ARNOLDAs I stand at the window of my given chambers, gazing out at the kingdom I've sworn to protect, a heavy weight settles in my chest. The spreading illness, the fear in my people, and the thought of Hazel's safety weigh heavily on my mind. I know I cannot stand idly by any longer. With a deep breath, I make the difficult decision to return to my kingdom.The journey back is fraught with worry and anticipation. I wrestle with my thoughts as I leave, but deep down, I know it's the right choice. Hazel needs me, and Ethan cannot face this crisis alone. And to be honest, neither can I. Once I get home, I take in a deep breath and the familiarity of the palace grounds brings a bittersweet comfort, only, there is no time for sentimentality. I find Ethan in my study, poring over maps and scrolls with a furrowed brow. "Ethan." I say, my voice betraying my anxiety. "We need to talk." He looks up, his expression going from shock to excitement as he hugs me and asks me about everything
HAZELEver since Arnold returned to the palace, our days have been a whirlwind of worry and uncertainty. Arnold and Ethan work tirelessly to find a cure for the sickness plaguing our kingdom, and I do everything I can to support them. We spend our days poring over scrolls and consulting with experts, but despite our best efforts, the sickness continues to spread unchecked. Arnold and Ethan may be kings, but they are also my mates, and I cannot stand by and watch as they shoulder the burden alone. The only thing I can do is to try my best to take care of them, and making sure the cooks make their favorite meals and making sure they get enough rest. In return, they do the same for me, offering words of encouragement and comfort when I need them most, and giving me routine massages. But no matter how hard we try to maintain a sense of normalcy, the weight of the situation hangs heavy over us. Some nights, when the palace is quiet and the weight of the world feels too much to bear, I ca
HAZELThe air in the Kingdom is heavy with despair. It's as if the very clouds overhead have been burdened with the weight of impending loss. We're all gathered around one of our own, someone who's become more than just a comrade he's family. His labored breaths echo through the room, each one a reminder of our powerlessness in the face of sickness. I watch Ethan and Arnold, their usually steadfast demeanor faltering under the weight of the inevitable. Their eyes which are usually bright with determination, are now dimmed with sorrow. He's already preparing for the worst, making arrangements for a funeral that feels far too premature. We have exhausted every avenue in search of a cure, turning over every stone in desperation. Yet, the sickness persists, relentless in its grip on our friend. It's a cruel reminder of our vulnerability, of how even the strongest among us can be brought to their knees by forces beyond our control. But amidst the despair, there's a flicker of hope, howe
HAZELI don’t think that I’ve ever been this down in my life, not even when I got bullied by Cathy, Gwen, Francesca and the rest of the maids I was working with. Not even when I was still working as a maid and the entire town hated me to the point that I almost got sold and the person who saved me did so because he was afraid of my mates. Seeing your mates in pain is a whole different kind of torture that I would never wish on everyone, and it all boils down to the feeling of uselessness. Because as their mate, I want to help them, but I cannot. Not in the way that they need now, at least. The people who can help them have tried their best, so what can I do about it? I’m on the roof, and this time I’ve taken the bold step of sitting on the edge. If I ever got married to any of my mates, or to the two of them, I would become the queen of two kingdoms. But I’ve not even done anything deserving of that kind of title, and not only that, what is a queen to an empty kingdom? The kings ar
HAZEL Ethan takes me in to my quarters and starts asking questions immediately. “What just happened out there? What did you do?” Ethan asks, the surprise obvious in his eyes. “What did I do?” I ask him, and he sighs. “This is not the time for humility. This is a widespread disease that has been taking lives for a while, and as far as I know, you’re not acquainted with medicine or pharmacy. Not even nursing!” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know, I’m just confused.” “If I were to tell you how I got the antidote, you wouldn’t believe me.” I tell him with a grin on my face. He looks discombobulated, and he just laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m just finding this difficult to process. How?” Ethan asks, and I shrug. “Let’s hope that the beta of the kingdom wakes up as soon as possible. His was the worst case, and I spilled a lot of it on the sides of his face and his shirt, so I’m not sure about how much got into his mouth.” I shake my head, not believi
ETHANAs the days crawl by, each moment weighed down by the heaviness of despair and uncertainty, I find myself caught in a relentless cycle of agony and torment. It feels like I'm drowning in a sea of darkness, unable to find even a glimmer of light to guide me through the shadows.I never imagined my life would come to this, trapped within the confines of a prison cell, surrounded by walls that seem to close in on me with each passing day. The air is heavy with the stench of despair, and the silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional echo of footsteps in the corridor outside. Hazel is like a beacon of light in the darkness, her strength and determination shining through even in the bleakest of moments. "Ethan, are you okay?" She asks, her voice filled with genuine concern. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers, and I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence in my life. In spite of everything we've been through, she remains steadfast in her support, a
HAZELI jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat dampening my skin despite the chilly night air. Another dream. But this one... this one was different. It was more intense, more vivid, and a shiver runs down my spine as I try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that still cling to my consciousness like cobwebs. I sit up in bed, the darkness pressing in around me like a suffocating cloak. The room feels strangely oppressive, as if the very walls are closing in on me. I reach for the lamp beside my bed, fingers fumbling in the darkness until I finally manage to switch it on. The soft light casts eerie shadows on the walls, and for a moment, I can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone still. But I push the thought aside, chiding myself for being so paranoid. It was just a dream, I remind myself. Just a dream. But try as I might, I can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers like a bad taste in my mouth. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that it's hard to belie
HAZELThe guards do not bother to respond, their faces stony and impassive as they focus on the road ahead. I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, a sense of dread creeping over me like a suffocating fog. “Please, you have to tell me what's going on!” I plead, desperation seeping into my voice. “I need to know.” Still, the guards remain silent, their silence like a death sentence hanging heavy in the air. I can feel the panic rising within me, threatening to consume me whole. Something is wrong somewhere. Suddenly, the carriage lurches to a halt, throwing me forward against the hard wooden seat with a sharp cry of pain. Before I can even gather my wits, the door is wrenched open and two masked figures loom in the doorway, their faces masked by shadows. “Come with us!” One of them growls, reaching out to grab me roughly by the arm. I try to pull away, to fight back, but they're too strong, too determined. With a yank, they drag me out of the carriage and onto the