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Our bodies lay intertwined, naked and embraced, as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I felt Rohan’s strong chest rise and fall beneath my head, the sound of his heartbeat steadily calming me. Lazily, I began to trace the intricate tattoo that adorned his chest, following the contours with the tips of my fingers. Rohan leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

“That was epic,” I panted, still catching my breath from the intensity of our lovemaking. “I had no idea it could be like that.”

He smiled, that cocky smile I was beginning to know so well. “I have many talents,” he replied with a wink.

With a playful giggle, I playfully smacked his toned abs. “Idiot,” I teased, my insult full of adoration.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I gazed at him with a sparkle in my eyes. “What you did with your fingers…” I began, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks. “It was… amazing. Maeglor… he just possessed me. I thought that was all there was.”

Rohan’s face darkened with a deep anger at the mention of Maeglor. “I would have killed that bastard if I could,” he growled, the intensity in his eyes making my heart race. “If he ever touches a hair on your head again, I’ll kill him.”

I placed a finger gently over his lips, silencing his outburst. “It’s all right now,” I whispered with a gentle strength, trying to soothe him. Leaning in, I placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, the tension slowly melting away under my touch.

He caressed my face, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek. His thumb paused at the corner of my mouth, lightly brushing over my lips, as he gazed at me with love and tenderness in his eyes.

“Did…did our magic create that beautiful illusion of the night sky?” I asked, my brow furrowed in curiosity.

“Yes,” he replied, but there was something in his eyes that made me realize he was hiding something.Before I could press him for answers, he silenced me with a tender kiss, gentle and delicate like snowflakes drifting from the sky.

“We need to rest and recharge,” he said with a playful grin. “Knowing Umbra and Selene, they’ll likely burst in here at dawn, and I’d rather not give them the pleasure of witnessing our private moments.”

I was too tired to insist, so I just snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth and comfort. Rohan pulled the blanket over both of us, wrapping me in his strong arms protectively. The world seemed distant and irrelevant as I rested in his embrace, feeling finally safe and loved.

As our kiss deepened, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. And in that moment, I knew that our love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. In that kiss, I found my strength, my courage, my love. In that kiss, I found my home.

Rohan’s lips moved with a growing intensity, his hands tracing a path down my back, sending shivers through me. I clung to him, losing myself in the sensation of his mouth on mine. Every kiss, every touch was a promise of love, of passion, of unwavering commitment.

His hand slid up to cup my breast over my corset, his touch both gentle and insistent. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I gasped against his lips, my body responding with a wave of desire. I moaned softly, arching into his touch, my breath quickening as I felt the heat pooling in my core.

“Rohan,” I breathed, his name escaped my lips as a desperate plea. My hips moved instinctively, pressing against the hard muscle of his thigh. The friction was maddening, a delicious torture that had me trembling with need.

He groaned, a raw sound that vibrated through his chest and into mine. “Fuck, Aerin,” he whispered hoarsely against my ear, his breath hot and heavy.

With a sudden, urgent motion, he lifted me into his arms. The world spun around me as he carried me inside, our movements swift and fueled by an insatiable desire. The room blurred, my focus solely on the man holding me, on the heat of his body against mine.

Once inside, he set me down carefully, but the moment my feet touched the floor, I wobbled and I almost fell. However, Rohan was quick to catch me, his arms wrapped tightly around my trembling form, steadying me with a firm but gentle grip.

I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Thank you,” I said softly, my cheeks warm. “I’m getting better at this walking thing, I promise.”

He chuckled. “Take your time,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. “There’s no rush. I’ll always be here to catch you.”

His words melted the last of my insecurities, and I smiled up at him, grateful for his patience, his strength, his unwavering support. We stood there for a moment, our breaths mingling in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, each of us lost in the promise of what was to come.

Rohan’s hand remained on my arm, steadying me, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. It was a simple touch, but it spoke volumes, a silent promise that he would always be there for me.

He looked into my eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. “Are you sure about this, Aerin?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

I nodded, my hands moving behind me to untie the laces of my corset. “Yes, Rohan. I’m sure. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

With a quick, practiced motion, I loosened the corset and let it fall to the floor. Rohan’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched me, his own hands moving to unbuckle the leather belt at his waist. The sound of the belt hitting the marble floor echoed through the room.

“Your mother…” he began, his voice trailing off, but the implication was clear.

“This is my life,” I said firmly, my fingers tugging at the sleeves of my dress. “My decisions.” I slid one side of the dress off my shoulder, then the other, until the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my panties.

The cool night air brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver that ran down my back. The moonlight bathed me in its soft glow, highlighting the freckles scattered across my fair skin. Rohan’s gaze wandered over my body, lingering on my breasts with their hardened nipples from the chilly air. He studied every curve and mark, making me blush under his intense scrutiny.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, awe evident in his voice.

A shy smile played on my lips as I looked into his tender gaze. It made me feel vulnerable, yet loved at the same time. Maeglor had never looked at me like this, never made me feel like more than a means to an end. But with Rohan, everything was different. He saw me, truly saw me, and it made my heart race.

Rohan pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it aside, the fabric making a soft rustling sound. A swirling thorn tattoo decorated his chest, standing out against his sun-kissed skin. He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his boots one by one, each thud against the marble floor resonating in the quiet room. I watched him, mesmerized by the way his muscles moved, each movement graceful and powerful.

He stood up again, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. The sound of the fabric sliding down his legs was almost hypnotic. As he kicked them aside, I couldn’t help but admire the perfection of his form, as if he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

Rohan caught me staring and smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Enjoying the view?” he asked, his tone playful and self-assured.

Heat spread across my cheeks, and I couldn’t hide the grin that tugged at my lips. “Maybe a little,” I admitted.

A low chuckle escaped him as he stood in front of me, dressed only in his boxers. The fabric stretched tightly over the well-defined muscles of his thighs, showcasing his perfectly sculpted body. It was a work of art, every line and contour perfect.

Rohan stepped closer to me, his calloused hands reaching up to undo the delicate braids adorning my hair. As he worked, he murmured softly, “You look even more enchanting like this.” His fingers were gentle as they released the last of the braids, my hair cascading around my shoulders in soft waves. He ran his hands through it, his touch sending shivers through me.

I lay back on the soft bed, my heart racing with anticipation. Rohan joined me, his body warm and solid next to mine. He leaned over, his lips capturing mine in a slow, lingering kiss. I opened my mouth to him, welcoming his tongue as it explored, deepening the kiss with a burning intensity. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of heat through me, making me arch closer to him.

His lips trailed down my jawline, planting soft kisses along my neck and shoulder. I sighed, the sensation of his lips on my skin sending electric pulses through my body. His hands caressed my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before he took one into his mouth. He kissed one nipple, then the other, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks. When he took one into his mouth and sucked, I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me, my back arching off the bed in response.

Rohan’s kisses continued down my body, a tantalizing trail of heat and desire. He paused at my stomach, his lips pressing against my skin, making my breath hitch. He moved lower, kissing my inner thigh with a teasing slowness that made me whimper. I shivered in anticipation, my body quivering with need.

He looked up at me, with a primal hunger that made my heart race. Rohan’s lips pressed against the most sensitive part of my body, his playful tongue teasing through the fabric of my panties, tracing a tantalizing line along the edges.

The sensation was so unexpected, so intense, that I let out a loud moan. My hips moved instinctively towards his mouth, craving more. Rohan smiled against me, his fingers hooking into the sides of my underwear and slowly sliding them down my legs.

The cool air against my exposed skin made me shiver, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth. He kissed me there, his tongue exploring and teasing, making me cry out his name. “Roh..han!”

I trembled under his touch, his fingertips exploring the sensitive flesh between my legs. When he plunged a finger inside me, I cried out in ecstasy. His movements were slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction. My hips moved in rhythm with his caresses, my hands clutching the sheets as I moaned his name over and over again.

“Rohan!”

Rohan moved over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “What is it, darling?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I could feel the hard length of him through his underwear, pressing insistently against me. I moaned softly, my hands sliding down to the waistband of his boxers. “I want you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you inside me… now.”

He chuckled softly. “As you wish, love.”

Rohan groaned as I tugged at his boxers, helping him to remove them. He shifted, sliding out of his underwear and tossing them aside.

Rohan’s eyes burned with desire as he settled between my legs. I could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against my core, and my breath hitched in anticipation. Slowly, I opened my legs wider to accommodate him, feeling the weight and heat of his body as he positioned himself.

He entered me with a deliberate slowness, each inch stretching and claiming me as his own. A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips, and I met his gaze. His expression was a portrait of raw desire, his brows furrowed in concentration, lips parted as he breathed heavily. His eyes, darkened with unbridled ecstasy, burned into mine, reflecting the intensity of the moment. As he pushed deeper inside, a primal growl escaped his throat, sending delicious shivers coursing through every nerve.

