Elliott narrowed his eyes, not sure if he should believe Spike. "Wait, so you do want them to be cute, but you think it's too good to be true? I'm a bit confused," he said. Spike laughed, and explained, "It's just that things never go that smoothly in real life. Something always goes wrong. I'm worried that something bad is going to happen to them." Elliott nodded, understanding what Spike meant. "I get it. You're just being cautious," he said.Spike felt a blush rising to his cheeks. He knew that Elliott was a good person, and he felt grateful to have him as a friend. But he also felt guilty for the way he had treated Elliott before they became friends. He knew he had been mean and selfish, and he didn't want to take advantage of Elliott's kindness. "I'm really sorry for the way I treated you before," he said. "You didn't deserve that."Elliott smiled, and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "It's okay," he said. "You were just having a hard time, and you didn't know how to deal with it.
Spike felt a knot of frustration in his stomach. He had been so sure that his plan would work, but it seemed to have backfired. Now, Travis and Carnelian were even closer than before. He had to do something, but what? He wracked his brain for another idea, but nothing came to him. He felt helpless and defeated.But then, a thought occurred to him. What if he could make Travis seem untrustworthy, without doing anything obvious? What if he could make Travis look bad without anyone knowing it was him?Travis felt a sharp pain as a rock hit him on the head. He turned to look for the source of the rock, but he couldn't see anything. The only other person there was Carnelian, and she was standing there with a look of innocence on her face. But Travis knew that something was off. He was convinced that she was behind the rock, even if she was pretending to be surprised."Did you just throw that rock at me?" Travis asked, his voice shaking with anger."What?" Carnelian said, her eyes widening.
"Spike, I need you to tell me what's going on," Carnelian said, her voice gentle but firm. "Why have you been acting so strangely? And why have you been trying to interfere with my relationships?"Spike looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "I'm just trying to protect you," he said, his voice shaking. "I've seen your future, and it's full of heartbreak. I know that if you get too close to Travis, it will only end in pain. I'm only doing this because I care about you. I'm sorry if I've upset you."Travis clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his side. He had taken a leap of faith by pursuing a relationship with Carnelian, and it took every ounce of courage he had to do so. And now, Spike was trying to ruin it all. He felt betrayed and angry, and he couldn't help but wonder if Spike was jealous. He wasn't sure how to react, but he knew he needed to stay calm and try to resolve the situation.Spike's eyes were filled with tears, but Carnelian stood firm. She knew that he was o
Mrs. Blackwood continued to fan herself, looking smug. 'We are coming with you to Star Valley, and I will make sure that the emperor marries my daughter,' she said. 'My wife, you mean,' Markus said, his voice firm. Mr. Blackwood walked over and stood toe to toe with him. 'Not if I have anything to say about it,' he said, his tone threatening. Markus felt trapped. He knew that as long as this alliance was in place, his in-laws would never stop trying to put a wedge between him and Celeste."So enjoy your 'so-called wife' while your marriage lasts, because this will be your last," Mr. Blackwood said, passing the letter to Markus. Scales lowered her head and nuzzled his shoulder, sensing his anxiety. Markus's shoulders trembled, and he felt torn between anger and fear. The emperor had not yet made his decision, so there was still a chance that this alliance could fall through. But if it didn't, he knew that his marriage would be in danger. Celeste was a strong and independent woman,
The emperor nodded, and a servant ushered the Blackwoods to their rooms. Another servant led Aviva and Celeste to their own rooms, while Markus was left standing alone in the throne room. The silence was deafening, and he could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and focused. He needed to be ready for whatever came next.Celeste's eyes were red and puffy, and her voice trembled as she spoke. "I can't do this, Markus," she said, her voice breaking. "I don't want to marry the emperor. I don't want to be a bargaining chip in this political game. I just want to be happy, and I can't be happy if I'm forced to marry someone I don't love." She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Markus put his hand on her shoulder, wishing he could take away her pain.Markus opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could he say to make this better? He was just as lost and confused as Celeste, and he fe
The emperor smiled, a cruel and satisfied smile. "Then it is settled," he said. "You have until the end of the week to prepare for the duel. May the gods have mercy on your soul."Markus nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had just agreed to a fight that could very well cost him his life. But he knew he had to do it, for Celeste.It was clear to Markus that the emperor was playing a dangerous game. He had given Markus the illusion of choice, but in reality, he was forcing him into a deadly situation. It seemed that Uriel had no intention of honoring their original alliance, and was only using it as a way to manipulate and control him. But Markus refused to be a pawn in the emperor's game. He was determined to find a way out of this, for himself and for Celeste.Markus had no choice but to face this unknown warrior in a fight to the death, but he was determined to find out everything he could about his opponent. Perhaps there was some weakness he could exploit, some way to gain
The emperor's gaze was cold and calculating as he considered his options. He could dissolve the alliance, casting Celeste aside like so many other women he had used and discarded. Or he could simply dispose of Markus, silencing the one who posed a threat to his power. No matter what he chose, it would be a cruel and selfish decision, made without regard for the people whose lives he held in his hands. His arrogance and entitlement blinded him to the human cost of his actions.As Markus watched Aviva and Roman, a knot of tension and anxiety formed in his stomach. He had seen them together before, but never like this. Something was different, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Roman's usually confident and arrogant demeanor seemed to have softened, his face betraying a hint of vulnerability. And Aviva's expression was a mix of joy and sorrow, her eyes betraying a deep sense of longing. What were they talking about? And why did it seem so important?The words that finally cam
As he spoke, Roman's hands began to glow with a fiery light, and he balled them into fists. The fire crackled and flickered, illuminating his face with a terrifying intensity. He took a step towards Markus, his expression grim and resolute."You're wrong about me," said Markus, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not as weak as you think."With those words, the two men charged at each other, fists raised and ready to strike. The air between them seemed to shimmer and spark with energy, and the temperature rose with each passing moment.As they neared, Markus dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a blow from Roman's flaming fist. The heat was almost unbearable, and he could feel the sweat pouring down his face. But he knew he had to keep fighting, for if he didn't, all would be lost.Roman swung again, this time connecting with Markus' shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but Markus gritted his teeth and kept moving.With a snarl, Roman extinguished his fire fists, knowing that phys