After breakfast, Masha spent some time with Arabella, having nothing else to do. It was truly boring for her.Back there at her father's mansion, she'd have been helping Amber out in the kitchen, go hunting with some of the guards, or ride into the village with Terra. Oh, her days! She missed Terra a lot.When it was noon, she decided to give Arabella some space and fix somethings in the room. Since she'd be travelling with Czar the next day, she needed to get her things ready.As she walked back to the room, she couldn't stop thinking about the trip. Why did their lame tradition have to punish her in such manner? How would she travel next to Czar? It was definitely going to be so difficult.Getting to the room, she walked in and unfortunately found Czar in. Why was he always in lately?He had been scribbling on some scrolls on his working table, but the moment
Masha didn't want the dawn of the next day. As the next morning approached, she kept feeling so nervous about her journey with the Alpha prince, But unfortunately, it could not be avoided.She fidgeted with her fingers as the servants took her bags away, to the hackney-coach which were already waiting outside. It hurt her that it was morning already and she needed to set out on her journey with the prince. Goodness, she was nervous.When the servants took the last of her bag, she took a deep breath as she gave herself one last stare at the wall mirror. Arabella had assisted in glamming her up. She made Masha wear a black chiton dress and brushed her moon shadow-black hair into a fine ponytail. Then, she wore some bracelets on her and added a little color to her cheeks.Masha looked just like the Lady that she was - Lady Masha.Gathering up the courage she needed, she walked out of the roo
Masha had a hard time sleeping off at first, but eventually, she did and it turned out to be a very long night for her.The snorting and nickering of the horses was the first thing that woke her up. She turned and stretched with her eyes still closed on the mat, and when her hands moved freely, it occured to her that Czar was no longer beside her.She cocked her head to have a look and confirmed her thoughts. Then, a sigh left her lips. She had expected it, anyway.She stood up from the mat and made to leave the tent. Taking her first step out, her eyes responsively went close for a few seconds as her warm cheeks felt the thrill of the morning breeze. She loved it, especially the frosty and tree stump smell that came along with it. The view was magnificent as well - fresh leaves that fell to the ground, and the faint sound of the pine tree as they rustled. Masha had always loved nature, and she loved travelin
The sound of hooves echoed against the brick walls as the hackney-coach entered the large compound. The carriage swayed gently along with the rhythmical trots of the horse's hooves, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. Masha thrusted her head out the window to have a peek at the environment. Some stern faces of guards and sullen faces of maidens stared back at her as they walked about the yard. It was a relief to Masha that after two days, they finally arrived at Hagar's palace. She confirmed the strong relationship Czar had with the witches when it hadn't been difficult passing through the gates. Just one look at his face, the guards had granted them passage. The witch's palace was not so bad; It was a beautiful structure of stone and wood, with a peaked roof and towering turrets. Masha beamed a smile at it. Suddenly, a horse rode pass them, the hard sound of the hooves jerked Masha out of thoughts. She looked ahead to see the rider pulling the horse to a stop and clim
Masha was tempted to step out of the carriage for a walk. Sitting in a carriage that wasn't moving was worst than sitting in a moving one - she'd just noticed. Her waist was hurting a lot, she feared she might go nuts if she didn't make a move. However, she tried to stretch her patience for as long as possible, until suddenly, she heard voices from behind the carriage. "The queen wants her. You'll need to excuse us," she heard an unfamiliar voice say. Masha raised her brows in skepticism. Next thing she heard were footsteps drawing closer and her carriage door going open. It revealed two ladies with a cloaked face. "We need you to come with us," they inclined their heads.Masha was unsettled. Why was the queen requesting for her? She had been told it was best for the queen not to see her, so her anger doesn't get worst. How did the queen even get to know she was there? She was tempted to decline the lady's offer and just walk out of there, but considering the fact that she was i
Getting into the tavern, Masha and the maid found a perfect spot to sit, just at the corner of the room. While Czar and the guards took a different seat, a little distant from theirs. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and ale. Raucous sound of laughter filled the air as clienteles swapped stories and joked over drinks, while clanging of metals could be heard as others rose their cups to a toast. It was a little noisy for Masha - crowded and noisy. "You are not comfortable here, are you?" The maid seated next to her suddenly asked, a light smile on her face. Masha simply titled her head."I understand. Unfortunately, this is the best tavern we could find. When we get to the Palace, you can have a proper meal."Just then, a burly man sauntered towards them, his face contorted into a scowl. Masha knew at that instant that he was one of the workers. "What are your orders, miss?" He placed his both hands on their table and asked. He had a protruding tummy and also an o
Czar had been magnated by the noise from the tavern and rushed in to see what was happening. He was flummoxed to find the flagons running out the door, as tho, they were being chased by death. He scanned his eyes around and it didn't take him a second to notice the cynosure of the tavern. He saw three of his guards down on the floor, with the fourth one being held by a certain man. The young man had his fangs going deep into the hollows of his guard's neck. Jaha believed he was a vampire, but when he saw his claws....he grew perplexed. Vampires could never have claws. So, how was the man in front of him having both? Slowly, the truth began to dawn on him. The realization was like a sudden burst of light, illuminating the blank corners of his mind and bringing confirmation to his thoughts. A man with fangs and claws. Only one man in the history of the world has been able to possess such qualities. One man that was a hybrid and regarded as a demon.The thought made Czar's heart clench
Masha was still in tears and was about rising to her feet when a middle-aged man suddenly ran into the tavern with a younger lady beside him. They both looked stunned at the sight before them - so many people dead on the floor. "For Saint's sake!" The aged man muttered, his wrinkled eyes slowly going round the room. Finally, they rested on Masha and Czar. "Is he dead as well?" He inquired, going closer. "N...No. Not yet," Masha shook her head, another tear rolling down her cheek. Getting to Czar's body, the old man crouched and placed two fingers on his neck. "Okay, he's still alive. He needs to be treated as soon as possible, else he'll die."Masha dabbed the tears from her eyes, using her wrist. "I... I know. B...but, where can I get a healer?" She stuttered. She was still shaking with fear but was trying so hard to get herself together. "My father's a healer," the lady in the room answered. Masha thanked Absalom for bringing her helpers so quick. Otherwise, what would she ha