Nora       I watch anxiously from my window as the sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever onwards into the rich blue. It is a brilliant flower that is to warm our days, an invitation to a new start, one I worry about. For two days I have watched the sunrise and fall with no news from Flavius and Neron. I am beginning to think that maybe it was not right of me to involve outsiders in my matters. After all my request has done nothing but disrupt Flavius’s life. Would they have been better living in ignorant bliss?        Maybe Daniel was right, I should not have told them, they very well could have betrayed us. At the thought of betrayal, my mood turns sour. I should not be thinking this way. But it cannot be helped, two days with no news from them is quite alarming, though it could be that they are too busy to come by. But they could have also informed Gwen of our plans by now. Maybe I should head into the city to check

  I release Daniel lightly shoving him towards where Flavius and Neron are standing.     "Of course," I respond, with a wicked smile.      Gregory leaves the wooden chair, and I take his place.     "You see, I am not as nice as the king, so I will only give you one chance, answer the question,” I demand     Again, the man sneers, about to spit once more. But before he ever has the chance to, I clasp his left hand. Grabbing his pointer finger, I bend it back. The sickening crunch that follows has nearly everyone in the room cringing. Grunting in pain, he goes to pull his hand away, making me hold his finger tighter. I will not allow this piece of trash to disrespect me or anyone else in this room. I send a wave of my aura pulsating through the room. The butcher grunts under the pressure and finally submits to me.     "Fine, you want to hear what I have to say, then I'll

  The dining hall is filled to the brim with people, some I recognize, others I do not. Slumping in my seat next to Geoffrey, I await Gregory's announcement.         After Flavius went home, Gregory called for a late dinner meeting. For what, I am not sure. Gregory makes a grand entrance, coming in through the main doors, Evalene hanging off his arm. Her blond hair is done up in tight curls hanging mostly loose, a silver crown with glittering diamonds placed atop her head. Gregory is dressed in long golden robes, his long silver hair pulled back into a half ponytail, with a golden crown placed neatly on his head.     Everyone at the table stands to greet their king and queen. I am quick to follow, caught off guard for a moment but making up for it rapidly. As we resume our seats, Gregory takes his place at the head of the table.      "Thank you for joining me tonight, my esteemed guest; I come before you tonight be

Nora      I wake up early with a jump in my step. Happy is too vague a word to describe the emotions I am feeling. At the prospect of seeing Flavius, my heart feels like it is going to rip from my chest. Maybe I am overly eager about being with him, but now that I know he is my mate, that he is mine, I cannot help but want to be closer. I crave to be near him, to know more about him.         Grabbing some clothes, I stick them in a small bag as I jump out my room window, I faze a burst of violet fog expelling from my body, heading for the lake.      Upon my arrival, I do not see Flavius, so I faze back and wait. I wait until late into the morning. But he never comes.     When I finally come to terms with the fact that he is not coming, I head back to the castle. I find it strange that Flavius was not there waiting for me like he usually is. Did I scare him off? Maybe I am being too straightfor

I leave the room, slamming the door behind me, and running through the halls as fast as my feet will carry me. My feet slap violently against the floor, echoing loudly down the halls. My breath comes out in loud pants as my heart thumps uncontrollably. My body courses with a mixture of happiness and anxiety.         I weave through many maids and workers, nearly crashing into many of them in order to reach my destination. When I finally see Gregory's office, I throw the door open, bursting into the room, whipping my head around the room until my eyes meet familiar blue ones.      My face breaks out into a wide smile as I see him standing near the window arms folded over his chest, light from outside making him glow. I take in his long-missed ocean blue eyes that glitter with flecks of silver, his hair, that is the green of fresh dew glinting in the sunlight off a leaf of emerald. His lips are pink and full and his nose slender and round