.........Evaki .........I eventually calm down, and Tory helps me get ready. When I’m done, we head to her room so she can get ready, too. She and Anton also don’t share a room. I was surprised to find out that Tory is a royal. I never knew that. She told me her father is a prince, but he never wanted that life. So, he moved halfway across the world. Tory's grandfather died when her father was still very young, but unlike Paris’s father, who took over even though still young, her father gave the throne to his uncle to hold for him. Tory said as he grew older, he realized that was not the kind of life he desired, and decided to not ascend to the throne. His family cut him off because of that, and he has never gone back since. I also found out that Anton is not Paris’s biological brother but was adopted. His father was the king who tried to kill Paris’s father. I was shocked, and when the shock wore off, I felt sad for Anton. Knowing your father was a traitor cannot be easy. We hea
............................Author’s POV................................................................................At the Wizard’s Mansion....................................................Kyro's room is eerily silent as the moon shines through the window, casting an eerie glow on the figure shrouded in darkness standing over him. Driviar is surrounded by a thick cloud of black smoke, which seems to move and swirl with a life of its own as he stares at a sleeping Kyro while dressed in a hooded cloak that covers his face. He raises the knife, his dark robes blending in with the shadows as his piercing eyes glow a bright red, illuminating the room. But at that moment, Kyro's breathing changes, and Driviar's confliction paralyzes him, causing him to vanish through the wall, leaving the room empty in a flash. He storms onto his rooftop, his frustration palpable. His indecisiveness and the king's unexpected visit have thrown everything off balance, and he can feel the anger b
..........Kyros .........."What is this?" I whisper, taking an involuntary step back, noticing it's doing the same thing I am. I raise my hands, and it does the same."It’s you; it’s your other face. A wizard never reveals his true identity," Driviar says, causing me to look at him, and he tells me to go inside the mirror again. I do, and I end up in the same position, but the reflection has changed. It's still not mine, but it's not the same as the last one. "One face is for the outside world. So you will wear it when you leave the house, and the other you will wear inside the house. Your real face you will only wear when no one is looking, which means in the privacy of your room," he says before asking if I understand, and I nod, a bit creeped out by all this. Now I know how he looked like someone else when I arrived here. "Wait! Is this your real face or your indoor face?" I ask, causing his face to stretch into a smirk. "Have you forgotten your first lesson already? A wizard
............Kyros ............Driviar stares into my eyes, his eyes piercing through me like a knife, as I desperately try to keep my composure, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice stern and commanding, and a thousand things go through my mind as fear coils me like the demon’s serpent. I need his help; I came all the way and left behind a person I care deeply for to seek it, but I can’t reveal who I am. He’s human and shouldn’t know wolf politics, but then again, he’s a wizard. What if he knows? What if he knows my grandfather’s story? I can’t take that risk. I swallow hard and sit up straight, still holding his gaze, and I tell him who I am."Kyros Argo, son of Andro Konstantinos. My father never knew his father, so I don’t know who my grandfather was," I respond, and he stared at me silently for a moment, making my heart accelerate even more. But I let out a silent breath of relief when he asks why I’m here, taking that to mean he believes me. I
..........Paris..........We get to our feet after the council tells us we are to reconvene in an hour. For now, we are asked to head to the dining hall for dinner. I hope it truly is an hour because I’m sick of being here. We start heading toward the door but stop when Dimitris asks the council if he may add something. My father and I just re-entered the hall; he was here with the council. They tell him he may, and Father and I share a look, wondering what he’s trying to do. He probably wants to add more reasons why marrying Evaki will bring death to our species. "I understand the council’s traditions and concerns, but I implore you again to consider that the gods' ways are not always understood, as I’m sure you all know. By granting this union, you will not only be setting our Prince’s heart free, but you will be setting the kingdoms free. What we did all those years ago was wrong, and it’s only fair that we try to make amends because I fear what will happen if we don’t. The crim
.......Eva .......A noise that sounds like the bedroom door opening causes me to raise my head. I try to listen, but my head is too heavy with sleep, and it falls back on the pillow again. I turn to my side, drifting off to sleep, but just as I give in, I hear the sound again, and this time it’s louder, causing my eyes to flutter open. A figure suddenly walks up to the bed while I sit upright, trying to concentrate in the pitch-black room, and I scramble for the bedside lights on the verge of screaming. But just then, Paris says, "It's him," and I immediately feel a wave of comfort before my heartbeat picks back up with excitement.I spring out of bed and run to him as he places his jacket on the armchair, and I throw myself in his arms. It’s only been one day, but I’ve missed him so much already. "I missed you so much," he whispers, firmly cupping my face when we pull back from the hug, and I tell him I missed him too but don’t get to finish as he captures my lips in a fiery kiss
.........Evaki .........I slowly open my eyes, greeted by the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, and a smile spreads across my face as I snuggle deeper into the soft covers, feeling relaxed and content. But just then, memories of last night come flooding back. I abruptly sit up, realizing I’ve got my sleeping shirt on and that I don’t feel anything. Did he dress me? I wonder, peeking under the sheets to make sure, my face still in a frown, also realizing I'm not feeling any discomfort. Paris was too big for me. I expected to wake up sore this morning, but I'm not. My wetness and my panties that are off are the only reminders of what happened last night. "Oh, my God!" I whisper, clamping a hand over my mouth, as the magnitude of what we've done sinks in. Just then, a sweet smell wafts into the room, and I look up to be greeted with the heart-melting smile that always makes my heart skip several beats, no matter how anxious I feel. "Good morning, sleepyhead,"
.........Evaki ........."You’re not spending the night with me tonight?" I ask Paris on the phone. Despite being told we couldn’t spend nights together, we've done so every night when Paris is here. It's been nine months since I moved into the palace, and I'm finished with my training, or I at least know what's expected of me since the queen says we don't stop learning until we're dead. Sweat and tears were shared in these past nine months, but Paris’s parents, Tory, Antonis, and Stefania, have all been there for me. Stefania and I have gotten close as well. Two months after our lunch meeting, I was invited to my first event as a guest speaker. I was a nervous wreck, and Paris had other responsibilities he couldn’t neglect. So, when he wanted to cancel, I stopped him and said I had it under control, even though I didn’t. Tory was not here, and Anton was with Paris. It was the queen and I attending the event, and I couldn’t fall apart in front of her and look weak, not if I still