Mel stood at the edge of her bed, her heart hammering in her chest as she listened to the soft trickling of water from the bathing chamber. Her husband was in there, sitting in the large wooden bathtub, and probably running his large hands through his wet matted hair from the sound of it. It had shocked her the moment this idea came to her head, and it had equally surprised her just how alluring it was listening to the dripping water and imagining Bjorn's huge frame in the basin taking up most of the space.
Mel took off her night robe and neatly folded it on the bed, crossing her arms across her bosom as a fluttering wave flourished from the base of her stomach. If this were her room back at home, there would be a mirror she could look into to affirm she appeared alright. Mel shook her head. What was she thinking? This was her home now…She tiptoed to the door and stopped, her chest swarming with a strange feeling. What would Bjorn think of her? How would he react? He had mostly been ignoring her but this was a last ditch attempt on her part. Her heart would literally shatter if he were to reject her again."Just wait a few more years.""I am busy.""You're too young to carry our children."His subtle rejection had come in a number of ways, and at other times, while he didn't ignore her, he didn't pay much attention either. She tightened her hold around herself. Maybe she wouldn't be this lonely if she had a child of her own. Then again… she couldn't explain the way Bjorn looked at her. She had felt it many times recently and had ended up catching him only for the man to frown and look away.Asking Bjorn if he had a problem with her had proved effortless. The least she could do at this point was figure out if she repulsed him in some way.Hesitant, she raised a hand to the door. What would she do? Would she just walk in there? Her mother had told her about the deed but she had never seen a man's full nudity before. Mel prayed the water was enough to cover his lower half, and summoning the last bit of courage she had, she pushed open the door and slipped inside.She immediately made the measly effort of covering her privates as she sauntered into the bathing chamber. Bjorn froze, his hands in his hair as he visibly stiffened at her entry. His eyes widened, questioning what she was up to."You've cleaned yourself already," he spoke, his voice unusually gruff.Mel dipped a leg into the large basin, her pulse racing as her heart slammed against the confines of her chest. She didn't know how, but her body seemed to be moving on its own and it was as if she could do little to control it."No, I didn't," she answered softly, surprised at her blatant lie.He knew she was lying too, but what would he do about it?Mel slipped into the water. It sloshed around her stomach and rose to her chest as she raised her knees in the confined space and clutched them. In a mere second, she leaned back against the muscled wall of his chest. All his muscles tightened and Mel stilled as she felt the heat emanating from all of them. Whether it was the steaming water or his thick skin, she couldn't precisely tell, but she could clearly feel the strange sensation that rolled off his body in waves."Bjorn?" She raised her head to look up at him when two strong hands circled her, nearly crushing her into his simmering frame.Mel nearly jumped out of her skin as the length of his member grazed her lower back. Bjorn buried his face in her neck breathed against her, sending shivers that coursed the length of her skin that raced all the way down to her toes.Her voice quivered. Excitement, fear, or uncertainty, she couldn't tell which affected her. "Bjor—" She met his eyes and her words died in her throat.Bjorn's steadied gaze bore into hers, and Mel's heart beat quickened as the severity of his previous words dawned upon her."The moment I touch you, you will break."A dark figure flashed past the long unwinding hall of the castle, followed by two others in swift pursuit. Mel laughed, her dark hair flowing as she ran around a corner, dodging past stunned servants and eyeing several doors alongside each wall to find an escape route that would lead to an eventual hiding place."Young Mistress!" came the exhausted cries behind her but she ignored them.The stairs came into view and Mel rushed downstairs, leaving a huge gap between herself and her chamber maidens. More servants darted out of the way, not at all surprised by Mel's carefree attitude. Her chamber maidens chasing after her had become a routine the young lady of the castle was fond of, and what good would it do to help them when the young woman was an exceedingly fast runner.Mel found a door and pushed at it, slipping into a bright room and closing the door shut behind her. She turned around and listened closely with her ear pressed against it, her heart hammering in her chest. Soon enoug
"She may not agree. I can't—"Her brother, Anton, cut in, "You never put her consideration into this matter when you offered her to the Orions. Now that they need their dept repaid, why are you hesitating?""We just need time… persuade her."Anton scoffed. Mel could imagine him flinging a hand at the air, one of his annoying gestures. "Persuade? I know what you're thinking, old mad! She's passing twenty-two soon. Which man here in the kingdom would be interested in wedding a woman past her prime? Drag this out any further and not only might we incur their wrath, but your daughter would also be unable to find a suitable spouse for the rest of her life!"Mel stepped away from the doors silently, dumbfounded as she tried to process the ongoing conversation. What did all of this mean? She had lived most of her life in the castle and its surroundings. It hadn't dawned on her that there was a certain age girls were supposed to be wed. Was that why all of her friends were with husbands? From