“Gods, Aerin,” he groaned, his voice rough with passion. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, allowing us both to savor every sensation. My hands roamed his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingertips. His hips moved with a steady rhythm, and I matched his pace, meeting each thrust with a roll of my own hips.

Our breaths mingled, the room filled with the sounds of our union—moans, gasps, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, and I felt the delicious friction building inside me, spiraling higher with each movement.

“Rohan…” I moaned his name, my voice trembling with raw need. He responded with a deep groan that reverberated through me, his pace quickening, each thrust more urgent and powerful. He kissed me again, his lips crashing against mine with a possessive hunger. Our mouths moved together with a feverish intensity, his tongue delving deeply, exploring, tangling with mine.

His lips trailed along my jawline, leaving a burning path down my neck, each kiss more heated and demanding than the last.When he nipped at the sensitive skin of my shoulder, I gasped, the sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

I arched into him, my body instinctively seeking more of his touch, lost in the overwhelming sensations. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, and I responded with desperate eagerness, my fingers digging into his back, urging him on. Each movement, each touch, felt like a spark igniting the fire within me, consuming me entirely in our shared passion.

Then a sudden, deep pull in my chest, like a thread tightening between us. I gasped, my eyes flying open to see Rohan’s own filled with surprise. For a moment, I glowed softly, an ethereal light emanating from my skin, and the room around us transformed.

What in the world…?

Shadows gathered, dark and thick, forming the backdrop of a night sky, while tiny, shimmering lights—like stars—danced around us. It was as if we were floating in a celestial realm.

What’s happening? We did this?

Swirling shadows and starlight.

Rohan’s eyes were wide, his own surprise evident, but he didn’t stop. The night sky illusion faded, and I was left with the lingering wonder of what had just occurred. His hips drove into me with renewed vigor, and I could feel the climax building within me, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.

“Rohan… I…I’m close,” I whispered, my voice trembling. His response was to thrust harder, his own breath ragged. He kissed me with an intensity that left me breathless, his lips trailing down my neck again, his teeth grazing my skin, sending electric shocks of pleasure through me.

I arched my back, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. His hand found mine, our fingers intertwining as he gazed into my eyes. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” I managed to say, my voice breaking with pleasure. His movements became erratic, faster, and I felt myself teetering on the edge. As he thrust deeply, I cried out his name, my body convulsing in ecstasy as I reached my climax, a wave of euphoria crashing over me like a storm. My nails dug into his shoulder, my other hand tightly intertwined with his, our fingers locked together, anchoring us both in the intensity of the moment.

I felt him shudder above me, his own release following close behind. His face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. One hand gripped mine tightly, the other clutching the sheet beneath us. The fabric bunching with the force of his grip. His body tensed, his back arching like a drawn bow, and then he let go, his head falling forward as he exploded inside me. An intense, guttural groan ripped from his throat, reverberating through the room. I felt every inch of him pulsing inside me, his warmth spreading through my body with each release.

He collapsed on top of me, our skin was damp with sweat, our breaths coming in shallow gasps. My body quivered beneath his, spent and aching in all the best ways. We stayed tangled together, soaking up the warmth of our passion as it slowly faded.

I could still feel the remnants of that strange pull in my chest, and the memory of the magic that had surrounded us lingered in my mind. But for now, all that mattered was the male in my arms and the love we shared.

Rohan released me, his hands lingering on my arms for a heartbeat longer before he stepped back. I let go of his shirt, my fingers reluctant to lose the contact. His touch had grounded me, and now that he wasn’t holding me anymore, I felt a strange sense of loss.

I took a moment to really look at him. He wasn’t dressed in his usual elegant attire. Instead, he wore a dark gray tunic, fitted pants, and sturdy leather boots. His hair was slightly tousled, and his boots dusted with a fine layer of dirt with some dried mud as if he’d just returned from a long travel. He must have come straight from the Everdawn Woods.

“Welcome to the Moon Court,” Rohan said, his voice soft with a hint of pride. With a sweeping gesture, he extended his hand, pointing towards the sprawling garden that lay before us and the distant city lights that twinkled like scattered stars.

“It’s beautiful,” I replied, my voice filled with awe. The beauty of this place was undeniable.

His lips curved into a knowing smile. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I felt a rush of excitement. What more could there be to see? The gardens, the city lights, the sky—it was all so breathtaking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his gaze searching my face for any signs of discomfort.

“Better,” I said, and it was true. The disorientation was fading. “But different. Everything feels more… vivid. My senses are sharper. Everything is clearer, louder.”

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll learn to control it.”

I took a deep breath and decided to test my newfound abilities. I focused on my hand, summoning a small orb of blue light. It hovered above my palm, flickering like a tiny star. It floated away. I willed it to transform, and it did, bursting into a beautiful cascade of stardust that shimmered in the moonlight.

Rohan’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly impressed. “That’s incredible,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “But don’t overdo it. You haven’t fully regained your strength yet.”

I nodded, still marveling at what I’d done. The power felt exhilarating, but I knew he was right. “You’re right,” I agreed, letting the stardust dissipate into the night air.

His expression softened, a hint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll master it, Aerin. I have no doubt.”

We stood side by side, leaning against the cool marble balustrade. The night air was a gentle caress, and the scent of the garden filled the space between us. I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer.

“Did you find the answers you were looking for?” I asked, turning my gaze to him. “The aias told me about your journey.”

Rohan’s expression shifted, growing tense and dark. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice edged with frustration. “I was gone for far too long, Aerin. A lot happened in my absence while i was prisoner of Absinthya . While I was trapped, my opponents had been circling like wolves, making their moves. If I didn’t give a damn about these problems before, I sure as hell do now. The situation can get really bad.”

I felt a pang of worry at his words. “What kind of opponents are you talking about? Are you in danger?”

His jaw tightened, and he looked out into the distance. “They are unscrupulous and dangerous, but my concern is for my people, my Court. I’ll do everything in my power to protect them, even if it means…” His voice trailed off, a flicker of something dark crossing his eyes.

Even if it means what, Rohan?

His determination and sense of duty were palpable. I could see the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, and it made me admire him even more. He had the qualities of a true king, someone who put his people above himself.

I reached out and placed my hand over his, feeling the strength in his grip. “You don’t have to face this alone, Rohan,” I said softly, offering a small, supportive smile.

He turned his head slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. His hand shifted to hold mine, his thumb gently brushing over my knuckles. The touch sent a shiver through me, a reaction I couldn’t control.

“You know,” he said, his tone lightening with a hint of mischief, “if they ever get too annoying, I could just introduce them to Umbra. She has a way of making people… reconsider their choices.”

I let out a small laugh, unable to help myself. “Oh, I’m sure that would go over well,” I replied, giving him a playful push. The tension between us eased a bit, his attempt to make light of the situation working, at least for the moment.

The laughter faded, leaving a soft silence that settled over us. The cool night air brushed against my skin, carrying the faint scent of the sea. We stood there for a moment, gazing out at the vast expanse of the starry night sky, each lost in our own thoughts.

Rohan broke the silence, his voice low and thoughtful. “So, what do you plan to do now ?”

I hesitated, the longing for home tugging at my heart. “I miss my family in Príbora,” I admitted, speaking softly. “But …I feel like I have to go to Rívoen and talk to Eryone. I have questions that only she can answer.”

“Oh, but I know more about your precious mother than you think, my dear niece,” the memory of Absinthya’s words sending a chill down my spine. “Your mother may have fooled others with her sweetness, but she is a master manipulator just like me.”

Rohan’s expression changed, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. “Eryone,” he repeated, his tone tinged with distrust. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

My free hand clenched into a fist at my side, and I took a deep breath through my nose to suppress the urge to scream. “Rohan, let’s not go down this path.”  I tried to reason with a firmness in my tone, hoping to convince him to stop before things escalated.

His jaw tightened, and he glanced away, his grip on my hand firm but conflicted. “Aerin, I don’t trust her. I’ve never trusted her. Eryone… she’s dangerous, manipulative. ”

Exasperation flared in my chest, torn between my mother and the man I loved. “She’s my mother, Rohan.” I reminded him, hoping he would understand. “I have to see her, to understand…”

“I know, I know.” Rohan sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t speak that way about your mother. But you have to understand, Eryone and I… we will always be enemies.”

His words left a heavy sadness in my chest, a suffocating weight that settled in my lungs. “Enemies,” I whispered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. It wasn’t just a disagreement, a difference in opinion. It was an abyss that stretched between us. I squeezed his hand gently, feeling the warmth and strength there, but the uncertainty of the future loomed large between us. Could our love, if it even existed, truly survive this test?

“Stay at the Moon Court,” Rohan blurted out.

My heart stuttered at his words, eyes widening in shock as I took in the intensity of his gaze.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded hoarsely, a hint of desperation seeping through every word.

Stay with him? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted… But what about my family? My friends? The threat of dragons? Maeglor and his father?

