Zane | ✔︎

Chapter Thirty-Eight | Pier's million deaths.

"She's calling me.
She's calling me, little Azalea.

I do not want to leave you, I can't leave you with him alive.

You look so beautiful when you sleep, I wish you sleep like this for the rest of your life. Away from him, away from them all.

That's the thing about you, my baby. You are a part of Luna, a part of her divine plan. 

A part of something beyond us all that no one can understand but our true ruler, our Lydo.

Even if you couldn't be the fruit of my womb, you were bore by a woman far holier than any other mother. 

I miss her.

I miss my Priestess so much.

I miss my Ori.

I wish I could bring her to you.
I wish you could've met your mother before the sky took her, before your destiny would reach you painfully.

I wish you could've met the woman you bore you for uniting with our Lydorius again. 

You'd have a mate.

You'd have a man all for yourself.

You'd have a God be your mate.

Something that I was destined to have, too.

Even my mate was a God. 

Even I, was meant to be a Goddess by your side. He was so beautiful. He was so perfect.

He was the real Alpha of the King's clan, my Luca King. My man.

He never admitted it to me once he saw me, I was too young for him, I was too innocent. But I knew he loved me dearly, I knew he was waiting for me to come of age.

Yet he left me to live alone. Without him. He passed heaven without me. He allowed his disease to win over him.

And here I am, confined to his family.

For the following progeny to the throne, the man in my nightmares was never my mate, but only a brother of a monster who implanted himself inside me to start the age of destruction again.

I am a mother yet my son doesn't recognise me.

I am a wife yet my husband doesn't cherish me.

I am a woman yet I can't bring myself to feel like one.

But with you, I am everything.

I am recognised, cherished, alive. I feel like a woman. I feel like yes, I am Veera. 

And it is only time when Lydorius finds you.

I hope he finds you soon, little Azalea. 

I hope he finds you when you need him the most.

I hope you remember everything with him.

I hope you remember what you were born for.

Always respect your name.

Always respect the name that I have given you, for the name of Beda would've already killed you the night you were born. 

People are after Beda, but they won't be after Azalea.

Respect the shield a flower had given you when you were born.

Because when you came into my life, everything bloomed."

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"Normally, it wouldn't be our business to narrate something like this to you," Nyx hesitated at first, her stature appearing all the more cautious, sitting down on the ground near the cave's pond with crossed legs, silently making Azalea follow her.