A Love From A Different World

Chapter 121

Hello everyone. Yes, I know, it has been a very long time since I last updated, and for that, I am deeply sorry. My life became very difficult and unexpected in the last few months, and for reasons out of my control, it led me to be unable to update and post. Now that the dust has more or less settled, I hope to be back for weekly updates. Please note that my other story has also been updated with a new chapter. I look forward to hearing from you guys. Comment, share, and leaves kudos. As always, enjoy and happy reading.

Haloham

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The gardens were extravagant in a gaudy way, with a sickening abundance of roses whose scent was perfuming the air.

It suited the High Lord, though, which was apparent enough at Aelin's first meeting with the male.

Beron was standing near a fountain, his face etched with disappointment. There was another male with him, his back towards her. Tall, broad, blond.

She was not exactly hidden, though she was a safe distance away from them and they were by far much too distracted to notice her.

With her fae ears, she was able to pick up some of their seemingly secret discussion.

"...send them-"

"To their death?"

"You have no choice..."

"I won't do it-"

"He'll kill-"

"He needs me-"

"Don't flatter yourself...came to you in good faith...court..."

There was a mocking laugh emitted from the blond male. "Good faith? What a load of bullshit...Jurian..."

Oh, how very, very interesting.

Though the assassin wanted to very much continue with her eavesdropping, she felt an eerie sense that she was being watched. And anyone who was looking would find it rather suspicious of her lurking in the shadows.

Knowing that her disguise had remained on her face, Aelin advanced, allowing her presence to be felt just slightly.

Their riveting conversation was abruptly cut off when the other mysterious male stiffened. He lifted his head and tilted it to the side, hands clenched. "Someone's here."

Beron hardy looked concerned and simply stated; "No one's-"

"Fa-father?"

The High Lord turned towards her. And for a second his eyes flashed with anger before settling on her. Then they softened. He opened his mouth but did not utter a word as his companion repeated with shock, "Father?"

Finally, the male turned. A strikingly handsome face greeted her. Though he seemed no more than a few years older than her, Aelin knew that he must be centuries older than that. His tanned skin and warrior built felt strangely familiar. As did that golden mane.

She felt winded, and out of place. The assassin could hardly breathe when he turned.

The only sound she was able to emit was a choked, "Aedion?"