“I… I’d really love to,” I began, my voice wavering with uncertainty, “but there are still things I need to take care of. My family, my friends, the dragons… I want to help however I can.”

“The dragons? They are bloody hellfire incarnate!” he spat out, his eyes filled with fear.

But I was determined to go. “I will be fine,” I insisted, my tone confident and resolute. “I can’t stay locked away, Rohan. I have responsibilities too.”

Rohan’s expression darkened with frustration, his grip on my hand tightening almost imperceptibly. “Aerin, dammit, you just don’t get it. Eshelean is a dangerous place, especially for someone like you. There are enemies lurking in the shadows, more powerful and deadly than Absinthya ever was.”

“I can handle myself,” I argued, pushing my chin up with defiance.

I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch, his eyes blazing once again. “That’s not the point,” he growled through clenched teeth.”I won’t be able to keep you safe if you’re halfway across the world.”

“I won’t be alone. Eryone will be there with me.”

Rohan’s eyes narrowed, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his voice. “Oh, that’s supposed to put my mind at ease, is it?” he said, his frustration palpable. “Aerin, you’re being reckless. You’re acting like a child, running headlong into danger without a second thought.”

His words stung, but I refused to back down. “And you’re acting like an overprotective, thousand-year-old grumpy old man,” I shot back, pulling my hand free from his grip, feeling my own frustration building up.  How dare he treat me like a child?

Rohan’s laughter was low and humorless, a sound that grated on my nerves. “A child of ten has more sense than you,” he said, his words sharp and biting. My cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and anger, my fists clenching at my sides. “And just for the record,” he added with a wry smile, “I’m four hundred years old, not a thousand.”

Anger flared up inside me, hot and fierce, but I refused to give in to his taunts. “I don’t need your protection, Rohan,” I spat, the words laced with a tremor I hated.

His laughter only fueled my fury. “Oh, really?” he drawled, every word dripping with arrogance. “But you’re so naive, Aerin, so easily manipulated. You’re a danger to yourself.”

Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for an outburst of defiance that would make him regret ever underestimating me. But I held back, taking a shaky breath and forcing myself to speak calmly. “I don’t need your help, Rohan. I’m not a child, and I’m not some damsel in distress needing a knight in shining armor.”

Rohan’s expression turned to stone, a fleeting look of disdain passing over his face before he twisted it into a smirk. “Is that so?” he scoffed, his voice dripping with skepticism. “Then how long do you think you would have lasted in Absynthia’s grasp without my protection? A week? A day?”

A tense silence settled between us, thick and suffocating. My eyes burned with tears, but I refused to let him see my weakness.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” I whispered, the words a ragged gasp escaping my lips.

For a moment, Rohan’s hard gaze softened, a glimpse of remorse fleeting across his face. “Aerin, I…” he started to say, but I cut him off with a sharp shake of my head.

“No, don’t,” I snapped, my voice strained with emotion. “I don’t want to hear it.”

He reached out to touch my cheek, but I jerked away.

“Fine,” he huffed, defeat lacing his words. “Go ahead and run to Rívoen, to your precious mother. Just don’t forget, we’ll be enemies from now on.”

The sting of his words lingered like a dark cloud, suffocating me with their cruel finality. Blinking back tears, I turned away. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

“Princess…”

“Aerin!”

My heart sank as I heard his voice call my name. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted nothing more than to shut him out and forget he ever existed. Before I could steal another step, a powerful hand clamped onto my arm. He spun me around, his grip tightening until my back slammed against the balcony wall. My breath hitched as I met his gaze, the blue-gray depths swirling with a storm of emotions that I couldn’t decipher. Desire, yes, that much was clear. But beneath it all, there was something else, something primal and possessive that seemed to emanate from every pore of his being. In that moment, I knew I was completely at his mercy.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” his voice was a deep, dangerous growl that vibrated through me. I couldn’t move as his body pressed against mine, trapping me between his strong form and the cold wall. His intense gaze bore into mine, daring me to disobey him.

I couldn’t stop staring into his stormy eyes, my heart pounding furiously in my chest as I braced myself for what was about to happen. And then, without a single word, his lips crashed against mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away. His kiss consumed me, igniting a fire within me that burned with passion and urgency. Every nerve in my body responded to his touch, surrendering completely to him in a moment of pure ecstasy.

Rohan’s hands found their way to the small of my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His strong thigh slid between mine, lifting the fabric of my long dress and pressing firmly against my center, igniting a primal need within me. My fingers threaded through his dark hair, pulling him closer as our tongues danced together in a heated embrace. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below my ear, causing me to gasp and arch against him. He moved lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down to my collarbone, his hand sliding up my back to hold me steady.

My own hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength in them as he held me tight. I let out a low moan as he kissed the hollow of my throat, my hips instinctively moving against his thigh, seeking more of the delicious friction. Rohan’s name slipped from my lips in a breathless whisper, and I felt his answering growl reverberate through his chest.

“Aerin,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. He bit down gently on my shoulder, just hard enough to make me gasp, and then soothed the bite with his tongue, sending another wave of heat coursing through me.

He lifted his head, capturing my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a possessive intensity that left me dizzy. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I kissed him back with equal fervor.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads resting together. I opened my eyes to find him gazing at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. “I was an idiot, but… I can’t lose you.” His voice broke on the last word, and he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that had slipped free. “Not again.”

“You won’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“I love you, Aerin,” he said, his voice raw and filled with a depth of feeling that took my breath away. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a delusion. He truly loved me. The realization brought a fresh wave of tears, and I smiled through them, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

Rohan’s fingers gently wiped away the new tears, his touch tender and reverent. He leaned in and kissed me again, this time slower, savoring the moment. His lips moved against mine with a sweet intensity, his tongue gliding over mine in a dance that spoke of promises and unspoken emotions.

We pulled back slightly, our breaths mingling as we looked into each other’s eyes. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of shared warmth and love.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.

“I love you too, Rohan,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tears. “With every fiber of my being, more than anything in this world.”

He smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that made my heart soar. His lips met mine once more, gentle and tender, as if he never wanted to let go.

As our kiss deepened, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. And in that moment, I knew that our love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. In that kiss, I found my strength, my courage, my love. In that kiss, I found my home.

The cool night air wrapped around me as I stepped onto the balcony, a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Below me, the garden sprawled out in a vibrant tapestry of colors. Moonlight bathed the white stone statues, making them glow softly amidst the foliage. Fountains gurgled serenely, their water catching the light and sending ripples of silver across their surfaces.

I leaned on the marble balustrade, taking in the sight of the garden. Flowers of every hue painted the landscape—roses, lilies, and blossoms I couldn’t even name. The air was heavy with their fragrance, mingling with the crisp freshness of the night. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanied the distant chirping of crickets, creating a symphony of nature.

Beyond the garden, the city lights twinkled like a thousand stars, casting a warm, golden glow into the night. From afar, faint strains of music floated up, filling the night with joy. I could almost see the people dancing in the streets, their laughter and joy carried on the wind.

I lifted my gaze to the sky, my breath catching at the sight. Stars dotted the heavens, more numerous and brilliant than I’d ever seen. The moon hung full and luminous, casting a silvery light over everything, turning the night into a world of shadows and ethereal beauty.

In the distance, the jagged peaks of mountains loomed against the horizon, their dark silhouettes stark against the starlit sky. I followed the line of the mountains down to where they met the sea. Even from this distance, I could see the moon’s reflection shimmering on the water, a path of light stretching towards the horizon.

Surprisingly, I could catch the faint scent of salt on the breeze, the tang of the ocean reaching me even here. Everything seemed more vivid, more alive than I had ever experienced. The colors, the scents, the sounds—they all reached me with an intensity that was almost surreal. It was incredible how clearly I could see everything. The tiniest details stood out, from the ripples in the water to the individual petals on the flowers. The salty scent of the sea was so strong, it felt as though I could reach out and touch the waves.

I breathed deeply, letting the myriad scents and sounds of the night wash over me. The terrace, the garden, the distant city, the sky—they were all beautiful in a way I had never appreciated before. And for a moment, I allowed myself to simply exist in this perfect, serene night.

The day had been a blur of challenges and small victories. I spent hours relearning how to walk, my legs still unsteady but improving with each step. Along the way, I managed to knock over and break several pieces of furniture and priceless relics, much to Selene’s dismay. She rushed to salvage whatever she could, carefully picking up the broken remains of a delicate vase or a fallen statuette. I must have knocked over half a dozen vases, each crash echoing in my ears like a personal failure. But every misstep, every piece of shattered porcelain, was worth it. By the end of the day, I could stand without swaying. My legs were steadier, my steps more confident.

As the cool night air settled around me, my thoughts drifted to my friends. Gareth, Galadel and Elurin. Were they safe? Were they looking for me? I could almost hear Gareth’s laugh, see Galadel’s kind eyes, and feel Elurin’s reassuring presence beside me. I miss them so much!

