My jaw clenches with every word that leaves Evalene’s mouth. She sits across from me with the dressmaker beside her, several fabrics splayed out in front of them, each a different shade of white.
"I would say we should go with cream, but it clashes with your skin tone. We would not want you to look more washed out than you already do," Evalene says picking up the 'cream' colored fabric and tossing it to the side. "Then might I suggest we go with eggshell, your majesty?" Leo, the dressmaker, says, picking up another piece of fabric that looks exactly the same as the other one. "Absolutely not, eggshell just would not look good with her hair," Evalene replies. All the muscles in my face tighten, and I try my hardest to keep from screaming out in agony. I have been here for nearly two hours listening to these two fight about which shade of white suits me best. I am about reaI 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
Standing up, I go to the door opening it as quietly as possible. Peeking my head out, I look around and see no one. Good no one is out there I can go. I walk to the window, opening it up I jump out. The air pushes up around my body cooling my skin and relaxing my nerves. I land in a crouched position with a thump. Taking another look around to make sure no one is following; I head to the garden. As I reach the garden, I take in a sharp breath at the sight before me. The moon is casting a brilliant silver glow over the dahlias and cornflowers. The light makes them burn like glowing flames of blue and yellow. A frigid chill runs up my body when a hand clasps my shoulder. My eyes stretching wide, I whip myself around, and without a moment to lose, I throw a skull-smashing punch at the person. I make contact with the person's gut they gasp for breath doubling over on the ground. Looking down, I see Soren. Staring at me with a pain
Flavius I wake up to the bird's song outside my window and the smell of fresh dew in the air. Sitting up, I stretch my aching muscles, getting myself ready to leave. Today I'm going to face Ellie, I will not hide again. I can only imagine how she must have felt when I didn't show yesterday morning. Leaving my house, I stare up and watch for a moment as the black of night begins to fade into the light of day. This light, the light of another new start. I walk through the city and into the woods, my boots sloshing in the mud. Reaching the small lake, I take a moment to wash in the water. Moments later, a large gust of wind causes my hair to fly around my face. Ellie must be here, I think, as a smile crawls up my lips. I hear something thump loudly in the direction of the forest, but before I can turn to see what it is I'm suddenly splashed with ice-cold water. I wipe the wat
Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly. I land swiftly in front of the castle, letting out a huff of air, and fazing back into human form. The guards eye me up as I change back into my clothing once again. I shift my eyes in their direction, making eye contact with one of the guards. He coughs uncomfortably and looks away. I walk quickly through the halls of the castle. A weight presses down on my body as stress fills my entire being. How could I allow myself to
He looks up at me horrified as I hold my bloodied hand over his face. He clamps his mouth shut turning his face away from me. "W-Wasn't it your blood that made me this way in the first place? I thought you weren't going to kill me. You lying bitch," he sneers out fearfully. I lock my fingers tightly into his roughly yanking his head back. How dare this lowly human speak to me in such a manner. "My blood is the poison, but also the cure. Now hurry and open your mouth before I change my mind,” I snap. Without further arguments, he opens his mouth. Squeezing my hand, I drop some of my blood into his mouth. Bits of my blood fall into his mouth and onto his chin trickling down his face. Once he is done drinking my blood, I pull away from him and head to the door. Opening it up, I turn to the guard. "Could you please have someon
Flavius I'm stirred awake by a beating roar of thunder, and the pounding of rain against my window. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. Tossing my woolen blankets to the side, I set my feet on the cold wooden floor. Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on. While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the full wrath of a dragon head-on. The only humans I’ve heard of taking on supernatural's are humans with magical bloodlines but since the Fires of Alira, the magical bloodlines have dwindled in number. After pulling my disheveled c
I lift the spear up, examining it. It's lighter than I thought it would be, and I've never seen a metal like this. "What’s this made from? The craftsmanship is impeccable,” I say in awe. Soren smiles triumphantly, "You have a good eye. I am not surprised you have never seen the material; it is native only to dragons. It is known as dragon's ore,” he tells me. "What exactly is this 'dragon's ore'?" I ask. I've never heard of anything like it. There are many things in this world a lot stronger than steel that weapons can be made from, but this one is new to me. "Dragon's ore can only be obtained by dragons. It is made from the shell of dragon eggs, the strongest material in this world. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to break anything made from it. Dragon eggs are meant to withstand nearly anything, the only thing that can deal any
Nora "Are you all right, your highness?" Gwen's meek voice calls out from behind me. With my jaw clenched, I glance back at her callously. Is she seriously asking if I am all right? Do I look all right? Rather than getting to spend my morning with Flavius, I have been subjected to wedding planning. Why must I be the one that comes up with the menu for the banquet? I do not care what we will be eating. I cannot believe I am only a few days into it. I have no idea how I am going to survive the next two months. "I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking." I bite out, glancing back at her through narrowed eyes. Without responding, she looks down at the ground, clenching her navy-blue dress in her fist. With a huff, I continue down the hall to my chambers. When I reach my chambers, I dismiss Gwen with a wave of my hand. Shoving my door open, I throw