"Choice? No choice?" Mel froze. There was something about her brother's demeanour that rooted her to the spot. "Please, at least tell me so I can understand," she whispered.Anton's jaw shifted as he ground his teeth. He cast a quick glance around the chamber.Mel swallowed the lump in her throat and let go of Anton. Taking a step back, she turned around to face the busy servants and she clapped her hands twice, catching their attention. "Excuse us."At her words, the maid stopped what they were doing and scrambled out of the chamber, shutting the heavy doors behind them and leaving the two siblings alone.Mel crossed her arms across her chest and shifted on her feet, eyeing Anton in expectation. "Go on." She nudged her shoulder in his direction. "Speak!""We received a missive from the North, the Orions." He watched her, monitoring her pensive mood closely. "When, Anton, when?" Mel pressed, digging her nails through the sleeves of her light dress into the flesh of her arms. Anton's
"You all must not like me much for me to be hearing of this just now."Harriett started, nearly jumping out of her own skin. "No. No. That isn't true. I… I didn't want you to worry—""Well done, you've achieved what you wanted. Now I'm set to leave, unprepared for what I'm to expect. You must be happy now.""Mel—""Just leave. I don't want to talk to anyone." Mel turned away, giving her mother the cold shoulder.Harriett remained standing still, devastated. Her lips quivered once more and she covered her lips with a thin hand. "I understand."Mel watched her mother leave the room and her heart sank. She remained sitting in a daze, staring off into space as more servants came in scuttling about and running in and out of her dressing room with folds of fabrics in hand as they packed her things and set out the garments she was to wear."My lady," Anna, the older of her two chambermaids whispered at Mel's ear, snapping the young woman out of her reverie.Mel looked around the mess that wa
The Sprite kingdom was the only nation in the whole realm with people born without a connection to spirit animals. They were more in tune with nature itself rather than the beasts of nature. Their lands were the most fertile out of all lands in the realm and the Sprite kingdom was not just the largest nation, it was among the most powerful. They were very good gardeners, and a variety of plantations grew bountifully on their lands.Just like other nations, there were several regions or clans within, which were headed by a clan leader each. The only thing that other nations had was their ability to use attributes belonging to powerful creatures. These were their spirit connections. The strongest clans with the tightest spirit connection were able to transform into their creatures, partially or fully. This, however, didn't stop Sprite from being one of the reigning nations, as they had control over plant life, and this was something the strongest Sprite clans could manipulate at their f
Eustace had apparently turned out to be Mel's mother-in-law and this panicked her to some extent. But the old woman's good graces, soft countenance, and charisma set Mel and her whole family at ease. Although her brother, Enmel, was somewhat aloof, he didn't have much of a presence. The castle received the guests from Orion with morbid curiosity. While Eustace and Enmel were tall and slender-figured, some of the Orions that came to rest in the castle were huge.This left Mel questioning what her husband would look like, but she was too shy to ask the old woman, and Eustace didn't say much about her son. The reason they had taken such a long time to get in contact with Urn in regards to the union was that they had encountered a few inconveniences on their end. That aside from the fact that some of their men had to go deep into the woods to hunt for rare creatures and materials that only appeared during a certain time frame within the span of every few decades.Eustace apologized for t
Mel groggily woke up, her head slightly aching. She shifted on the cushioned surface and slowly opened her heavy eyes.She surveyed her surroundings and realised she had been covered with a blanket while sleeping. Her head was apparently resting on Anna's lap too. She looked up at the sleeping face of her servant and immediately sat up, worried the woman's laps would be sore by now. Anna kept on sleeping, and Mel surveyed the room once more. Eustace was nowhere to be seen and Mel properly sat up, leaning back against the divan. She took off the blanket and wrapped it around Anna.Mel's throat itched and her mouth felt dry. She made her way to the door, about to open it and ask for water when it vibrated with a soft knock and was pushed open."Oh." She stepped back with a start as Enmel stood before her.Her future uncle-in-law regarded her with his usual stoic expression. He closed his eyes and gave Mel a short nod. "My apologies for barging in," he said, his voice low and deep. The
For a swift moment, Eustace was dazed, taken aback by the question. Mel couldn't fail to notice it and she paled, wondering if she had offended the woman.Eustace immediately shook her head, an odd expression Mel couldn't place on her features. Whether it was pity, relief, or surprise, the young woman couldn't tell."I don't know if I should be pleased or relieved about the fact that you do not know the answer to that question," Eustace eventually said. Mel relaxed a bit, but still puzzled, she asked, "What do you mean?" "Mel. I am afraid I am not in a position to answer that. Even if I did, I am not certain I would still tell you." She took Mel's hand in her slightly wrinkled one and gave her a soft, gentle squeeze. "It is not a mental burden you should carry. Just know that we won't blame you for the sins of your father."Mel watched Eustace's hand. "But I am… I could have married someone else…" Eustace sighed and averted her gaze. "It saddens me but you're right. My brother and