I missed my family in Príbora as well. My mother and father, with their warm smiles and loving embraces. My sister Brylla, whose laughter and bickering filled our home with life. I had learned to love the beauty and majesty of Eshelean , but the simplicity and peace of my old life called to me. I missed the warmth of our home, the familiar faces of my neighbors, and the rhythm of daily life that had once seemed so mundane but now felt precious.

These thoughts led me to Maeglor and his father. Amid all the chaos and upheaval, I had nearly forgotten about Elurin’s elven messenger. Imedhen had sent him to warn Brylla about Maeglor and the dragons. Had the messenger reached her? Had the warning been delivered?

As the night deepened, I let out a sigh, the cool breeze ruffling my hair. The beauty of the terrace, the garden, and the distant sea was a small comfort, a reminder that despite everything, I was still here. I took another deep breath, savoring the mix of floral and salty sea air, and tried to hold onto the hope that my friends and family were safe.

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The dress I wore was a masterpiece of fashion.The bodice, a soft shade of pale blue, shimmered under the soft light, adorned with an intricate floral texture that seemed to dance with each step I took. Sleeveless, it left my shoulders bare, and a circular opening rested just above my breasts. The skirt, in a very light gray, almost white, was pleated with vertical lines that added to its fluid appearance. My long hair was half-up, styled with side braids that framed my face with the grace of a fae princess, while the rest fell in loose waves down my back.

A breeze whispered through the night, teasing my dress, causing it to ripple softly against my legs. As I stood there, lost in thought, I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I knew who it was even before he spoke.

“You’re awake,” Rohan said, his tone a mix of relief and something deeper, something that sent a thrill through me.

There was a charged silence between us, an electric tension that crackled in the air. The scent of him was stronger now, enveloping me completely, making my head spin. His touch was firm yet gentle, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice teasing. “Selene mentioned that you nearly destroyed the room today.”  His words were playful, but his gaze was serious, burning with something that made my pulse quicken.

A blush crept up my cheeks, both from embarrassment and the closeness of him. “I…I might have knocked over a few things,” I admitted, my hands clutching his sleeves for support. The fabric of his shirt was smooth and cool under my fingertips, contrasting with the heat radiating from his skin. “Relearning to walk isn’t easy.”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart flutter. “And you succeeded,” he replied. “Even if you did break a few things in the process.”

I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I missed you,” I confessed, my voice trembling slightly.

Rohan’s expression softened, his hand lifting to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch left a trail of warmth in its wake. “And I, you,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You have no idea how much.”

The closeness of him, the heat of his body against mine, was intoxicating. I felt a powerful pull toward him, a longing that I could no longer deny. As I looked into his eyes, I saw everything I had missed, everything I had dreamed of during those long months of sleep. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

 

A sensation of weightlessness enveloped me, as if I were drifting between the inky blackness of unconsciousness and the faintest glimmer of awareness. The soothing scent of lavender, like a long-forgotten memory from a peaceful dream, gently tickled my nose. Beneath me, the bed was more than just plush; it was like sinking into a fluffy cloud, a contrast to the cold, hard stone floor that still haunted my thoughts. Despite the comforting surroundings, sharp pains still gnawed at my weary body.

I struggled to open my eyes, the effort feeling monumental. Colors and shapes swirled before me, but I could hear voices in the distance. One voice stood out – Rohan’s urgent tone.

His words were dripping with desperation. “I’m losing her.”

Strong yet gentle hands lifted my head, causing a sharp groan of pain to escape my lips. I was too weak to open my eyes fully, but familiar enough with Rohan’s touch to recognize it even in my weakened state.

The glass cup touched my parted lips, cool and smooth against my skin. But before I could even take a sip, a sharp and pungent smell hit me like a punch to the senses. It was a terrible combination of burnt herbs and something sour, causing my stomach to churn and making me recoil in disgust. It overwhelmed the faint scent of lavender, that had been a fragile comfort. I shook my head weakly, the world tilting slightly as I did so. There was no way I could swallow whatever repulsive mixture was in that glass

“Why isn’t she healing?” A concerned feminine voice asked.

“She’s too pale…” Another male voice observed, his words registering somewhere in the recesses of my consciousness.

“The blade…” Rohan’s frustration seeped into his tone. “It was poisoned.”

“Rohan…Maybe it’s too late,” the feminine voice said, tinged with sorrow. “She’s lost too much blood, she’s too weak…she won’t even be able to swallow the liquid.”

“Besides, it might worsen her condition,” another male voice chimed in. “We’ve never witnessed anyone using this potion. It was basically a legend. Maybe it doesn’t even work.”

“We have to try,” Rohan insisted, his voice trembling. “She’s dying…I can’t…” His voice trailed off, choked with emotion.

Once again, the glass brushed against my lips. Ugh! No. I turned my head away.

“Aerin, please,” Rohan’s voice pleaded. “You have to drink.”

“No…” I murmured weakly.

“Come on, princess…” he begged, his voice heavy with anguish. “Drink.”

His words echoed in my mind, each one filled with his desperation. Even though every part of me screamed in protest, I couldn’t ignore the urgency in his tone.

With great reluctance, I opened my mouth a little. Rohan’s hand, trembling slightly, tilted the cup to my lips. I took a small sip, feeling the bitterness hit me like a punch in the gut.

“There, there,” he soothed, his voice rough with worry. “Just a bit more, love. You have to be strong.”

It made me gag, but Rohan’s worried gaze spurred me on, and I swallowed every drop, the bitter aftertaste clinging to my tongue.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmured anxiously, his hand tightening around mine.

“Who is she?” One of the male voices asked.

“It doesn’t matter! Just help me- ” Rohan’s words were interrupted by my piercing screams.

My body convulsed and contorted in an unending cycle of torment as I fought to stay conscious, but it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.

I felt Rohan’s hand grasp my shoulder, holding me in place, while another pair of male hands joined his, offering support.

“We need to hold her down! The convulsions are getting worse!”  said one of the other males.

“What’s happening to her?” The female voice trembled with fear.

“I don’t know!” Rohan’s voice cracked with desperation, bordering on hysteria.

A scream ripped from my lips, so sharp and so full of torment that it felt like it could shatter glass. It tore from me in a single, agonizing burst, leaving my throat raw and my chest burning. Another scream echoing through the room like a banshee’s wail. A sound so raw and primal it tore a gasp from Rohan’s throat. My body convulsed with the agony, muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate attempt to fight the pain.

“Oh gods, she’s in so much pain! Can’t we do something?” I heard the female say in panic.

“She’s dying! ” the other male stated, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.

A strangled sob escaped my throat as another spasm ripped through me. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the panicked face of Rohan hovering above me.

The pain was sharper than any blade, each sensation a torment that left me gasping for breath as the frigid grip of death tightened its hold. It was too much—too intense.  I’m dying. This is it. 

Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, I heard Rohan’s voice, clearer than before, cutting through the haze of pain and darkness. ” Aerin…”

 I want to hold on. But it hurts so much… 

My vision quickly became even more blurred, the faces around me fading into darkness. My body felt like it was being ripped apart, piece by piece, every breath a struggle. The world around me started to slip away, the sounds becoming muffled, the pain a distant throb. Is this what death feels like?

The High Lord’s voice pierced the darkness, raw and desperate. “Aerin, please… Come back. I can’t lose you. I—” His voice broke, something I’d never heard before, the sound filled with an emotion that surprised me. “I love you.”

He loves me?  The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, a flicker of warmth amidst the cold encroaching death. But it was too late. The strength to respond, to reach out to him, was slipping away.

The revelation was shocking, overwhelming, and filled me with a strange, bittersweet warmth. But the darkness was relentless, pulling me deeper. The world grew silent and dark, the last sensation being a gentle brush of Rohan’s hand against my cheek, a touch filled with love and despair. With one final, shuddering breath, I succumbed to the void.

 I love you too, Rohan,  I thought, hoping somehow he could hear me.  I’m sorry… 

 

I grabbed her hand, yanking her towards Sylvenna with desperate urgency. “We need to get out of here,” I urged, my voice strained with panic.

But Caelia froze,causing me to stumble. Her horrified gaze landed on the dried blood staining my hands and splattered across my dress. Sylvenna’s impatience was evident as she frantically motioned for us to hurry.

“It’s not my blood,” I blurted out, trying to ease Caelia’s worries before she could voice them. “It’s from my aunt’s crazed bitch. But don’t worry, I took care of her. We need to move now, the entire castle is about to come crashing down on us.”

Caelia’s face darkened at the mention of the queen’s death. She rudely yanked her hand away from mine, a sudden change that caught me off guard. But there was no time to dwell on it; we needed to leave. “We have to go,” I insisted.

However, Caelia stood fixed in place, her gaze piercing into my very soul. Confusion and fear flooded through me as I pleaded with her to move. “Come on, Caelia, we have to leave!”

