Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I SQUEEZED MY EYES TIGHT before opening them, had I slept the whole day? This cannot keep happening to me! It seems as though I get more rest than anyone in this palace, truly.
I eyed the glass of water on the nightstand and smile stiffly, grabbing it and chugging almost immediately. I tugged the collar of my pajama shirt.
My neck was aching, burning if anything.
I rubbed the back of my neck. It felt as if a course of energy was running through me. Was this works of the mark?
I took in my surroundings and it seemed as though I was in my room, luggage was by my bed.
Confused, I got out of bed.
The door opened, causing me to jump. It was Salia, she had clothing in her hand and a few servants followed with hair care, accessories and other things.
I raised a brow and then I sighed.
"The Mysthaven ball is this week, isn't it?"
Salia winced, nodding a bit.
The door connected to my room opened, revealing Florian and Ambrose. My insides turned into gush and I immediately walked over to them. Ambrose pulled me by the waist and Florian caressed my face.
I leaned into his touch and looked him in his eyes fondly. "Good morning, little one." Florian whispered in my ear and pecked the side of my brow. Ambrose pinched my waist softly. "Morning, small one"
"Good morning" I say as warmth spreads through me.
Safe, balanced.. okay.
I'm okay.
Salia hummed and the servants giggled as they eyed the three of us. I tucked my nose into Ambrose neck and groaned.
"Yes yes, I know." He chuckled, Florian snickered.
I'll never get used to the giggling and blushing of the servants.
My wings flapped and I levitated a bit, gasping I clutched tightly to Florian's hand and bit my lip hoping my head didn't hit the ceiling.
I squeezed my eyes right, ready for a rough head bump.
But instead, I felt my feet touch the floor and I opened my eyes, shocked.
