Alethea is a kind soul trying to navigate a chaotic world while searching for her place in it. When she discovers she's the lost princess of a vanished planet, her life becomes even more complicated, forcing her to confront a destiny she never asked...
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Alethea's POV:
My eyes fluttered open, the gentle rustling of leaves above creating a soothing melody. A soft groan escaped my lips as I pushed myself upright, blinking away the blurriness in my vision. Slowly, the world sharpened around me, and my heart clenched at the sight before me.
Riven and Ophere were locked in combat, their movements precise and fueled by raw emotion. The tension in the air crackled like static, and alarm surged through me.
"Stop this!" I called out, my voice trembling with urgency as I stood, my wings instinctively fluttering to steady me. I stepped forward, placing myself between the two. "Cut it out!"
Riven's glare didn't falter. His voice was a growl, low and dangerous. "He kissed my girl!" He jabbed a finger toward Ophere. "So put her down!"
Turning toward Ophere, I softened my tone, letting calmness seep into my words. "Let me help her," I said gently. My gaze met his, and after a brief hesitation, he relented, carefully passing Musa into my arms.
"Thank you," I murmured, cradling her as though she were made of glass. Riven exhaled sharply, some of the tension in his posture melting away.
"Thanks, Alethea," he muttered gruffly, his eyes softening.
I offered him a small, reassuring smile before kneeling to lay Musa down on the soft grass. Her face was pale, and worry gnawed at the edges of my heart. I reached for her hand, closing my eyes to focus as my magic flowed through me.
After a moment, Musa stirred, her lashes fluttering open. She took a deep breath, her hand tightening slightly around mine. Relief washed over me, and I smiled.
"Musa," Riven breathed, his voice low and filled with an emotion that seemed to surprise even him. He knelt beside her, his hand finding hers. "...What happened?"
I glanced at him, then back at Musa, who was regaining her strength. "We were attacked by Centaur guards," I explained, my voice steady.
"And what's going on with him and Musa?" Riven's gaze flickered toward Ophere, suspicion clouding his features.
"If anything, it's Aisha—" Ophere began, but his words were drowned out by the rustle of our friends approaching.
Silas stepped forward, his expression as calm as ever. "We'll deal with this later," he said, his voice even, though his eyes briefly softened as they met mine. "Right now, we have to stay focused."
Ophere straightened, his expression weary but determined. "I'm telling you, nothing is going on between me and Musa," he stated firmly.
Musa, now sitting up, reached for Riven's hand. Her touch seemed to ground him, his shoulders relaxing further. "It's very valiant of you to want to defend me," she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile.