The prayer was to show the superiority of light and the defeat of darkness... it shows the fall of the Kingdom of Darkness and the rise of the Kingdom of Light. It shouldn't have made my blood boil... but it did.
The king's power shone bright and heavy, thick and coated in the scent magic carried. His power was directed to his finger where he dripped a kernel of bright golden light into the cauldron that rumbled.
The light that emitted from the cauldron was nearly blinding until a shadow that escaped my soul, made its way to the cauldron. My jaw had dropped as I watched it smirk at me.
And then at the cauldron, and suddenly dived into it…
Mass darkness exploded out of the cauldron, knocking everyone including the king down to the ground. The prince swiftly covered me from the darkness that enveloped the room.
The light in the room slowly began to make an appearance again and Izlana cleared her throat loudly from the ground next to us, upset with the prince. This shocked me more than it shocked her since he supposedly cared for her. I looked back to the dais where the king stared at the cauldron with horror and disgust. As if unable to believe what his eyes had just shown him. The king's eyes immediately looked at me accusatory.No... he couldn't have known.The king slowly rose and regained his composure. "There is no need to fret. I seemed to have put too much of my power into the cauldron—" the king spoke with so much conviction that even I nearly believed him. "This tribute was made to honour the Prince of Apollo. Adrion, I am in hope that your boon serves you well."
"The boon granted will serve me well, Your Majesty. I give you my thanks." The prince held his wine glass to the king in a mocking salute.
"Hello there, sweet creature..."An ethereal voice brushed against my ear.I flinched from shock.
"The boon that shall be granted for your hefty tribute is vengeance. Use it bountifully."
I couldn't help the shiver that went over my body when the presence of the voice had left. And I would never forget the look that the king gave me before he could take his leave, his power leaving with him. Making my body go slack with the exhaustion.
Chapter 47
Secrets of the Heart
Fae were blessed with soul mates from the Goddess Nocturna herself. They say Nocturna's love for Riaan was so strong it could be felt across stars, universes and even through dreams. What better way for mates who have not yet accepted their mate bonds to meet through dreams. The dreams draw them closer to one another, compelling them to do the very thing that their souls were made for—to be mated as one~Duvessan Fae History.
The following text has been transcribed in an oath of truth by Volda Keely Darkblood of the Darkblood Witch Coven.
The original text has been destroyed upon command from the High King of Apollo, Solaire Gideon.
Ibrushed through the moonlit field that held comfort and relief with each step. My feet kissed by the cold of the soft grass that nearly looked blue from the night sky. The sheer dark indigo dress I wore felt weightless on my body and swept around my legs with a calm breeze. My neck craned upwards toward the moon, letting it bathe me with its gaze. I lightly traced the skin from my neck, to my chest, then to my heavy breasts that instantly swelled when I caressed. It was electrifying, being blessed with the darkness of the night sky contrasting with the pure light illuminating from the moon. It was the very gravity that pulled me to the plush grass that tickled my exposed back. My body was restless. My hands were moving. I needed more... so much more. My hands bundled up my dress up to my hips where the cool night air kissed my bareness. I ached in dire need while tracing my fingers along my torso and down to my thigh where my hand met with someone else's. The shock from my gasp was released with a whimpered plea when the stranger's hand began clutching and caressing my body. The stars above me twinkled brighter as if to tell me that this is where I needed to be.
"I cannot begin to express how much you leave me undone." His velvet voice growled between my thighs. My whole body was on fire, nothing I have ever felt could have compared to the heated ache between my legs. I slipped the sheer fabric of my sleeve over my shoulders, my breasts swelling in anticipation. My back arched, and my hips rocked for any kind of frictionthe generous stranger was willing to give. His palm grazed my breast, and it was as if he was holding onto a waging battle of control that had him tensing and growling. As if he had not wanted to give in to the sinful fantasies that my very mind was wishing for.
"The gods shall damn me for this,"he breathed to himself before the hotness of his mouth was on my heat, kissing at first, simply tasting until even that wasn't enough. He was like a man who had been starved for too long, and when I felt his tongue caress—
Dear gods
I was seeing new stars that weren't part of the sky, the stars you begin to see with so much immense pleasure that they begin to turn different colours. The sharp moan that left me was loud enough to bring me back to reality and open my eyes from the dream that had graced me at the dead of night. My cheeks flamed when I took in my surroundings, brought back to the gilded room. Sweat languidly trailed down my neck and as for the heat between my thighs...
What in the hells of Riaan…
"These dreams will be the death of me."I groan. If it was not the haunting nightmares, then it would be these sinful dreams that had little to no meaning.
The white satin nightdress I wore reached mid-thigh so I grabbed the matching silk robe as a cover up. My sleep had broken, and even now my anxiety would eat away at me if I stayed in the too-soft bed. I hesitantly touched the smooth door handle and before I could overthink, I stepped out.
The castle looked ethereal at night with sage being burned alongside each lantern. I did not know where exactly I was going, but I decided to choose a path where the air became cooler. My fingers gently brushed the fire blade I had strapped to my thigh.
I could not be too sure if someone would be planning to kill me after the dinner last night. The king couldn't have known that the darkness was mine... And yet, I'd be a fool to doubt his intelligence. But if he had known, I would not be alive right now.
I could not shake off the feeling of how his eyes stared wantingly at my fire blades. How his eyes deemed me unworthy of having it at my disposal. A longing ache caressed my heart when I thought of Fala, who had gifted me the blades and before I could let it do more damage I transferred my thoughts to the architecture within the castle. I rounded a corner, deep in thoughts of the prince’s ancestry that lined up in paintings. "Umph." My thoughts were cut off when I abruptly met with a hard chest. "I’m so sorr—"
"Why aren't you asleep, pretty warrior?" His voice was silk, and his eyes looked darker than usual. The white locks of his hair kissing his eyelashes, craning his neck down to meet my own eyes.
I took a step back; he took one forward. "I couldn't sleep," I answered swiftly or at least tried to while he came closer. "And you shouldn't call me that." I answered fervently.
"And why shouldn't I?" Amusement graced the prince's features. Was the prince this delusional? First, he ignores me, pretends that I do not exist, and now he is suddenly close to me, speaking to me like...Gods. He was giving me whiplash from all his moods.
"Because you are promised to another. And one shouldn't speak to another like that..." He came closer and I was being backed up against a wall. "Or be this close to someone... when they have a beloved," I whispered out.