Sylvenna called to me, urging me to hurry, “Princess, hurry!”

But then Caelia spoke, her tone chillingly calm. “I’m not going anywhere… and neither are you.”

Before I could react, a sharp pain pierced my abdomen. My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked up at Caelia, a dagger glistening in her hand. Sylvenna’s face contorted with horror and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she witnessed the scene before her.

I stumbled backwards, clutching at my stomach as I gazed at Caelia in shock. My vision spun as I fought to stay on my feet. My hand pressed against the wound, slick with warm blood that spilled out between my fingers.

The illusion of Caelia vanished, revealing Niamh. “This is for my mother,” she spat.

My body gave out, collapsing to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood welled from my wounds, staining the ground crimson as I gasped for air, each breath more labored than the last. Sylvenna’s panicked footsteps filled my ears as she rushed to my side. Her features were contorted with worry and fear for my life as she knelt beside me, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Rohan. My vision swam, but I saw him – a streak of primal fury, a shadow blur launched at Niamh.  A roar ripped from his throat, a sound that shook the very earth. He was pure rage and power. His body  ablaze with the fury of a thousand storms. Shadowy tendrils, hungry and alive, erupted from his form, morphing into blades that sang a deadly music as they sliced through the air.

But Niamh, fueled by her mother’s inherited magic, proved to be a formidable adversary. Her eyes glowed with a furious red intensity, consumed by the rage and power of a hundred vengeful spirits. She was stronger now, I knew, her grief a blackened wellspring of raw power after her mother’s death.

The ground trembled beneath me as they clashed in a violent storm of sound and motion. Metal clashed against dark magic, their battle punctuated by guttural roars and thunderous crashes. I struggled to keep up with their movements, mere blurs in my fading vision.

Niamh was relentless, her anger only feeding the frenzy of her attacks. A savage blow sent Rohan stumbling backwards. A choked gasp escaped my lips, the sound lost in the noise of the fight.

Undeterred, Rohan surged forward, channeling every ounce of his power. His voice, a thunderous roar that vibrated through my very bones. “This ends now, Niamh!”

Through the swirling mists of pain, I witnessed Rohan close the distance. His grip wasn’t physically there, but on her very mind.  A snarl ripped from his throat. It seemed to arise from somewhere deeper, completely surpassing his physical form . His eyes, now pitch black, reflected not just anger, but a cold, calculating purpose. He was no longer fighting Niamh; he was burrowing into Niamh’s very soul with a fiery intensity that made my blood run cold.

With each passing moment, the light of defiance in her eyes dimmed. She thrashed against his hold, a marionette yanked by invisible strings. Niamh screamed in agony, the sound piercing through the air like a wounded animal’s cry. Her body convulsed, hands clawing at nothing as if trying to escape the torment. She screamed again , her eyes rolling back in her head until only the whites showed.

I could see the agony carved on her face, her features contorted in a grotesque mask of pain and despair. But Rohan showed no mercy, his grip only tightening as Niamh’s screams grew weaker and her struggles were reduced to nothing more than a whimpering, broken shell of her former self. Her mind, once a fortress of hate, became a desolate wasteland.  A tremor ran through Rohan as he released her. Niamh collapsed, blood streaming from her nose and ears. With a final, shuddering gasp, her eyes glazed over, and the last embers of her spirit flickered out.

“You’re done,” he rasped.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Niamh lay defeated and broken. And through the haze of my blurred vision, I saw Rohan slowly turn towards me. His face, streaked with sweat and dirt, held a glimmer of concern that warmed a small part of my heart. Despite everything, he had fought for me, risking it all to protect me.

But concern swiftly morphed into raw panic. Rohan launched himself across the room. Dust billowed in his wake as he covered the distance in a single, desperate lunge. He skidded to a halt and crouched beside my battered form, his usual steely gaze shattering into a torrent of fear and desperation.

His warm hand, trembling slightly, gently enveloped mine as he assessed the severity of my injuries. I could feel the life slipping away from me, each breath becoming shallower, each heartbeat a fading echo.

“Stay strong, Aerin,” I heard his voice in my mind, his words a desperate plea. “You can’t die!”

The world blurred around me, the once vibrant colors fading into a haze of swirling grays. I mustered up the last of my reserves, forcing the words to escape my lips, “I…thank you,” I managed to choke out. Yet, even as I spoke, I could feel the inevitable drawing near, an icy tendril creeping up my spine, stealing the warmth from my veins.

Rohan’s hand brushed against my clammy cheek with a tenderness I had never felt before. His touch was both gentle and urgent, as if trying to hold onto something slipping away. “Don’t give up.”  he implored, his voice trembling with emotion. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

The desperation in his words echoed in my heart, but I couldn’t find the strength to believe him. The darkness was closing in, the pain overwhelming. And as much as I wanted to hold on, I knew it was futile. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into his intense gaze, silently expressing my love and gratitude for everything he had done.

Sylvenna’s words cut through the haze clouding my mind, her tone filled with concern. “She is dying before our eyes,” she declared. “I don’t think she’ll make it.”

I watched as Rohan extended his hand over my wound, a radiant golden light emanating from his palm, hovering just above the injury. But before hope could fully bloom, Sylvenna’s voice shattered it. “It’s futile,” she interjected, her tone heavy with resignation. “The blade Niamh used was poisoned. The toxin prevents her from healing.” Sylvenna explained. “I tried.”

I slammed my eyes shut, willing myself to block out the relentless shards of pain that tore through my body like a merciless storm. My muscles tensed as I fought against the overwhelming agony, desperately seeking refuge from its grasp.

“Aerin, please,” Rohan’s voice broke through the haze of pain. “Darling, open your eyes. Look at me.”

With great effort, I forced my heavy eyelids open, focusing on his face through the blur of tears.

Dark locks of hair fell in disarray across his sweat and dirt-coated skin. It was evident that the battle was over – bodies lay strewn around us, severed limbs and discarded weapons. Some of the former prisoners looked at me with pity, while others scrambled to escape from the crumbling castle.

“I-I’m so tired,” I murmured weakly, feeling the chill of death creeping into my bones.

“You have to hold on,” Rohan’s urgent plea echoed in my ears. “Don’t you dare give up on me,” His hand gripped mine so tightly it felt like he might crush my bones.

The High Lord turned to Sylvenna, silently begging her to do something. “I can’t lose her,” he whispered hoarsely. “There has to be something else we can do.”

With a heavy sigh, the healer reached for a tiny vial from her worn leather belt, offering it to me. “Drink this,” she said gently, helping me lift my head. I swallowed the cool liquid, but even as it slid down my throat, I knew it wouldn’t be enough to heal me.

“I’m sorry, High Lord,” Sylvenna murmured sorrowfully. “I’ve done all I can. She’s beyond my help now.”

Rohan’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth seemed on the verge of shattering. His eyes reflected an internal war, a fierce struggle between frustration and fear that could erupt at any second. He turned back to me, his gaze filled with a fierce determination that burned brighter than any fever. “You’re not giving up on me, Aerin,” he growled fiercely. “I won’t let you. You hear me?”

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, I thought I saw a glimmer of something in his gray eyes, a hint of unshed tears threatening to spill over. But my vision was too blurred and hazy to be certain.

Is he really crying? Or is it just my imagination?

“Wait…” Sylvenna frantically rummaged through her old leather bag, the familiar scent of herbs filling the air, until she pulled out another small vial containing a clear liquid. It glimmered in the faint light, almost as if it held some sort of magic within its glass walls.

The ground trembled beneath us, shaking the walls and sending jagged cracks spider webbing across the stone floor. Clouds of dust billowed around us, making it hard to see or breathe. My heart raced and my throat tightened as I imagined the weight of the ceiling above crushing me.

A deep fissure opened up just inches from where Niamh’s body lay,  and I could see the fear in Rohan and Sylvenna’s eyes as they realized the severity of the situation.

Sylvenna’s words tumbled out in a desperate rush. “This,”  she said, holding up the small vial with trembling hands, “is the ‘Nectar of Life.’ More valuable than gold, crafted from the waters of a sacred spring, fiercely guarded by ancient spirits older than legends themselves! To obtain it, one must face their trials. Trials that test body and soul. That’s why it’s so rare, so precious. I have guarded it for years, hidden from Absinthya. But now…” Her voice trailed off hoarsely and she looked at me with hope in her eyes. “Now, it might be the only way to save the princess.”

The tears blurred my vision, making it hard to see Rohan’s hand as it snatched the vial from Sylvenna’s shaking grasp. The glass glinted in the dim light, refracting the colors of the room like a tiny prism. It was evident in his puzzled expression that he was unfamiliar with the potion.

Should that make me more nervous?

