𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟲

"Stolas!" Y/N's voice echoed through the grand, dimly lit chambers adorned with velvet tapestries and ornate gold fixtures, as she and Blitzø stepped inside. The incense in the air, a blend of sweet vanilla and smoky sandalwood, hung heavy, hinting at the recent passage of a fiery temper. Stolas, the charming prince with a crown of shadowy feathers, looked up from his velvet chair, which was situated near the roaring fireplace. His crimson eyes, which usually gleamed with mischief, immediately softened into pools of empathy as they met hers.

"What seems to be the trouble, my love?" he inquired, setting aside his delicate porcelain teacup, the vibrant crimson liquid within steaming gently. The sound of the cup clinking against the saucer was a stark contrast to the sudden tension in the room.

Y/N's gaze fell upon Blitzø, the imp's eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and protectiveness. His tail, a whip-like appendage with a pointed tip, flicked back and forth as if eager to share the tale. Her black, forked tongue darted out, tasting the air before speaking. "It's your girlfriend, the little rascal," she began, her tone a blend of annoyance and playfulness. "She attempted to lay a hand on me, but thanks to my gallant guardian here," she nodded towards Blitzø, "I remained unscathed."

Stolas's expression shifted from curiosity to shock as he absorbed her words. His handsome features tightened as he abruptly stood, the motion so swift that his chair scraped against the stone floor. In his haste, the grip on his teacup loosened, sending it tumbling through the air. However, before the delicate china could meet its unfortunate end, Y/N's prehensile tail, a sleek and agile extension of her sophisticated form, shot out and caught it with surprising deftness. The cup hovered in the air for a moment before she gracefully placed it back on the table, her eyes never leaving Stolas.

"What?" Stolas exclaimed, his voice a blend of disbelief and searing anger. "How could she have the audacity to—?" His words trailed off, his mind racing with possibilities.

With a gentle touch, he raised Y/N's chin, his eyes searching hers with a desperate need to ensure her well-being. "Tell me, are you truly unharmed, my dear?" His voice was a velvety caress, a stark contrast to the fury simmering beneath the surface. The warmth of his hand brought a soft blush to Y/N's cheeks, and she nodded.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, Stolas," she assured him, her tail swaying in a comforting rhythm. "But I must insist, do not be too severe with her. Perhaps a mere grounding will suffice." Her smile was a calming balm to the storm brewing in his chest.

With a grace that belied her size, Y/N stepped away from Stolas's embrace and turned to Blitzø. She leaned down, her emerald eyes shimmering with affection, and placed a tender kiss upon the imp's forehead. His cheeks flushed a deep red, his eyes shining with joyous surprise.

"Until we meet again," she whispered to Blitzø, her voice a gentle caress.

Y/N then swept her gaze back to Stolas, the prince now standing tall and rigid, his thoughts a tumultuous sea of emotions. "I should take my leave. My companions are likely growing concerned," she said with a small, reassuring smile.

With a flourish of her wings, which fluttered like silk curtains in a gentle breeze, she turned and began to glide towards the grand oak doors. The two males watched her in silence, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric and the crackle of the fireplace.

As she disappeared into the corridor beyond, the echo of her laughter mingled with the fading click of her hooves on the stone floor. Stolas and Blitzø remained in the chamber, the air thick with the unspoken promise of consequences to come, each lost in their own contemplation of the events that had just unfolded before them.