Emily’s POVIt was dark when I heard the rustling of keys against the door, I quickly sprang up from where I sat on the floor and I watched his towering figure stride into the, wearing an expression of annoyance that could only be a product of my existence. He stood by the doorway, leaning back to give me space but not stepping further into the room. “Get up” he growled.My stomach flipped over at his gruff tone , but with the way he was standing and the way his eyes were burning into me, it was easy to think this wasn’t really a request for me, it was an order. So I obeyed.He threw a bag I didn't notice he was holding at me before turning and striding toward the couch. “Put those on.” His voice boomed through the room. I took a deep breath before moving into the tiny bathroom that could barely pass as a closet.The sink and mirror were rusty and the porcelain was scratched from years of exposure to water and grime. My reflection looked like shit. A dark bruise spread acros

Emily’s POVIt was a lie. Everything I had believed in had been a lie . That's all this whole world was to me right now. A lie, an abomination, a disgusting thing. Everything. Even the sun seemed to have abandoned its orbit around the planet, the sun that I knew as home with every fibre of my being; and yet here I was in outer space, alone in the cosmos, surrounded by nothingness and light and color and heat. It had to be a trick, there must have been some cosmic joke, but there wasn't, because when you've been through hell and back and survived, there isn't any point in laughing at a joke, not even your own. Not unless you want to live through it all over again a second time. But life had taught me that wasn't how things worked out. I had never laughed before. I didn't really believe there were things beyond death anymore. This wasn't how I imagined meeting my mate, I had thought of fairytales and roses , love and laughter. My mate would be beautiful, bright like sunrises on a spr

Luka’s POVClaire led the girl to where I sat having dinner, the guards stood at a distance and after Claire left, the girl remained fixed on the spot as if she was lost in thought or maybe even dazed from the sudden change of scenery. Her blue eyes were staring at nothing and I could smell her fear from where I sat, she looked like a mouse that had be caught off guard by its own shadow, her hands were trembling in front of her and I could see the sweat dripping down her face like raindrops through an open window.The dress she was wearing wasn't exactly her size, it didn't look bad either , the colour was black. The fabric seemed soft and soft, almost like velvet, the embroidery on the sleeves was of gold thread, but there was something wrong with the garment. “Sit” I told her.She gulped visibly yet not moving an inch.I took a sip from my glass, she stayed rooted to the place. “Sit” I said again. She complied this time, taking slow steps toward the table as she was scared the flo

Emily’s POVI couldn’t remember when I fell asleep after waking up from the nightmare, but a knock on the door woke me up.It was the King and behind him was a maid a different one from yesterday and she was younger almost my age or Avery’s. She held a tray of breakfast, after dropping it off, she hurried away, returning with a pair of dresses in hangers, dropping them off again, she hurried away.“How did you sleep?” He asked when we were finally alone. His tone made it clear that he wasn't asking because he cared, more like he was compelled to.“Good” He nodded understandingly before saying “You should do your thing, I’ll be back when I think you are done.” He stated while pointing at the breakfast, the clothes and what I had know yesterday to be the bathroom.He looked at me intently. No he was looking at whatever Father had left on my face. His eyes moved from face to my neck over and over again. My hair was behind me and I had forgotten about the marks around it. He moved closer

Emily’s POVIt wasn't long before I knew people didn't like me, the maids would snicker whenever they saw me around, and even those who hadn't disliked me at first, now seemed to be treating me differently. They wouldn't look at me like I was even worth a grain of rice and if they caught me looking at them, they were quick to turn away and act as though I hadn't been there before, or else. I had become so used to it by now, that sometimes my body just moved on autopilot, and I could barely keep track of what was happening. It was officially a week since I got here and after the incident, the King hadn't approached me and I was fine with us staying out of each other’s way.But I needed to leave this place, everything was driving me crazy.I had taken a walk in the garden and surprisingly, no one stopped me but I could swear the guards were paying attention more than they should have been. It was getting ridiculous I couldn't wait until I was free. Maybe then, something would go r