The healer looked at me. “Princess, you will not survive your injury. The blade was imbued with a powerful poison, and it took its toll.” Sylvenna said sadly. “But,” She continued, her voice taking on a glimmer of hope, “the Nectar can offer you a second chance, a new beginning. It will bring you back to life… as a pure fey,” she explained.

My heart skipped a beat at Sylvenna’s words. As a pure fey? My mind whirled with questions and doubts.

Would I still be me, or someone completely new?

“Pure fey?” Rohan repeated, his shock evident.

Sylvenna’s gaze lingered on me, her expression grave. “But I must warn you, it won’t be painless.”

“No…” My voice came out as a tremulous whisper, barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. A shiver coursed through my entire being, just the thought of enduring more agony made me want to crumble. Every small movement felt like a thousand knives being plunged into my flesh, causing me to gasp and choke for air. A sickly warmth began to spread beneath me, a thick and sticky sensation that could only mean one thing – blood.

Rohan’s face paled as he noticed the growing stain. “Aerin, please, you must stay still,” he pleaded, his voice breaking with fear. My eyes widened in terror as another stab of pain jolted through me. Fear clung to me, thick as the blood that now pooled beneath my body.

I can’t do this. I can’t endure any more pain. Not again. The thought raced through my mind as I struggled to hold back tears.

Rohan’s fingers interlocked with mine, his piercing gaze burning through me. “You’re a fighter, always have been,” he growled fiercely, his intense steel-blue eyes searching mine for any sign of the fighter he knew.

But what if I’m not?  The doubt gnawed at me, even as I clung to his words.

I clenched my jaw, attempting to give a small nod to show that I understood. However, the movement sent sharp bolts of agony through my body, causing me to wince and grit my teeth in pain. Through the haze of torment, I caught Sylvenna watching me, her brow furrowed with concern.

I saw Rohan turn toward Sylvenna, “Are you certain this will work?” he asked, his voice a mixture of hope and fear.

Could this potion truly save me? 

Sylvenna hesitated before answering. “In all my long years, centuries of life, I’ve never had to use or witness the effects of this potion myself. I’ve only heard of one case, and even then, I cannot say if it was true or just a rumor.”

Rohan’s gaze shifted from Sylvenna to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. “I know this is a difficult choice, princess,” he began, his voice gentle yet firm, “but it may be our only chance to save you. If we do nothing…” He trailed off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air.

Pain carved lines across Rohan’s face. Was that a flicker of fear dancing in his eyes? The fear of losing me? Yet, amidst the worry… there was also a spark of hope.

“The decision is yours,” he continued, his voice gaining strength. “But please, Aerin, don’t give up on yourself.”

Despite the excruciating pain that coursed through my body, I gathered what little strength I had left and managed a weak nod.

“I accept,” I whispered.

Relief flooded Rohan’s features, softening the harsh angles etched by worry. His hand, warm and trembling slightly, reached out and brushed his thumb across my knuckles in a gesture of tender reassurance. “Are you sure, Aerin?” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

I met his gaze. My voice, though weak, held a newfound determination. “I’m sure,” I replied. “I want to live, Rohan.”

I want to stay with you.

The ground trembled violently, sending more rocks tumbling from the ceiling. Rohan reacted swiftly, throwing himself over me to protect me from the falling debris. Sylvenna scrambled for cover under a nearby chair, her eyes wide with fear. The deafening sound of destruction filled our ears as dust engulfed us, blinding our senses.

The grand hall shook violently, its walls on the verge of collapse amid the chaos. Suddenly, a huge hole tore open, swallowing the Queen’s lifeless body. Terrified ex-prisoners ran in panic, their faces filled with dread as they fled to safety.

Sylvenna’s eyes were filled with tears as she whispered “Good luck” and turned to join the group of escaping prisoners, blending into the chaotic crowd. She gave one last glance back at me, her expression grateful, before disappearing into the confusion and panic.

As everything started to fade, Rohan scooped me gently into his muscular arms, holding me close to his broad chest. The warmth radiating from his powerful form provided a brief sense of comfort despite my disoriented state.

His voice scraped against my ear, hoarse with desperation. “Aerin, stay with me.”

Then, we were swallowed up by darkness, disappearing into the unknown. My mind slipped into oblivion as everything around me dissolved into a dizzying void.

The battle raged around me, swords clashing, magic crackling through the air. I stayed low behind a table, the wood rough against my fingertips as I gripped it tightly. Heart pounding.

Rohan moved with the speed and grace of a deadly predator, his sword slicing through enemies with precision and his magic crackling around him in a dazzling display. I could barely keep up with the blur of his movements, the glint of steel flashing dangerously as he mercilessly took down each opponent.  He’s incredible,  I thought, admiration mingling with my worry.

Our allies fought bravely, their shouts mingling with the roars of the monsters. I wanted to join them, to help in any way I could, but I remembered my promise to stay hidden.

The battlefield was a chaotic mess. Screams, raw and desperate, filled the air, punctuated by the bone-jarring clang of metal on metal. A wave of terror paralyzed me as a dark figure detached itself from the shadows behind Rohan. Its movements were fluid and silent, a predator stalking its prey. It was the old witch, her face a mask of cruelty. Blood drained from my face as I realized the true danger Rohan faced.

Oh gods, no.

“Watch out!” I screamed, but my words were a futile whisper against the roar of battle.

With a flick of her wrist, the witch unleashed a roiling vortex of dark magic that erupted from her outstretched palm. Time seemed to stand still as the dark magic slashed through the air, striking Rohan squarely in the back before he could even react. A gasp ripped from my throat as he arched backward as if struck by an invisible fist. His cry cut short as he crashed to the ground. His sword clattered away, and his face contorted in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut against the agony.

Please, no.

Terror clenched my heart, the air ripped from my lungs as I watched helplessly, fearing the worst.

But to my astonishment, he recovered with a speed that defied belief.  He conjured a blade of pure shadow, its inky tendrils swirling around his hand. The witch closed in for the kill, her dark magic pulsating around her like a ravenous beast.

Come on, Rohan.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the scene, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the wooden table, my heart pounding in my chest like a frantic drum.

With lightning-like speed and deadly accuracy, Rohan’s shadow blade sliced through the witch’s body, a dark aura surrounding it as it pierced her flesh.

Yes! Take her down!

A ball of green smoke erupted, engulfing the witch in its suffocating embrace. Her agonized screams echoed through the battlefield before she dissipated into nothingness.

Rohan stood, his shadow blade dissipating into the air. His chest heaved, his breath ragged, but his eyes held a grim determination. A wave of relief flooded over me as I realized that he was unharmed. Thank the gods, he’s safe!

As our eyes met, a flicker of something more than gratitude passed between us. It felt like our souls were reaching out and connecting on a deeper level.

 

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Crouched behind the overturned table, my eyes were fixated on Absinthya’s bloodied figure lying only a few feet away. The sounds of swords clashing and screams of pain still echoed through the air.

“Princess!” The urgent hiss came from the shadows, and I spotted Sylvenna’s silhouette behind a column. Her hand beckoned me with a desperate flicker. “Come quickly.”

Crawling on all fours, I dragged myself towards her, my palms and knees scraping on the marble floor. Each movement sent sharp spikes of pain shooting through my body as tiny pebbles dug into my skin.

“We’re fleeing through an ancient route,” Sylvenna hissed, barely audible over the chaotic sounds of battle. “A secret passage in the old wing of the palace. You must come.”

I hesitated, my eyes flicking back to Rohan and allies fighting valiantly in the battle.

“Rohan said to take you there if our plan succeeded,” Sylvenna continued as if she had read my thoughts.  “We must go.”

A prickle of irritation crawled up my spine. Was I a package to be delivered?  My fingers clenched into fists. But despite my anger towards being treated this way, there was a part of me that couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Rohan behind, not knowing what would become of him. How could I hold onto my anger when my heart was torn between staying and going?

“Screw what Rohan wants,” I spat back, my voice filled with defiance. “I won’t abandon him and the others.”

Sylvenna’s expression hardened, her gaze piercing into mine. “The High Lord didn’t ask for your consent, princess. He demanded it. And if need be, I will use magic to drag you along.”

Who does he think he is?  My eyes narrowed, but my initial anger gave way to a gnawing worry as I watched him fighting. Finally, I sighed in resignation. “Alright, fine. But Caelia, is she safe?”

“Many have fled already.  With the queen’s death, the powerful magic that cloaked the palace and kept us trapped… it’s gone. Caelia is likely with them.”

Another tremor shook the castle, dust and pebbles raining down like a deadly hailstorm. My heart raced with terror at the thought of being buried alive.

Sylvenna’s frantic tugs on my arm snapped me out of it.  “We need to go now,” the healer urged.

“But what about…” I began to protest.

“The immense amount of magic released has made this place unstable. It could collapse at any moment,” Sylvenna warned. “We must leave now,” the healer insisted urgently.

