The mark of a great man is one who knows when to set aside the important things in order to accomplish the vital ones.
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Silas seemed to have forgotten how to breath.
Or at least, that’s what he was currently feeling. Eleanor’s statement made his heart hammer against his chest at an erratic rate. He found himself clutching his chest, just above where his heart was. He knew that Amara wasn’t his mate. He knew that it was nothing but his own blood calling him. And yet…he couldn’t help the sting that seems to have made its way to his heart.
“Why…” He drawled, sucking in a breath. “Why would she…?”
Eleanor didn’t speak, he already knew how confusing this might have felt for his friend.
The universe compels one to towards the best path to take.✾There was only a week left before the coronation of Silas.He would be picking six consorts, from whom which he would be picking a Luna. He had already prepared the speech that he would be giving, as well as he had already run through the files and reports on the consorts that were currently living in the academe and were of age. None of it matters. He already knew who he would choose.Everything was prepared, now all he had to do was tell Eleanor.Eleanor, on the other hand, was preparing for the coronation. Ever since the day that they had fought, she and Amara had never seen eye to eye. She would always check up on her and watch her from afar, but that was the best that she could do. Amara ha
Winning a war is the easy part. All it takes is brawn. Maintaining your rule afterward is the real test.✾Eleanor bit the nail of her thumb while waiting anxiously for Silas’s door to open.She always took pride in herself in knowing what to do. She was the one who came up with the plan in order to save Amara. She was the one who came up with the plan with how they could remove any suspicions from them. She was the one who told Silas what the right thing to do was. She had always found what the best solution for every problem was.And for all the times she did just that, her mind was blank and empty right now.
One can never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, one must build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.✾Silas tucked the envelope back inside his pocket.It was coronation day and he just finished announcing the consorts that he would be bringing with him back to the palace. He tried not to let Amara’s crestfallen expression get to him. He was doing amazing so far. Eleanor was too. They had already run through the plan for a week, and still, he felt anxious. Eleanor commended him over the plan, told him that it sounded amazing and smart. He was proud of it too, even though it was a last-minute thing.His father won’t be too happy when he hears about it. However, he won’t. Silas had already prepared for that. A few weeks after the consorts sett
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.✾The tent was a small one, it was close to being brown, shaped like a cube, and had a lone zipper right in the middle that serves as an entrance. It was placed in the middle of the other tents. However, I could tell that Mertha made it so we still had some sort of privacy. Unlike the other tents who were close to their neighboring tents, our tent had a few feet away from the other tents.Yohan was quiet next to me, already I could tell he was thinking about what might happen to me once we do get inside. The tent was small. Sure, there would still be enough space that we could sleep and still have a safe distance between us. Except, I feel like this is the only tim
To err is human, to forgive, divine.✾“She had always thought me that I shouldn’t rely too much on anyone,” I bite my lip, looking up at him from under my lashes. Yohan was quiet, he didn’t comment and just continued listening to me. Nodding ever so often whenever I stop talking just so he could take in the things I’m saying. So far, he still hadn’t pushed me away. I could take that as a good sign, couldn’t I? “And well…it’s no secret that I was different, the bad different when I had been at the academe.”Yohan rubbed his cheek to mine, “You’ve changed, Amara. For the better.”“I guess,” Sighing, I lean more into him. He was trailing his fingers along my spine and I appreciated it. It made me calm. “From what I could remember, we were out at the market then. That was the very first time that I went outside the gates. Every
Real intimacy is a sacred experience.✾I push myself up with my elbows.The tent still had his scent lingering somewhere, if he wasn’t next to me, where was he? Frantically, I start rubbing my eyes, glancing around the tent.And then I see him.The first thing I noticed was that Yohan looked like he was in pain. Both his hands were shakily covering his mouth. He was pressing himself against the wall of the tent, his head falling back, his eyes closed. He was shaking all over, goosebumps ran along his arms. He was sweating and groaning softly, his eyebrows furrowed. His scent mingled in the air, making me want to crawl over to him and comfort him.“Yohan?” I ask.He jolted with the sound of my voice. Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks at me, a pained expression on his face. Wiping the sweat that had formed on my forehead, I tilt my head at him with confusion, pushing myself up to a sitting position. H
The past beats inside me like a second heart.✾When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t lying down on Yohan’s chest anymore.When I opened my eyes, my cheek was pressed down on cold tiles. I wasn’t inside the tent. No, I was inside an all too familiar room. The place had been dark, much like it had been in my memories. The only light that made the room somewhat visible was the dim light bulb hanging loosely on the ceiling, as well as the small window that cast the glow of the moon.All around me were mirrors of different shapes and colors. All of them were pointing towards me, my reflection showcasing the same spooked and confused expression that I was probably expressing. My mind knew that I was dreaming, that this wasn’t real. However, it was my body that seemed to have a mind of its own. It felt like I was being controlled.I felt an unbearable heat inside of me. It wasn’t like the heat that I’ve experi
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.✾The cool wind kiss my cheeks and I hug myself, shivering lightly.The nights had gone colder, which meant it really had been long since I’ve gone out of the gates. We were nearing the mountains, nearing the snow-covered lands that I’ve once read in my books. Breathing out through my mouth, I see white smoke right in front of me, as my warm breath mix and mingles with the cool night air.My eye falls on all the campers here. They had been battling the cold far longer than I did. How had they managed to survive? The tents didn’t offer any type of blankets. Had they adapted?