Book 2 of: Whispers Of Desires.
In the kingdoms of Niameda, Althea, and Ivamis, trade ships are mysteriously vanishing without a trace. When Kazi, the General of Niameda, risks her life to save the King of Althea from an assassination attempt, he of...
Frustration bubbled through Kazi as she followed Azrael through the palace garden. What could possibly be so urgent that he would interrupt their meeting like this? And why did he seem so angry? It was unlike him.
"Your Highness," Kazi began, slowing her pace to match his. "What is it that you need my help with?"
Azrael continued walking ignoring her question. "Your Highness if this is not urgent, I have a guest—"
Azrael stopped abruptly, spinning to face her. "You mean to tell me, your "guest" is more important than me?" His voice was cold, hard.
Kazi blinked, taken aback by his anger. "Of course not, Your Highness," she said carefully. "But I was in the middle of something important with my friend Ren. I am sure whatever It is can wait."
Azrael narrowed his eyes, his gaze dropping to the bandage peeking out from beneath her shirt. "That injury," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Is it healed?"
"It is...healing," Kazi said carefully, trying to understand Azrael's mood. "There is a scar, though."
The air crackled with unspoken tension as their eyes locked. Azrael's gaze made Kazi's heart race. His jaw clenched, as if he was struggling to contain a torrent of emotions. Then, just as quickly, the spark in his eyes died, replaced by a cold detachment. He took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself, before speaking.
He turned away abruptly, his voice cold and distant. "See to it that it heals properly, K," he said.
Without another word, he walked away leaving Kazi standing alone in the garden.
Kazi stared after him, her heart pounding with confusion. What had just happened? Why was he acting so strange? And why, was her heart still racing? A wave of heat flushed over her cheeks, confusing her further. She had not felt this way...around anyone...ever.
"There is definitely something wrong with me," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe I took a harder hit from that changeling than I thought." Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, she decided to seek out Nia and the royal physician. She needed to ensure this sudden flutter in her chest was not a symptom of some lingering injury.
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Azrael slammed the heavy oak door of his chambers shut, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent palace. His heart raced as he struggled to calm his racing thoughts. He ripped off his white linen shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Heat radiated from his body, a combination of anger and a confusing surge of something else – something he couldn't quite define.
How could this be happening? He, Azrael, the second prince of Althea, one of the most powerful kingdoms – was falling for a man....
Althea was accepting but he couldn't like a man. He couldn't love a man. He was an ethereal being and yet...his heart raced every time he saw 'him'. His stomach fluttered and his cheeks burned. It did not make sense. He had always been so confident, so sure of himself. But this...this was different.