My chest tightened as I imagined Rohan and the others, their bodies entombed within the crumbling walls of this cursed castle. I rooted in place, wanting nothing more than to stay. But the ground trembled ominously, and dust rained down from the ceiling. Sylvenna’s hand clamped onto my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. With one last worried glance back, we fled for our lives as the place threatened to collapse around us.

I followed Sylvenna, our bodies low to the ground, darting from shadow to shadow. Then I saw her—Caelia, entering the throne room with a look of pure terror, her eyes scanning the chaos.

“Caelia!” I gasped, my heart leaping with relief.  She looked scared and lost, her eyes scanning frantically for a way out.

“I thought she was safe with the others,”  the healer muttered, her brow furrowed.

As I moved towards her, ready to bring her to safety, Sylvenna gripped my arm. “No time,” she hissed. “We must leave now.”

But I couldn’t leave her behind. Not Caelia. Rohan would understand… wouldn’t he? 

“I won’t leave without her!” I declared firmly.

Sylvenna hesitated, then reluctantly let go of my arm “Hurry!”

“Caelia!” I called out to her urgently. “Come with us!”

“Aerin!” Her eyes widened in relief. “Thank the gods you’re here!”

Amidst the pandemonium, a cruel and mocking laughter cut through the air. Its chilling echo made my blood run cold.  My eyes landed on Absinthya, sprawled on the cold floor, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the transformation that had taken place. Her once ethereal beauty was now marred by deep wrinkles and dark age spots, giving her a shockingly human appearance. It was as if time had caught up to her in an instant, making her seem old and weak…mortal.

“Still pining after that High Lord of yours, I see,”  she sneered, “But let’s face it, Aerin, he’ll never want you.” Her words were like poison, seeping into every crack and crevice of my being.

Ignore her. 

My jaw tensed and my fingernails dug into my palms, forming crescent-shaped marks. “I’ve told you before, Aunt, I have no interest in Rohan,” I replied, injecting defiance into every word. It was a lie, of course. But I couldn’t let her see how much her words affected me.

Absinthya’s laughter grew louder, more mocking. “Oh, please. We both know the truth, Aerin. You can’t hide your desire for him any longer.”

“Stop!” I snapped, unable to bear another moment of this torment.

Absinthya sneered, her ruby orbs blazing with contempt. “You’re nothing but a foolish little child, chasing after a fantasy that will never be yours,” she hissed.

But beneath her cruel facade, I could feel the desperation seeping through.

“Do you truly believe you could ever capture his heart? How laughable.” the Queen taunted. “You’re a mere pawn in his game, Aerin. Nothing more, nothing less.”

I stood firm, refusing to let her words break me. “You underestimate me, Aunt,” I shot back, lifting my chin a fraction higher. “I may not be of noble birth, but I possess a strength you can only dream of. And I will not let you or anyone else dictate my fate.

Absinthya’s laughter turned bitter, a cruel sound that froze the air around me. “You are pitiful,” she hissed, her eyes burning with spite. “Just like your mother. Weak, foolish, destined for nothing but misery.”

My blood boiled at her words, a fiery rage coursing through me. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, I hissed back at her, “How dare you speak of my mother like that. You are nothing but a jealous harpy, consumed by your own vicious envy.”

Absinthya’s cruel smile only widened, revealing her true nature as a manipulative and vindictive woman. “Oh, but I know more about your precious mother than you think, my dear niece,” she taunted, her words dripping with venom. “Your mother may have fooled others with her sweetness, but she is a master manipulator just like me.”

I recoiled at her words, a sickening feeling twisting in the pit of my stomach.

“No!” I yelled, my voice laced with anger. “You’re wrong. My mother is kind and loving…nothing like you.” I shook my head in disbelief, refusing to believe her malicious words.

But even as the words left my lips, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that tightened in my gut. What if Absinthya was right? What if my mother had been playing a game all along, manipulating everyone around her for her own gain? Rohan’s cruel words echoed in my mind, poisoning my thoughts.

I pushed the thought aside, burying it deep within me where it couldn’t hurt me. I refused to believe that my mother could be capable of such thing.

Absinthya’s scornful laughter echoed through the grand hall. “Oh, sweet Aerin,” she sneered. “You’re such a naive little dove. But don’t worry, my dear. You’ll learn soon enough.”

I met her gaze with defiance, refusing to back down. “You’re wrong,” I declared, my voice ringing with conviction. “I won’t let you poison my mind with your lies.”

A wave of fury washed over me, drowning out all rational thought. In that moment, there was only one thing driving me forward: vengeance.

My hand shook with rage as I reached down and grabbed a shard of glass, the remnants of the shattered crystal still sharp and cruel. Absinthya’s eyes widened in terror as she realized my intent, her attempts to escape futile as I stalked towards her.

With a cold expression, I knelt beside her, my movements steady and precise. Without a shred of hesitation, I plunged the jagged glass into her throat, relishing the feeling of warm blood gushing over my hand and hearing her gurgle in pain. “This is for me,” I declared through clenched teeth, my voice filled with fury.

Ignoring her desperate struggles, I drove the glass deeper, tearing into her chest with brutal force. Slick redness bloomed across the wound as I snarled, “And this is for my brother.”

My grip tightened on the shard, the wet warmth of blood slicking my hand as I drove it into her abdomen with a ferocious thrust. A guttural, wet gurgle escaped her lips, and bile rose in my throat as nausea clawed at me. Despite this, I plunged the shard deeper. “This…is for Rohan…” My voice barely recognizable, anger consuming me.  Each word punctuated by another savage strike that tore through Absinthya’s body.  Her screams drowned out by the sickening sounds of flesh being rent apart.

But even as I inflicted my retribution, Absinthya’s laughter continued, a sickening gurgle mingling with her mocking taunts. Blood spurted from her mouth, but she only laughed harder, her eyes wild with mad glee. The sight of her twisted grin only fueled the fire burning within me, driving me to strike harder, faster, with a relentless fury born of pure hatred.

“Die!” I screamed, each word a primal howl of agony and vengeance. But her laughter persisted, driving me further into a frenzy. “Die!” I screamed, my vision clouded by red rage.

“Die! Die! Die!” My screams echoed through the air, drowning out all other sound as I unleashed every ounce of rage and hatred within me. I felt alive with a savage pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced before. This was not just retribution, this was liberation from the pain and torment she had inflicted upon me.

The lines between vengeance and savagery blurred. I was a storm, ready to consume everything in my path. My grip tightened, the shard a mere extension of my burning fury that threatened to spiral out of control. But then a pair of hands, firm and familiar, grabbed me, yanking me back from the precipice.

A startled cry escaped my lips and I paused in my struggle as the familiar scent of Rohan filled my nostrils – a blend of musk and cedar with a hint of leather and the smell of blood from the battle. His voice was gruff yet soothing, “Enough, Aerin,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my neck. “She’s gone. It’s over.”

A flicker of sanity sparked within me, enough to loosen my grip on the shard. As my knees buckled, he was there to catch me. The world felt like it was spinning out of control as I fell into the solid warmth of his embrace. My dress was now soaked in blood, my trembling hands dripping red.

Had I become the monster I had sworn to destroy? Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the scene before me. Hot against my cheek, they mingled with the bloodstains.

“It’s over,” he murmured softly. “It’s all over now. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Rohan’s hand, rough yet strangely comforting, cupped my tear-streaked cheek. His fingers, warm and calloused, traced the contours of my face, sending a delicious tremor ran through me. His stormy grey eyes, like a tempestuous sea, bore into mine, holding me steady amidst the chaos of my emotions.

“You were brave,” he whispered, his voice husky. “You did what had to be done.” His thumb brushed away a tear, the pad rough against my  skin, amplifying the tremor that danced down my spine. “You are safe now.”

The heat of his touch ignited a primal urge within me. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him, to find solace and comfort in the strength of his arms. But this was dangerous territory, a path I couldn’t afford to tread. He and I, it was a forbidden dance, a dance of fire and ice, of light and shadows. I had to remain strong, focused. Even if every fiber of my being screamed to surrender to him.

His regal attire had transformed into something dark and formidable. Under the dimming light, glistening ebony scales coated his arms,torso and legs, creating an impenetrable armor.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. When had he even conjured such a masterpiece?

As my gaze drifted past Rohan, I couldn’t help but be stunned by the scene that unfolded behind him. The ground was littered with the bodies of our enemies, their lifeless forms strewn across the floor like discarded puppets. Blood pooling around them in dark, viscous puddles that reflected the dim light of the hall. Some lay motionless, their eyes frozen in wide-eyed terror, while others writhed in the grip of their final agonizing moments. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of magic.

He did this… all by himself? How is this possible?

But before I could dwell on it further, a new wave of guards flooded into the ruined hall. Monstrous fairies, clad in dark, imposing armor adorned with menacing spikes and jagged edges, led the charge with a ferocity. Behind them, smaller and more sinister creatures flitted through the air like dark shadows. Their razor-sharp claws and fangs glistening in the light.

