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Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath it.
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Abella, daughter of the High Lord of Spring is called the life of spring in her court. She is beloved by her people, and cherished by her family. She grew up silently lear...
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Abella
I sat down at the table laughing at a comment Lucien had made about this morning's fight. I stole a look over to Nyx expecting to see embarrassment about losing to me but instead he wore a small smile, that made my heart flutter.
Over the past week the tensions between our courts had eased. It started off with an tension so thick that at times I felt like I was being strangled by it but now as we all gathered around the table there was only a slight awkwardness between the lulls of conversation, and the occasional dig between the two high lords.
I turned my attention to my dad as he cleared his throat.
"I received word last night that Tarquin will be joining us for the Flower festival, this evening and tomorrow." My dad said his eyes meeting my own.
"Today?" I asked my eyes narrowing at him. My mind started to swirl with anxieties, I hadn't had the chance to look in the mirror since our fight. What happens if he left a mark on my face? There was also the fact that the dress I was planning on wearing was more casual than I would have liked.
"Yes." He shifted in his chair underneath my gaze.
"How many hours do I have to prepare."
"A few." My anger started to boil over as I realized how rushed I would have to be in order to prepare for Tarquins arrival.
"And you let me fight knowing this?"
"I was too entertained by the fight, Tarquins arrival slipped my mind." Tamlin said as he glanced at me hesitantly.
"How convenient." I muttered and rose from my seat, slowly making my way over to him. The whole table was silent except for Lucien's snickering, I glared at him. "But you know that I require more than a few hours to prepare for my betrothed! I do not even have a dress to wear!"
"You already have a dress chosen for the flower festival." He said hoping to escape my anger. "And you are the prettiest flower of spring. He would be in awe of you, if he walked through the doors right now."
"I suppose you are right father." I sweetly, probably to sweetly, said and placed a kiss on his cheek. I didn't have time to argue with him over not telling me about Tarquin sooner. "I hope everyone will excuse my absence for breakfast."
I quickly left the dinning room and called for Daniella to come help me prepare for the ball.
3rd person pov
With that Abella left the room to prepare for the unexpected arrival. Across the table Nyx was far past the feelings of anger. He wanted to engulf the whole court with his powers, wanted to tear apart the summer court, and their stupid High Lord. Nyx loathed the way Abella referred to him as betrothed, the sound of it on her lips was worse than any insult he had been told. He hoped that she wouldn't marry him soon, hoped that if she did, she at least didn't love him. The remainder of breakfast was spent in an awkward silence.
