Two star crossed lovers.
Nations divided by blood and power.
A war to end all others.
She is heir to the brutal Darkling kingdom and daughter to the most vicious king ever known, Vlad the impaler.
He's the Demon prince ru...
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The dreams always come. Every night, I drift further and further away from my Night Court. I am not alone, yet I don't recognize any of the voices and I can't see faces, just shadows. But now I march across wintertide forests, my legs moving in fits and jerks through the snow, like a marionette's legs controlled by a puppeteer.
Senseless panic urges me. No matter how fiercely I rail against my body's betrayal, I can't seem to stop walking ahead.
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Days come and go like flurries on the winter winds. The faster time passes, the closer the Prince and I become; The closer I become to taking the next step, to allowing fate it's whims and tying myself to him.
Aunt Ksenia and the rest of House Orel, as well as Tala have become ghosts in the passageways, only appearing briefly and disappearing twice as fast - to what or where, I never ask.
Emrys doesn't notice my silent unease, probably because we spend our days lost in each other's company, taking our meals together or visiting sights around Nordrift with one or more of the Hounds.
But it's there, sometimes a stifling tempest... sometimes a mild hum.
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"These gardens were a gift to Bear Queen Urssa from Alpha King Baldr." Emrys explains as he escorts me down a row of Iceblossoms. I was a little hesitant this morning, but I indulged the prince's request in the end. "Yet, after taking his second wife and mated Luna, Sunivva Bernhard, the gardens were pretty much just left to become a living monument within Nordrift palace."
"Baldr was a bear Lycan, was he not?"
My maid, who observes us from the entranceway of the garden, had put me in one of my favorite evening dresses: a little blue thing with an empire waist and petal lapped sleeves. Half my arms were bare, and I could feel the slick fabric of Emry's leather jacket, his inborn Lycan warmth seeping into my skin. Something about it all made me at ease. He clearly notices, because he doesn't try to hide the toothy smile as he continues our lively conversation.
