Spring's Fixed Heart

✶⋆.˚ Chapter 8 જ⁀➴ 🌦

Hello, my daffodils... After a depressing chapter, I think we need a little happy one... Enjoy this one!

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Within the edge of the flower glades of Spring, I stood there staring across at the harsh winter borders. As I walked closer the distance seemed farther... pulling farther... and farther... and farther.

Soon my steps became strides then my strides became quicker as I lunged towards winter running to touch it. To be there. To meet Seraphina.

Cold sweat ran across my brow before I tripped on something... then light rushed into my sight.

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As I sat up I groggily groaned holding onto my chest where the biggest impact from the fall in my dreams had led... the nightmare wasn't too bad but I couldn't make it out.

It was an odd dream... the first time I hadn't had Seraphina appear upon it... although it was best not to dwell on fixations on it.

Pulling out of bed I picked up my routine... dressing up in my finery clothes, fixing the bedsheets, and pushing open the balcony doors to reveal the shimmering silver spires.

Upon exiting my quarters I had chambermaids inform me that I had lots of free time before the ball tonight. Great. 

My thoughts then drifted to Lyra... maybe perhaps I could chatter with her upon my arrival and my feet picked up pace, greeting nearby courts with nods and flashing smiles before navigating several turns and the large staircase I found myself astounding outside the large suite.

Taking upon a hand lifted towards the door -- only to freeze mid-motion to hear the voices emanating from within.

"Servants say... you were with that bastard! What were you thinking?!" That voice is unmistakable. Eamon

"He is not a bastard! Leave him out of this!"

"Do not think for a second that... that thing cares about you! He is dangerous! A titled lord who cares nothing but for the hand of the heir!"

"He is not like that father! He has done nothing but be polit-"

"Other suitors! Suitors have proposed and gifted you... showered you with affection and gifts! What is wrong with you!?"

"I hate all of them! They do not care for me... they only suffocate me!"

"THAT BITCH IS BROKEN!"

"BECAUSE MOTHER LEFT HIM THAT WAY! ITS NOT HIS FUCKING FAULT!"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I DON'T NEED SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU! ...you know why this is happening," The voice softened.

Then the yelling stopped. Upon turn, the door slammed open and I stepped back. My eyes widened in shock and Eamon kept our gazes locked. A mix of old animosity and unspoken tension lingered before he quickly departed the room hitting my shoulder with his own.

Lyra stood there holding her head and gasping a bit holding onto her arm... I could only catch a glimpse... black. What was it? Before I could get a real sight of it she pulled up her gloves further and looked into my eyes.