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My Only Love

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The names Byohr, Phrixa, Fulgr are from a name generator. The name Myca (Mike-ah) is made up by me.

Word count: 1680
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It's cold; everything around me is snow, frigid wind and ice. Nothing moves or lives in my sight, and the air I breathe chills my nose and dries my throat.

My face, exposed to gusts of wind and plumes of icicles, isn't spared, paling as blood retreats to my core. My fingers freeze inside my gloves, and my feet grow numb, painfully moving inside my boots.

"And to think he enjoys this type of weather." I blink, fluttering a few snowflakes from my eyelashes, when a voice calls.

"Myca, my love, why are you out in this storm?" I turn, facing the towering man at the balcony door.

"Fulgr. I was curious," I say, taking small steps toward him. He ushers me inside, locking the doors behind me. Instantly, my face flushes with warmth, and my hands burn, allowing heat to return to my skin. Before I can ask, I'm swept off my feet and sat on a chair. He pulls off my wet cloak and removes my equally drenched boots. A large blanket falls onto my lap, trapping the little heat my shivering body produces.

"Next time, appease your curiosity when I'm nearby," he sighs.

"I'll keep that in mind. When did you return?"

"A few minutes ago," he replies, wrapping more blankets around me. When he secures the last one, only my face is visible. He sits at my feet and rests his head on my lap. I assume he does. I can't move to see for myself.

"Is there anything I should know?" I ask him. He hums, pulling a small envelope from his pocket. I frown. I recognize that seal.

"No."

"At least read it."

"No."

"Then I shall read it for you."

I groan, wanting to escape but realize I'm trapped. Between the blankets tied around me and Fulgr blocking the way, I wasn't going anywhere.

"You planned this."

"Possibly," he smirked. "I was in luck to find you outside. It was the perfect excuse to bundle you up."

I roll my eyes. "Well?"

"Your father expects you," he recounts. "He didn't specify the reason but did mention it was urgent."

"Centuries after throwing me out, he wants to talk?" I scowl. "How darling of him to reach out."

"I'm sorry to dampen your mood." Fulgr raises his head, locking his eyes with mine. I could look at them forever.

Mahogany.

"Myca? Myca, my love, do you feel unwell?"

I shake my head, wriggling out from the blankets surrounding me. "I'm fine. What did you say?"

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Please. You're the only one stopping me from ripping his head off."

"I can't make such a promise, but I will put in my best efforts."

If it weren't for the shit-eating grin on his face, I would've thought he was serious. And to be fair, he would stop me if I went too far, but the chances of him turning a blind eye are just as great.

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When it was time to leave, I was thankful Fulgr was proficient enough to transport us there. Carriage rides are unmistakably enjoyable, but carriage rides in three feet of snow were another type of horrendous.