*Splash!*
“Huff… Huff…” I pant from splashing my face with cold water numerous times, hands leaning on the sink. Yet why am I still not calm?!
You deserve to be happy, Kira. You always do.
I stare into the reflection of me in the mirror, eyes captured on the purple gem necklace I’ve never taken off in the past 5 years. It’s Purple Tears, the one Azher gave me. It’s also the only thing from Ardiane that’s here in my world – it was around my neck by the time I woke from a coma. Even I don’t understand how it’s possible.
“…Hah. I’m pissed.”
Not because of Ihan’s words. But because of me. Because of my ignorant self who neglects my happiness. I’m disappointed… with myself.
There’s been a thought that frequently lingers in my mind for the past 3 years.
For how long are you going to be like this, Kira?
Yes, for how long am I going to refuse to move on from Azher? He was somebody I was willing to let go. For
“You…! Are you alright?!” He yells, rushing towards me and crouching down to check my legs. “How can you be so careless? What if it burns your legs?” He scolds me with an angry frown, but I give no response, only looking at his familiar black hair. He stands up, looking at me a few seconds later. From this nearer distance, I stare at his face, examining every single feature. It’s him. It’s really him. My hand reaches his cheek. It’s chubby. It’s solid. This is real. This isn’t a dream. “Is it… really you?” I ask, somehow sounding desperate. He smiles warmly, grabbing my hand. He looks into my eyes as I look into his. That charming smile. That mesmerizing gaze. Those that I haven’t seen for 5 years. “I found you, Kira.” Thinking no more, my body moves on its own. I hastily pull his suit, hugging him so tight that I don’t care if he’s choking. “Azher! It’s really you!” I cry, squeezing my embrace
I grip the glass in my hand, looking into the reflection of me in the cold water. My eyes are red and puffy from crying. Thankfully, my makeup is waterproof, or it’ll be messy due to the tears. Azher comes and sits beside me after putting away his suit – “Hot.” He says, despite the aircon turned on 18oC.“Theron didn’t erase your memories and told you everything, right?” I fire my assumption, eyes fixated on the water.“…Yes. She thought I have a say in this matter.” Azher truthfully admits, though halting before that.“…” I say nothing. Honestly, I want to complain, but it already took place, so it’s no use.“How are you here?” My head shifts to him, asking a more interesting question.“Theron sent me here.”“How?”“Is it important? I’m here now, aren’t I?” He says, appearing to avoid my qu
Hello, sweeties! I’m Daphne Blaze, your author! Congratulations on finishing Vision Of Ardiane! Thank you so much for reading my precious masterpiece of imagination!Little facts about myself, I live in Southeast Asia and I enjoy writing since young – it feels as if I’m realizing my imagination into the world. My birthday is on 8th January and umm… I’m pretty young, not old, HAHAHA. I live in a family that is the big-cheerful-loud type – this is a given when your mom gave birth to 5 childeren. Other than reading and writing, I also love doing embroidery, taking walks outside, listening to music, and shopping (who doesn’t, right?). I'm a huge fan of sweet things, especially desserts! You all can find me on Instagram (@writervoa). You can share your feedback with me there (or here at the reviews) or we can be friends!Publishing Vision Of Ardiane feels like a miracle. A dream come true. In making this book possible, I
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"My lady, Lord Julian is waiting for you downstairs.""Please tell him I'll arrive in a bit.""Yes, my lady."*Thud-! *The sound of Mina – my personal maid – closing the door of my room rings into my ear. Eyes glancing once more at the reflection in the mirror, I smile in satisfaction. The reflection of 'me', wearing an extravagant navy blue tulle dress, sewn with sparkly white chiffon and a dozen of blue roses, matched with pearl-designed jewelry accessories. It suits exceptionally well with 'my' radiant silver hair and deep mysterious purple eyes."Finally, I can meet you, the true heir for the throne, Azher." I mumble, can't wait to start the show.*****I fasten up my pace like a little child merely running as my gaze lands on Julian, 'my' brother, who is patiently waiting and standing in the lobby of our mansion. Julian notices my edgy appearance and turns to me. I stop right in front of h
As the last prince makes his entrance, I carefully observe his appearance – in case I assume the wrong person to be Azher. Black hair as the sleepless night sky, grey eyes like a hazy shadow. A face that's definitely worth airing on-screen and a charismatic finest aura that fits perfectly for the emperor's role."Yup, I definitely guessed the right person." I mumble underneath my breath.All the guests remain silent as the emperor starts his welcoming speech. I don't hear a thing for my attention is too focus on only Azher, the hero in my Vision Of Ardiane.*****"My answer is no. Get out from my eyesight while I'm being nice." He shoves me right away, turning his back to me.I'm very stunned that my eyes blink a few times in disbelief. I haven't yet said anything and was kicked out instantly?"Pardon me, Your Highness. I'm afraid you have gotten the wrong idea. I'm not here to confess." I dare to correct Az
He looks somewhat surprised hearing my explanation. Seeing that, the end of my lips rises a bit. I guess Vision Of Ardiane was true."…!" Abruptly, he redraws his sword at my neck. Not even a single minute had yet passed!"What you said just now was true. I have no choice, but to eliminate your existence within the empire.""W-What?! I told you I'm not the one who sent the assassins!" I yell in panic. This guy really isn't aware of my identity!The sharp blade is getting closer and closer to cutting my neck veins. I can't die here. I can't die now!"I don't want any bloodshed to happen, but you asked for it."His chilling voice is like a curse in my ears. My body is slightly shivering. I'm aware he's heartless towards his enemies, but this is absolute madness! In this life-death situation, I try to come out with a plan, but nothing pops up. My body can't stop shivering no matter how hard I try. It can't end here. I've prepared everyth
"Ughh… My head." I wake up and sit as I rub the back of my head. I check my surroundings and realize I'm in my room. "Eh? Wasn't I at the imperial palace last night? I don't recall coming home with Julian."I look at the clock hanging at the wall near my bed, the hour and minute hand showing it's 11:18 a.m."I-It's almost midday?! Why didn't Mina wake me up?!" I yell in panic, quickly kicking off the blanket on me and in action to get off the bed."But… If Mina didn't wake me up, that means there's nothing important to do today." I remind myself, instantly calm down.*Knock. Knock*Someone knocks on the door and slowly opens it, not bothering to wait for my response. As the door fully opens, I instantly recognize the figure. It is the dukedom's physician. Before I can ask why he's here, he rushes to me as fast as lightning."Thank goodness you're awake, my lady! Everyone was worried!" He says, a relieved and grateful expression