"Golden Melody" is a tale of love, dreams, and resilience, exploring the power of music and memory as Zatariel fights to bring back the melody of their hearts amidst the challenges they face.
Will their shared passion for music be enough to bridge...
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Third person point of view
The morning air carried the scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming roses as Marie waited in the English park, her heart a drum solo in her chest. It had been a week since she last saw Damian, a week of pretending to be a normal Alpha student, a week of keeping her ears open and her eyes peeled for any sign of trouble.
The first rays of dawn were painting the sky in hues of orange and pink when she spotted him, a familiar figure striding across the path. A wave of relief washed over her. He was late, but he was here. She jumped to her feet and ran towards him, her arms outstretched.
"Marie!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of relief and affection. "You're early."
She didn't hesitate. She launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug.
"Daddy!" she cried, her voice echoing in the quiet park.
Damian chuckled, gently pushing her back. "Easy there, kiddo. Not so loud. Someone might see us and get the wrong idea."
Marie grinned, her smile as bright as the rising sun. "Sorry," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.
He was right, of course. They were both in a precarious position, their secret a fragile thing that could shatter at any moment.
They settled on a bench, the cool stone a welcome contrast to the warmth of their reunion. Damian, ever the concerned father figure, launched into a barrage of questions. "How are you? How's school? Anything interesting happening? "How's life as an Alpha?"
Marie, eager to share her intel, launched into a detailed account of her week.
"It's... interesting," Marie replied, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Thyron Sebastian, he's acting suspicious. He's forcing Miexha into a relationship. It happened on the first day of school, and I've been watching them ever since."
Damian's brow furrowed. "Forcing her? How?"
"He's... well, using her father, you know the Verra's Rival of Wov's," Marie explained. "He's making her feel pressured. She's not happy about it, but she's not saying anything."
"And Miexha? How is she?"
"She's... trying to be strong, but she's clearly unhappy. She's hiding her true feelings."
"And Zatariel?" Damian asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Marie's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I'm keeping an eye on him too. I even suggested we become a couple, you know, to make Miexha jealous."
Damian's eyes widened in surprise. He'd always assumed Marie was attracted to girls, and the thought of her being interested in a boy, especially one like Zatariel, was a bit unsettling.
"What?" he stammered, his voice laced with disbelief. "You... you like guys?"
Marie laughed, shaking her head. "No, no, nothing serious. It's just a little strategy. I want to help Miexha realize her true feelings for Zatariel. She obviously likes him, but she's too scared to admit it."
Damian let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. He was relieved to hear that Marie's feelings weren't genuine. He couldn't imagine her with another guy. She was a real daughter to him, and the thought of her being with someone else made him uncomfortable.
"I'm glad it's not serious," he said, a smile returning to his face. "But I'm still not sure about this whole jealousy thing. It seems a bit... manipulative."
Marie shrugged, her smile unwavering. "It's just a little harmless fun"
Marie leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. " Dad. Even if I fall in love someday, you'll always be number one in my heart."
She playfully nudged him, her smile infectious. "Speaking of hearts," she said, her eyes twinkling, "you're about to meet the woman with scarlet hair similar to mom. What are you going to do? How will you approach her?"
Damian blushed, his cheeks turning the color of a ripe tomato. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely whispering. "I've never been good with women."
Marie burst into laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Oh, Daddy," she teased, "Don't worry," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll give you some pointers. Just trust me."
Damian smiled, his heart fluttering with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. He had been waiting for this moment for so long. He had a lot to learn about love.
As they sat there, bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, Damian couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. He had a daughter, a daughter who was fiercely loyal, fiercely protective, and fiercely loving. And she was, his little spy, Marie, his weakness.
