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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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Training with the bone carver was worse than I imagined.
When he first showed up at the spring court, he disguised himself as me and walked through the halls of my castle, telling people very embarrassing things. I had all of my maids and family showing up in my room asking if I was ok. I was beyond confused until he showed up in my room, as I was bathing with a wide grin on his face. I screamed bloody murder and tried to set ground rules. Everyone one of the rules he had agreed too but found a way to break with in the first 24 hours of being in the spring court. One of which he was breaking right now.
"Rule 46." I mumbled turning over in my bed and shutting my eyes tightly, trying my hardest to ignore his presence. "Don't watch me sleep."
I felt the bed dip down as he climbed into my bed and then I felt his hot breath on my head only a few inches away. "Open your eyes." He demanded a slight giggle to his tone.
"No." I groaned, knowing that if he was happy then I wouldn't be.
"Yes." He said and moved away from me. "I have a lesson to teach you."
"Can't it wait until morning." I questioned but slowly peeled my eyes open. He had one rule for me, and it was to never refuse a lesson, and unlike him I hadn't broken it.
Sitting on my bed with a wild smile was the bone carver disguised as Nyx. When he saw my look of horror, he threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.
"You're cruel." I hissed at him but got up from by bed and wrapped a robe around me. "And you're breaking rule 68." Which was not to take the appearance of another but the high fae body we had chosen for him, in order to convince my father to allow him in the court. We has said he was a professor from the day court that was seeking to live in our city. At first I planned on confronting my family on what happened during the birth, I had a right to know the truth they had been keeping from me. But the Bone Carver said not to ask, not until the idea didn't spark an ounce of anger from with inside of me. The fact that I was a goddess was unchangeable and figuring out how it happened didn't matter.
"Mhm If I recall correctly the rule was to take on that form when I was in public." He mused; I rolled my eyes.
"You know when I first imagined working with the Bone Carver a death god, I thought you would be intimidating and menacing. Part of me actually feared for my court!" I scoffed throwing my hands up in annoyance. "But it turns out you are just the biggest pain in my ass." In all honesty at first, I was intimidated by him but after him training me I started to understand his madness just a little bit more.
"Would you like me to be intimidating?" He asked and the air around us stilled, and the night sky grew darker.
"No." I said but didn't take his threat too seriously. "What lesson do you have for me this late at night?"
