👋Hey guys, it's been a bit, again. College started up this week and the holidays was, let's just say, crazy as can be. I will try my best to get another chapter put up today, but we shall see.
Also, with Ticktock not being an option for me anymore to make content and videos that actually reach people, I will be posting more about my soon to be published book, A Mermaid's Cry, on here as well. I may even start doing videos on my YouTube account as well for yall. So if guys want, comment whatever questions you have for me and I will make a video or post for them.♥️
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"Is it true brother?" Helena whispers, her tone amused and mocking. Not in line with a soldier devoted to her kingdom and its king. A ploy to get me up from the chair I've settled myself into next to my bed. Nyx deep asleep on the bed's silken sheets from all the tinctures and herbs the royal doctor and his healers had her consume.
Her head propped up by half a dozen white feathered pillows. Dark hair pooling down those same downy sides like a curtain of spilled ink. Nyx's breathing a calm rhythm, not like what it was when I found her and her friends amidst the destruction caused by that cursed assassin. Only after the humans were taken away to be tended by healers and checked by their mates, did Nyx's breaths start to not be so fast.
It hurt deep within my soul to see her hurt and afraid. The scent of sweaty fear all over her, even though she tried to hide it. Continued to do so while the healers passed each tonic bottle and bowl of steamed herbs into her hands. It took all my strength to keep silent until she fell asleep. Then I ordered everyone out with a dull growl and eyes I know that were red as burning hot coals.
It was finally quiet once Nyx and I were left alone. The doors to my quarters shutting in a rush, not to open for long while. But that was not to be, not with my sister's stubborn will to undermine me at every turn.
"Do you not see that I currently am indisposed and will not be answering any questions you may think are pertinent?" I utter, keeping the sight of a living still breathing Nyx as my sole focus. The focus that keeps me grounded, keeps me seated and not wrapping my hands around Helena's throat.
"I do, and yet I find myself asking yet again and much, much clearer," she sneers back, stalking away from me, striding around the bed and up to gaze down at my mate across from me. "Is it true that six weak, poorly trained humans managed to stave off a wolf assassin, before pushing him out of a thick paned glass window?"
"If I tell you, will you leave us alone?"
Helena's eyes flick to meet mine. It's as if I'm looking into a distorted mirror, where she is my reflection. All that would have my father frothing at the mouth in fury for the centuries of tradition she has broken, and continues to break, to be where she stands. And she has the unrivaled audacity to give me a satisfied smirk.
"Only if I hear the entire ugly truth, Your Majesty."
Helena steps back from the bed. Crossing her arms, leather creaking and metal clinking as she settles back into her usual relaxed stance. One where her weight is supported by her slightly angled legs, hands close to grip the handles of the curved moon daggers beneath her uniform sleeves. The all black leathers and dark cloak trimmed in iron of my elite section of the Silver City's army. The Wild Hunt.
Helena, Travis, and Ismael are the ones I trust the most. I have known them all my life, while other three have only been around for five years. Their titles and names, are varied as their histories. Stories from those who've run afoul of them, only add to their immense value of instilling fear into the enemies of my people.
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