deliberately, I raised my hands. My fingers trembled slightly as they closed around the edge of my hood. I took one last, deep breath and pulled it back. The room was utterly silent. "Greetings," I said, my voice clearer than I expected. "My name is Thalia. I am the former crown princess of Tirilla." I watched as expressions of cautious anticipation curdled into masks of pure horror.

I already know. “Thalia Vance. She’s at the northern gate. Says she comes with... peace.” I’m already moving before he finishes the sentence. She’s standing just inside the border when I arrive, arms crossed, head tilted, that same manipulative smirk curling the corner of her lips. Her hair’s braided to the side, polished and gleaming like she hasn’t spent the last two years hiding behind other men’s power. She’s holding a woven basket—figs, flowers, and a bottle of red wine I know she didn’t pick out herself.

There was no doubt they excelled in skills like painting. “How do you know I won’t like it when I haven’t seen it?” Thalia said with a smile. “Alright. This way, please.” Hailey then led Thalia to her art studio. Apart from the three paintings she had already finished, there was also the portrait of her that Travis bought from Gary. “Did you draw all these portraits yourself?” Thalia asked as her attention immediately focused on the portraits. It was natural for her to do so, as Hailey was in each of them. It was too striking.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Mitéra Théa, ákou ta paidiá sou. Baínoume sti máchi gia na prostatépsoume óla ósa agapáme, ósa agapáte. To cháos den boreí na kerdísei. O ílios kai i selíni syndyázontai gia na katastrépsoun ton Protarchikó patéra sózontas ta thnitá paidiá.” At that very moment, a silver triple moon marked Elentari’s back while a large blazing sun in shimmering gold adorned Aranelda’s back. Thea marked the mortals with the signs of her children as a sign of her love and protection. She never wished harm to her children. She only ever had three. She wasn’t like the others that wished for armies of children to rule the world. She wished for clear skies, prosperity, and love to rule the planes of existence.

"The one place I come to be left alone." Thalia’s breath hitched, her blue eyes flickering with something between fear and regret. She wrung her hands together, shifting on her feet like she wanted to run but knew better. I stepped closer, towering over her. "And yet, here you are. A mere Omega, trespassing in my sanctuary." I tilted my head, watching her reaction. She flinched, her lips parting as though she wanted to argue—but instead, she pressed them into a pout, her face painted with worry.

She called. “Racheal.” He responded coldly, looking down at her. She felt her confidence waver as she looked up into his cold eyes. “Racheal.” Thalia said, sounding all cheerful. She moved in and hugged her close. “You look absolutely stunning.” Thalia commented. Her familiarity angered Racheal. Skylar had been right, this woman was such a witch. She was extremely pretentious, looking at her you would think she genuinely liked Racheal. “Thank you.” Racheal responded with her own fake smile. “I got your gift.”

“I am not familiar with either of them. I don’t know what gave you that impression.” “It doesn’t matter.” Matthias growled, waving whatever arguments away. “Ronan you’re heading out with Malte and Thalia. Keep yourselves safe while you’re there, I don’t trust any of those people.” “Of course, Father, you can trust us.” Thalia joined them at the porch once they were done with their meeting. She was in all black, her one piece snug like a second skin, accentuating the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips, her heavy boots pounded on the ground with each step she took. Ronan watched her approach, swinging the car keys in her hand.