THRYSTANWhile Elaria diligently exchanged her muddy boots, I took it upon myself to shed the sweat-soaked shirt I had worn while dancing in the wind with Daelan. I opted for something more regal, a wardrobe transformation echoing the taste of my father-something he would not just approve but adore.I slipped into a refined ensemble: a cream-colored inner shirt paired with a knee-length black coat adorned with intricate gold trinkets along the edges. The coat, deliberately split open, showcased the inner shirt. A brown belt cinched my waist, complementing the sleek black pants that gracefully met a cleaner pair of boots.Presenting myself in the hallway, I found Elaria standing before the colossal oak doors of the throne room. She fidgeted and twisted, her hand meticulously arranging her hair in the most perfect manner possible."Ease up a bit," I mumble from the shadows, jolting her so much that she drives a punch straight into my gut. Her swift strikes are irritatingly effortless, an
ARWYNDespite Leigh's stern warnings, I couldn't resist the allure of the Wreath. Pete's stronghold over the establishment was undeniable, his ownership extending far beyond just the physical arena. He had a knack for turning violence into profit, and the crowds flocked to witness the spectacle of men grappling and trading blows, each vying to prove their dominance.But the Wreath wasn't just a playground for testosterone-fueled brawls. It was a melting pot of desires and ambitions, where men and women alike sought entertainment, excitement, and sometimes, something more.Women graced the stands alongside men, their presence a testament to the universal appeal of the Wreath's offerings. Some came for the sheer thrill of the spectacle, while others found themselves dragged along by partners eager to partake in the festivities. And then there were those who wandered the shadows, their intentions less noble, seeking pleasure and profit in equal measure.It was a world of excess and indulg
THRYSTAN I struggled to maintain my focus during breakfast the next morning, my thoughts consumed by the mysterious girl I encountered at the Wreath. The one who deftly pilfered Nerys' dagger right under my nose. Was it a calculated move on her part, or simply a spur-of-the-moment decision when she stumbled into my arms?At first, I mistook her for one of the typical women who frequented the Wreath, seeking attention and affection from anyone willing to provide it. But there was something different about her—an air of cunning that set her apart from the rest. She wasn't here for idle flattery; she had a plan, and she executed it flawlessly.I couldn't shake the image of her petite frame pressed against mine, her mischievous grin hinting at secrets yet to be revealed. I can't get the sly wicked thing out of my head."It's quite the spectacle to have you join us for breakfast, but perhaps you could acknowledge our existence," Daelan's whispered remark jolted me from my reverie.I glance
THRYSTAN Attending with a date. The notion sent a shiver down my spine. Who would I bring? It wasn't as if this was the first ball Father had hosted—I'd never felt pressured to find a companion before. Mother gently set her tea cup down, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of expectation and assumption. "Since Sora has returned, I assumed it would be fitting for you to escort her, given your... history together." Elaria's laughter echoed through the drawing room, a mocking counterpoint to my rising frustration. She knew all too well the bitter history between Sora and me, how the letters I found in her drawer to a lover in Quasar broke me and her departure to Quasar had coincided with the unraveling of our once-close bond. Despite my pleas, she had left, leaving behind a trail of betrayal that still stung. "Mother, I don't think that's wise," I interjected, my tone edged with thinly veiled discomfort. I couldn't bear the thought of facing Sora again, not after the wounds she had
THRYSTAN As soon as I was able, I extricated myself from the throng of admirers and made a beeline for Arwyn. Determination burned within me, propelling me forward as I followed her with single-minded focus. She moved with purpose, her steps sure and deliberate, and I matched her stride. Arwyn hurried off to the Infirmary and I follow suit, hot on her tail—I couldn't let her slip away from me again. Not this time. As I entered the Infirmary, the scent of anticeoptic and herbs hit me like a wave, momentarily overwhelming my senses. My eyes scanned the room, searching for her amidst the rows of neatly arranged beds and bustling healers. There she was, standing near the far wall, her back turned to me as she spoke quietly to one of the attendants. Without a second thought, I closed the distance between us, my steps purposeful and determined. "Arwyn," I called out, my voice a low, urgent whisper that cut through the sterile air. Startled, she turned to face me, her eyes widening in
ARWYNLeigh's gaze lingers on the gleaming dagger as I tuck it into my belt, her sapphire eyes betraying her thoughts before she even voices them."I'm guessing a generous merchant didn't just hand that to you," she remarks, adjusting her brown satchel bag across her chest."No, it wasn't a gift," I reply with a smile. "I acquired it."Leigh's expression darkens into a frown. "Arwyn! You're asking for trouble if you go around pilfering from wealthy merchants."Lilith snatches the last slice of bread from the table and nibbles on it, her gaze darting between me and Leigh, eager to witness another spirited exchange between us."He wasn't exactly a merchant," I confess with a sheepish grin. "And he's hardly the type to organize a pursuit over a lost trinket."Leigh raises an eyebrow. "So, you fancy this man then?""What?" I sputter in disbelief at the suggestion. "Fancy him? I don't even know him.""Come off it. It's been four nights since you acquired that dagger, and the first evening
THRYSTANI'm puzzled. Why did she bolt like that? I stand amidst the bustling crowd, her chestnut locks vanishing before my eyes. With a surge of determination, I dash after her into the labyrinth of streets, but she's like a shadow, slipping through the alleys with a grace born of familiarity. She knows these streets better than I do; she's vanished without a trace.Returning to the dress shop in hopes of finding her sister, I'm met with an empty storefront. They've both disappeared, leaving me dumbfounded. I can't believe I've lost her once again. It was out of desperate, I resort to bribery, coaxing Clover into helping me track her down. It felt invasive, I know, but Elaria's warning echoes in my mind, urging me to steer clear of the Wreath and avoid arousing suspicion from Father.Three days passed in agonizing anticipation. I yearned to see her again, but without venturing into the perilous depths of the Wreath, stalking became my only recourse. Two guards snap to attention as I
ARWYNLeigh's frantic energy filled the cramped space as we stumbled into the house, her agitated movements sending her hairband flying onto the worn wooden table."What's going on?" she demanded, her eyes searching mine for answers as I moved to close all the windows, enveloping us in a cocoon of secrecy.I paused, grappling with the weight of my confession, knowing that it could spell trouble for all of us. "It's the man from the store," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "H-He's not just any Wreath boy. He's the Prince."Leigh's eyes widened in horror, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Oh no," she breathed, her voice trembling with fear. "Please tell me he doesn't know about you being a healer. Otherwise, why else would you be in such a panic?"My heart sank as I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "He knows. Pete... Pete pulled me from the heist and put me in the Wreath's infirmary. I used my powers in front of him"Leigh recoiled as if struck, her frus