It has been an eternity since the Queen last beheld the light of the full moon. For so long, she has lain upon her bed, cocooned in layers of drapery to ensure her warmth. Meanwhile, the towering windows of her chamber, perpetually shrouded by thick curtains either inadvertently forgotten or perhaps intentionally left ajar by her attendants. The hearthwood never left bare, always adorned with a stack of reserve logs beside it. All these efforts made by her attendants to ensure the Queen's comfort, a final endeavor, for no remedy as sophisticated as it may be could cure her ailment. Yet today, the Queen can sense a surge of energy, a breath that shall soon be her last. Thus, for the first time in what felt like an age, she parts her covers and strides towards the window.Faint, due to her dulled sense of smell, the Queen catches a mournful scent emanating from her body: the tang of ammonia, bile, antibiotics, and other odours unfamiliar to her. Nevertheless, she merely sheds her cumbe
The funeral of the Queen of the Varidianth kingdom took place in Frostwyn, at the newly established royal family's private cemetery, not far from the palace grounds.Currently, the temperature is below zero degrees, and all mourners who have come to the cemetery area are dressed in dark clothes that appear almost white due to the snowfall. They consist of nobility and royal families from many countries, each accompanied by their entourages of knights and servants, making the cemetery area almost overcrowded.Meanwhile, right beside the grave of the late King adorned with an imitation statue of him in his prime, the coffin of the Queen had just been lowered and buried. Seraphina, Kieran, and many of the Queen's closest nobles stood crowded around the grave, receiving numerous hugs and condolences from the mourners. Yet not once did Seraphina shed a tear. The new Queen of Varidianth controlled her emotions perfectly behind her stiff smile.Snow began to fall again. Black umbrellas start
Twelve years ago.There were unlucky times when Kieran caught the summer fever. A sickness he loathed the most because it prevented him from vacationing anywhere.Yet, Kieran longed for their summer house near Remirer, where he could enjoy the summer with other noble children. Especially, this summer, Jace promised to bring along his unacknowledged girlfriend, a beautiful and mature girl who reportedly lived in Zyronox.Restlessly, Kieran turned his body under the blanket. He lay on his side, facing away, staring wearily at the dark curtains of his room with numerous small phosphorus spots. Those spots glowed in the darkness like stars in the sky.Suddenly, Kieran heard the sound of a door opening. He immediately sat up. Manor Nyxshade rarely received visitors at such odd hours.With unsteady steps, Kieran quickly walked out of his room, feeling the soft, pristine carpets beneath his bare feet. Then, he saw his father and mother standing in front of his father's workplace.His father
"So, you know them." Jace's light voice, spoken in a low tone, immediately caused Serena's hand, which was combing her hair, to stop. She tried not to turn around, only gazing straight ahead at the large mirror on the dressing table. From the reflection in the mirror, she could see Jace sitting casually on the bed, sipping chamomile tea. His hands emitted a reddish aura, seemingly heating the tea with his magic.Serena quickly put down her comb and reached for her own cup on the dressing table, taking a sip rather heavily. "I didn't know them before," Serena denied, lying. She placed her cup down and then joined Jace.The man smiled charmingly. A smile that, if Serena hadn't known him for quite a while, she wouldn't have realized as condescending. No, lately Serena realized all high nobles were like Jace. They were courteous and charming, but beneath it all, they were just arrogant humans adept at hiding their ill thoughts. They were different from Julian, who kept his expression guar
The sound of the door slamming echoed. Numerous rubber bullets pelted Jace's rifle. The trigger had already been pulled, and the bullets shot fast, piercing the headboard, just an inch from Serena's head. The scent of burning fabric and smoke lingered.Arlo stepped closer, firing more rubber bullets at Jace. It startled Jace, reducing the pressure on Serena. Taking advantage of the moment, Serena kicked Jace and rolled off the bed.In this moment, Serena felt embarrassed wearing the silly satin nightgown, so thin—Arlo would surely tease her. But that could be thought about later. Serena yanked the bedside lamp until it unplugged from the socket."I've suspected it, Jace," Arlo said. The young boy's eyes gleamed with anger. "I've been trailing you for the past year to find out what your motive is for getting close to her.""Oh, for heaven's sake, Arlo, this is not the right time to talk!" Serena hissed angrily. She lunged forward, smashing the bedside lamp at Jace. He dodged and caught
Varidianth revealed a cold heart in the face of Queen Varidianth's demise. In a short span, the late Queen's chamber and workspace were cleansed and sprayed with antibacterial and antiviral agents, while all her belongings were incinerated and buried deep. Additionally, Kieran had heard that the archives and all political assets had been sent back to the old palace of the principality, Seraphina's childhood home in Remirer.That's why tonight, the two of them found themselves in the late Queen's chamber, upon a new, grand canopy bed, facing the window that stretched up to the ceiling, offering a view of distant auroras. Seraphina lay sleeping on her side, and Kieran wasn't sure if his fiancée had already drifted off. He only knew that he struggled to sleep tonight because of the peculiar ancient feelings of his revenant, still churning inside his chest."Sera, are you still awake?" whispered Kieran.Seraphina didn't reply. Nevertheless, the uncrowned Queen Varidianth promptly turned a
The clock on the wall struck two in the morning. Nearly twelve hours had passed since his biological mother's funeral. While everyone else surely slept, Dravon couldn't find rest. Lying on his side in bed, he glanced across the room to where Will lay peacefully in another bed. Will's slumber wasn't by choice; he had been struck with the flu and was reluctantly swallowing pills forced upon him by Anne.Dravon twirled the black ball in his hand. He knew he shouldn't have taken it from the billiard table, but he felt a need for it to remind himself of who he was and what his purpose was. He had come to this city to disrupt everything, not to attend his mother's funeral. After all, why should Dravon bother for a woman who didn't acknowledge him at all? A woman who allowed her daughter's envy to cast Dravon away to Umbravale. A woman who knew no sense of responsibility, neither in family nor in leading a kingdom."It's your fault, Mum," Dravon murmured. Never had he imagined that finally,
Although nestled in the highest mountain of Frostwyn, the Central Palace of Varidianth was far from chilly. Warmth emanated from the richly chosen carpets and crimson walls, rows of lantern-shaped wall lamps, and the comforting heat undoubtedly wafting from the room heaters.They strolled slowly and serenely through the winding corridors that twisted and ascended like labyrinths, purposefully keeping their distance. Oliver had long walked ahead of them, resembling a tall and lean palace knight. Meanwhile, Anne walked behind them, clad in the palace servant uniform to avoid suspicion as she wandered at such untimely hours. Dravon and Will walked in the middle, appearing calm and relaxed as if they knew precisely where their destination lay.After a journey that felt unbearably long, they reached the topmost part of the palace, facing a tightly locked door, slightly damp from the cold air outside.Will tapped Dravon's shoulder. Though his face remained as calm as a serene lake, Dravon c