𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 | 𝐇𝐏 ʷᵗᵐ

𝟎𝟗𝟐; ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

The hall was utterly silently. Everybody were chating to themselves quietly waiting
for the new scene to be shown. But the hall was too quiet. There was no talking back between Antares and Coventina. Many noticed the absence of the Heir of the Most Noble House of the Black. The Black Prince some would whispers. The first to have notice his absense was non other than the one he called déesse. She had watched as Antares stood up and walked out of the hall
with a cold aura. His luminous eyes was icy.

The tension was palpable as the nobles turned to one another, silently speculating about the source of his anger. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the faint noise of shuffling feet and whispered conversations between the nobles. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and uncertainty.

Remina asked herself if she should go after him or not. Her heart torn, she saw that her seem to be keeping a lot from her. In the future, maybe it because he does not trust her. She can understand it, she will learn to understand it. Sirius too, she remembered had trust issues so maybe Antares had takes it from him. She will try her best for her son to trust her, she would never judge him.

She turned to look at Sirius─who let out a sigh with a grim glint in his eyes. He was probably thinking the same thing as she was thinking. Sirius, after all will not be there for their son. He will not see hin grow up, he will see his first prank, and he will not know the first time he started being like a Black, a dramatic one with a black heart.

Before Remina could try to go after her son, someone else had already beat her at hit. If someone was going to after Antares, it was noticeable for the person in question to be the one who claim to hate him. His one and only goddess, the one who hang stars and even the moon.

She was like the deep sea that drown
him in. Her figure was both ethereal and intimidating, like the sea that surrounded Antares. She was as beautiful as the stars that filled the night sky and as powerful
as the moon that shone above them all.

Coventina may say how much she hates Antares Black and everyone would believe it from how much times she would rejected him but nobody knew that every nights she was healing all his demons. Coventina is and always will be Antares' only way of salvation and hell will break lose if anyone try to take his déesse away from him. He will let world burn for her, he will burn it.

Every eyes followed Coventina like an owls, she made her way out of the hall and walk down one of them halls. Her feet taking her to Antares' dorm, a chamber that describe the beauty of the stars and the burning fire of the universe. The chamber was hot, too much. It was burning with heat, something that no weak or light wizards could take. It made Coventina shivers, the heat made her shivers, how amusing.

But even if the chamber was burning with hotness, Antares was not seen in it. And she knee only one place where Antares would be in. The forbidden forest was her answer.

Apparating in the forest, she searched for her sinner. She walked listening to birds singing quietly. She ignored the moonling reflects on her skin. She ignored how chilly and free she feels as she searches for him.

Her eyes softened as she heard the whistle sound, a melodic and peaceful rhythm that would enchant anyone in an endless sleep.
Coventina follows the sound and follow the rhythms as she too start whistling softly.

In that moment Antares had no choice but to face the heiress who had captured his heart and soul. It was a sight to behold—a water goddess who could kill any man with just a glance, and a coldhearted prince who could bend the world to his will. Tension can be sense in the forest.

Antares tried to act distant, but it didn't work. Just one glance from her was enough to soften his resolve, to make him forget about his anger, his pride, everything. He couldn't help the way he felt. He was some—one cruel and a man of many flaws, but this woman was the only thing in the world that could make him want to be better.