POV- Kian
The girl that was supposed to teach me magic was surprisingly young. The way my father spoke about her was as if she was an old, experienced witch who was about to retire or die. But this girl was younger than me. She was a young 16-year-old girl, there was no way in hell she was a "master" of magic.
Her room was cluttered, messy, and oddly calm. She had candles, crystals, and nice leather-bound books everywhere, and even when she snapped at us for looking around, her room was a perfect replica of her character.
If I'm going to be honest, I truly wasn't expecting to think anything of her. But when I saw her, I don't know, she looked exactly how carnations smelled. The floral, slightly spicy scent of cloves and pepper; was perfectly and utterly her.
Even when we told her we were taking her away from her life, her home, her utopia, into the harming and hurtful eyes of the entire dystopian empire we call home, she was beautifully analytical and oddly calming.
Her entire presence was as if she was in charge, a 16-year-old empress, a magician with secrets in every corner of her being.
When she accepted the cruel demand, it somehow felt like she had accepted me. Like I was a little kid again, just wanting approval and she gave it. If I'm going to be honest, I felt giddy. I hadn't felt this way in fucking forever.
However, that excitement stopped the second we got into the carriage.
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Eris was silent.
As if I was a guard taking her to her death, her demeanor was ice cold, the same as an arsonist's or a tyrant's; oddly bitter.
Then, I realized that all she knew about me was that I am just a lowly guard, a soldier at the king's beck and call.
I took off my mask. I don't know why I did it, but I did. I wanted her to know I was on her side, for her to understand that she doesn't have to be perfect, god knows I'm not. We just stared at each other, and... god... I just wanted to know what she was thinking of me. Was I pretty in her eyes? Why? Does she think I'm handsome- I mean- beautiful?
"What?" She said, blissfully unaware of the stress I was under. I made the connection, but painfully too late.
"Shit. Have you ever seen the Princess?"
"Uh, I live in a forest that has four people, so no."
"Oh, fuck sorry I should've guessed that. Also, I thought there were 5, not 4?"
"Well I uh, left, so it's 4 now"
"Damn sorry. Also, by the way, I'm the princess... the one your gonna be teaching"
"OH! That makes much more sense"
"Yeah"
As we slowly arrived at the castle, we laughed at each other for seemingly no reason, but I knew why. We were already closer than we've ever been with anyone else, I could tell by the way her face immediately melted into comfort and friendliness, as opposed to the previous intense stare.
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Carnations- A Story of Love and Hurt
Fantasy--original book-- **WIP** 15-year-old Eris Nephele is taken away from the loving life of her family to teach the princess of the Alchimas empire, Kian Alchah, magic. While she is at the castle, she learns horrifying plans, rules, and overall normali...