Fear clenched my heart as I realized that the battle was far from over.

“It’s not over yet,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the cries of hatred that crashed like deadly waves.

Rohan followed my gaze with an eerie calmness, taking in the imminent danger with an almost unnerving ease. “Don’t worry,” he purred with a smug grin.”We have some friends.”

And true to his words, a group of humans and faeries emerged, prisoners turned allies, joining the fray with magic and swords. They charged into battle, a united front against our common enemy.

The ground trembled beneath us, the walls cracking and splintering as if they were mere toys. Debris fell from above, a dangerous shower that threatened our very lives, but then it stopped abruptly. I cast a worried glance at Rohan, his features tense and rigid with worry. A pang of fear tightened in my chest at the sight, recognizing the ominous signs of a potential collapse.

“I want to help,” I urged, my gaze fixed on the bloody battle before us. But Rohan held me back, his grip firm but gentle.

“You’re barely standing,” he growled, his eyes blazing with concern. “Using magic in your current state would be dangerous.”

I stiffened at his words, my stubbornness flaring. “I can’t just do nothing,” I argued, frustration evident in my voice.

His hand landed roughly on my bare shoulder, calloused fingers digging into my skin. A tremor ran through me at his touch, a jolt of awareness that left me tingling. As he looked at me seriously, I knew he was right. “Your first lesson: Magic is life,” he declared firmly. “I won’t allow you to risk yours for this.”

Reluctantly, I nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in his words.

“But promise me,” he implored, his tone softening. “Promise me you’ll stay out of the fight.”

My heart ached, but I reluctantly gave in. “Fine,” I grumbled. “I’ll stay out of it.”

Rohan conjured a sword, its sharp edge glinting in the faint light. As he turned to leave, I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should stop him or let him go. But before I could think it through, my hand reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He looked back at me with confusion and for a split second, I questioned my actions. In that moment, all the noise and chaos of battle seemed to fade away, leaving only the rapid beating of my heart. My heart raced with conflicting emotions and I searched desperately for the right words to say.

Dust motes danced in the fractured sunlight filtering through the shattered throne room window. The air thrummed with the clash of steel on steel. I chewed on my lip, the taste metallic against my sudden dryness. My gaze darted around the room, landing on a toppled pillar, a splintered banner, anything but him.

“Freckles?”

My voice, when it finally came, was a mere tremor. “Promise… promise you’ll be careful,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat like tangled thread. The clang of metal somewhere in the distance echoed the clash inside me – worry warring with a terrifying affection I couldn’t name – threatening to spill over, making my voice thick and shaky.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Always princess,” he murmured.

I looked away again, heat rising up my neck. I wanted to scream, to confess the avalanche of worry and… something more, something terrifying to even think of saying out loud. But the words caught in my throat, forming a painful knot. I hated feeling so vulnerable.

With a heavy sigh, I watched him go, a sense of unease settling over me like a heavy blanket.

 

My body convulsed in a violent spasm, the world around me blurring into a chaotic frenzy. My screams were guttural and unending, a primal cry for mercy that fell on deaf ears. The sound reverberated through the vast room, a chorus of desperation and pain. The agony raged within me like an inferno, ravaging my soul until all that remained was a smoldering husk of ash.

Each breath I took felt like a struggle, my lungs burning as if they were filled with molten fire. My body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve on fire with excruciating torture. It felt as though every piece of my being was consumed by an unyielding agony that refused to relent.

Weakness enveloped me like a chilling shroud. My limbs grew heavy, my movements sluggish. I felt myself slipping away, my consciousness fading into the encroaching darkness.

Then, everything seemed to collapse around me. The magical thread connecting me to the evil crystal, the source of my torment, trembled and faded. I felt a vibration coursing through the air. As I looked, I saw the crystal in Absinthya’s hand swell in size. It pulsed with a glow, casting an eerie light across the room. The queen’s maniacal laughter filled the hall, echoing like the roar of a victorious beast.

But then, a delicate noise pierced through the deafening laughter. The tinkling of breaking glass, a minuscule sound but heard by all with their sharp fey senses.

The crystal shattered like a star, exploding in a blinding flash that momentarily banished the oppressive semi-darkness. A gust of wind swept through the grand throne hall. I was too weak to react, but I could feel the magic moving through the space, every tendril of power returning to its rightful owner, while my Aunt’s enraged scream cut through the chaos like a knife.

I felt my own energy returning, like a river flowing back to its course. My strength slowly returned, my limbs regaining their vigor.

Slowly, I rose, my legs trembling beneath me. I swayed unsteadily, my vision still blurred. But with each passing moment, my senses sharpened, and the world around me came back into focus.

The symbols painted in my arms vanished before my eyes. The ropes, empowered by magic to hold my wrists to the iron bars, disintegrated along with the crystal. I flexed my wrists, testing my newfound freedom.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the scene around me. The queen’s throne lay shattered, its fragments scattered across the red marble floor. The once-majestic hall now lay in partial ruins. Windows shattered, furniture overturned, and chaos reigned supreme. The fey nobles who had watched with mocking smiles now fled in terror, their laughter replaced by panicked screams.

The crystal shattered, casting the throne room into chaos. Despite feeling weak, I managed to remain standing. A metallic tang filled my mouth – blood, my own, from a bite on my lip.  My eyes landed on Absinthya, crumpled on the cold floor, her silver hair obscuring her face.

Darkness, thick and suffocating, swallowed the whole room. The screams of the fleeing nobles were abruptly cut off, replaced by a chilling silence broken only by ragged gasps and choked sobs. Then, as if the world decided to breathe again, light seeped back in, revealing the carnage that had unfolded in those stolen moments. Bodies lay scattered across the room, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling in frozen terror. Limbs contorted at unnatural angles, as if desperately trying to escape their grisly fate. Pools of blood seeped out from beneath them, forming macabre patterns on the floor. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the stench of fear and death.

In a flash, Rohan appeared next to me, his eyes burning with an otherworldly glow. The once familiar shades of blue and gray now danced like silver flames. Each glinting with an intensity that sent a tremor of heat through me. Their intensity stole my breath, leaving me gasping like a fish out of water.

Oh gods, why did he have to look at me like that? 

His talons, like obsidian blades dripping with the blood of those he had slain, revealed his true nature.  In that moment, a wave of chilling fear washed over me.  He wasn’t just my protector; he was a lethal weapon, a savage force unleashed against our foes.  My body trembled, unsure if it was from terror or desire, as his gaze held me captive. It was like a wildfire consuming me, awakening something wild and untamed. But the fear remained, like a poison coursing through my veins and preventing me from tearing my eyes away from him.

As if sensing my sudden apprehension, his fierce hands relaxed and retracted the deadly talons. The blood on his face gave him a savage appearance, but when he spoke in his deep, gravelly voice, I heard an unexpected gentleness I didn’t expect from someone with such deadly abilities.

“Don’t be afraid,” he reassured me, his eyes softening. In that moment, my perception shifted, and all I saw was the captivating beauty of this lethal being before me.

For a heartbeat, the world around us dissolved, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent dance. The carnage – some of the terrified nobles, spared by his mercy, scrambling over one another like ants, the approaching guards with their glinting blades– faded into the background. All I saw was Rohan, his presence radiating power, and an underlying hint of something primal, something dangerous.

His hand, warm and comforting, brushed against my arm as he checked for injuries.  Focus, Aerin. Focus . A jolt of electricity shot through me at the contact. My breath hitched, trapped in my throat. Shame burned in my gut, but a traitorous warmth bloomed in my chest. I wanted to pull away, to deny the undeniable heat that surged between us, but what if I didn’t want to? My body refused to obey, craving his touch with a hunger I couldn’t ignore.

“Are you ok?” he asked, concerned.

I nodded, though the intensity of his gaze made it difficult to find my voice. “I’m fine,” I managed to reply, my words a mere whisper amidst the chaos surrounding us. “I don’t need your help.”  Why did I say that?  I lied, pushing his hand away with a tremor that betrayed my defiance. The heat lingering on my skin even after the contact was broken.

Rohan’s jaw clenched for a brief moment, his gaze dropping to where I’d rejected his touch. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes before it was masked by a stoic indifference. With a curt nod, he turned away, his features hardening as he squared his shoulders to face the approaching guards.

I watched him go, my heart pounding in my chest. The warmth of his touch remained, like a branding iron searing a mark on my skin and I couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze on me. I was a mess of conflicting emotions. I wanted him desperately, but I knew I couldn’t have him. I knew I was in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to him like a sailor to a siren’s song.

This was something deeper, something primal, a connection that transcended the boundaries of words.

And I was terrified of it.

A blur of midnight and moonlight, Rohan’s powerful form launched himself at the oncoming guards. With lethal grace, he moved like a whirlwind of dark fury, each blow a promise of oblivion.