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The next day arrived slower than Calhoun would have preferred. He and Elena had agreed to search for a restaurant that day, both of them telling old man Porv about their decision. Not that they needed to, but his Elena was too proper and would act any less. His Elena. He couldn't remember when he started calling her that or how comfortable he had grown with the title. He didn't deny it, though. Elena was his, and he would see that she accepted it. He rolled off his bed and started preparing for the day, heading straight for his bathroom. After taking a bath, he donned a simple attire and took extra care of his appearance, something he had never had any interest in doing. But if he wished to woo Elena, he had to look better than any man she would ever come across, even the ethereal he-would-never-admit beauty Forest, for whom he felt the urge to kill as days went by. He combed his long dark locks, parting his hair to the sides, before reconning it and letting it fall back
Calhoun took her to see the owner of the building. They had met when he was going on one of his 'errands.' The man had seen Calhoun as someone who had money, so he offered him his building for a reasonable price. When Elena met the man, Calhoun made the introduction, and a deal was set. It was a swift discussion, and not much took place. Calhoun paused as they were leaving the building, turning to face Elena. "What? Is anything wrong? Did you forget something?" Elena asked, her brows raised in curiosity. "No, no," Calhoun said, shaking his head. "Truth be told, I don't feel like going home. Do you?" He asked, a tinge of hope in his voice. "Well now that you mention it, I would love to see the rest of the town. The ones you have shown me so far are pretty. I wonder what the rest are like." "Yeah," Calhoun said, smiling brightly. "We can go now. And now is even better. I doubt you would have time in the upcoming weeks." "No, I don't think so too," Elena said, n
Elena looked at the visitor who had decided to join their lessons. She had seen the female several times, but not too much that she couldn't count. Usually, the woman was always in the living room reading a book or in the kitchen assisting Old Porv. She also talked with Calhoun's men, as noticed on different occasions. Something about her put Elena's danger signal on high alarm. Her instincts had never been wrong before, wondering why someone so innocent looking like the female would be dangerous. Firoza, as called by the old man, was her name. Having hair as dark as coal and eyes as black as night, she carried an air of innocence so pure, one would feel bad about standing next to her out of fear of tainting her. She had a willow shape, but it didn't hide the curve of her hips and her full chest. Where Elena was light-skinned, she was darker, as if she had been scrubbed with bronze. Her face though sweet, carried an air of mysteriousness, and another thing that Elena noticed
Elena felt like the ground had swallowed her. After the shocking declaration dropped by Calhoun, to say she was shocked would be the biggest understatement of her entire life. Courting... Calhoun wished to court her. Her emotions were a mix of happiness, shock, fear, and suspicion. She has come to know Calhoun in the past weeks, and as she had only a month to train, it would not be long before she started heading home. But suddenly, Calhoun wished to court her. She was happy, delighted that someone was genuinely interested in her, and on the other hand, she was scared and sad that even if she did agree, she wouldn't be able to spend enough time with him. Swallowing a gulp, she asked him why he wanted to court her, his reasons, and why her of all people. "What?" She said, her voice coming out breathless. She innately berated herself for seeming like a dummy. Unfortunately, what she wished to ask wasn't what came out of her mouth. Seeing that she wasn't against his
The final day of training for Elena finally arrived. She had spent the day practicing with Calhoun, Elion, and the old man. She eventually defeated Elion, and Calhoun smiled at her, pride illuminating his features. When they were done with practice, the old man suggested that they celebrate in Elena's restaurant. They all agreed and started to make preparations. Before Calhoun departed, he left Elena with a parting kiss, causing her to lose focus and her mind to scatter in scrambles. She was dazed, and he left smirking, proud, and satisfaction etched on his face. Elena walked back to her room and sat down in her bed. She had a lot of thinking to do. Tomorrow, she and Forest, along with his sister, would depart for the kingdom of Neba. She didn't know what way her relationship with Calhoun was headed. Whenever they tried to talk about it, something always stopped them.Another thing she had to think about was what Firoza told her. Although she didn't let it disturb her, sh
The celebration dinner was very eventful. Elena couldn't remember smiling as much as she had that day. They all had fun, with Forest always looking for a reason to annoy Calhoun and Calhoun's need to constantly attend to Elena, whether she opted for it. Old Porv provided other hints of sword fighting to her, and Elion included her points. Calhoun's men, as usual, wore a stoic expression. Though at times, they could not hide their snicker at the jokes Forest told just to annoy Calhoun. Firoza, on the other hand, was another case. On several occasions, Elena had met her murderous gaze, and instead of gazing back at her to prove that she didn't mean anything, Elena chose not to lock eyes with her. She didn't want anything to ruin her evening. All the while, Calhoun placed his hands on her laps under the table throughout the party, gently caressing her. If his hands were not there, they were at another part of her body. Once she had moved minutely, just a few feet away from him,
"W–What are you doing?" Elena asked, stuttering. "Removing my clothes, of course." Calhoun looked back at Elena with a smirk. "You don't expect me to go to bed with these clothes, do you?" "You're sleeping here?" Elena asked, breathing fast. "We have agreed already on this. I told you that I want to spend much time as I have left with you, and yes, that includes sharing a room with you." He shrugged off his coat, then his inner shirt, leaving only flimsy inner-wear. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, passing her a teasing glance. "N–Nothing!" Elena quickly said, her face flushing red. Calhoun chuckled. "Don't worry. I told you I won't do anything to you. Not anything that you don't want, anyway." He said, teasing her. Elena's face flushed more crimson, and she quickly covered it with her hands. She heard the shrugging of clothes, couldn't stop her curiosity and peeked from between her eyes. She instantly regretted that she had done that. "C-Can'
Darkness, Blood, gore, fire. Wazir's dream would have to be the most intense one he ever had in his whole life. His body felt like it was torched, his temperature above normal. He couldn't open his eyes, was finding it hard to breathe. The choking sounds he was hearing couldn't be him, as he couldn't even open his mouth to make a noise, but then again, he couldn't be sure what was real and what wasn't. What is causing this intense reaction? Why does he feel what he had never thought for a long while? Fear? "Arise seer! A powerful voice boomed, somehow dragging him out from the dangerous space he was in. He opened his eyes and gasped loudly, like a drowned man who suddenly had a breath of air. He took deep breaths, hitting his chest as he tried to calm down. What was that dream? Why did he have it? He looked around, thinking to call for a maid who would attend to him. Instead, he found himself in another room, everything a mixture of colors both blindingly bright and Cringely