The Empress of HellFire. The Emperor of Ice Storms. Together as one, they will tear the world apart. Stranded in a kingdom with their paths intertwined, the fight to reclaim what was once lost will draw nothing but blood and fury.
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Venix Draywin...
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Red.
Red was all that flashed in front of her as she opened her eyes, the bright sunlight scorching her face as she struggled to get up. Her fingers dug into the thin material of the bedsheets, a splitting pain ransacking her head as she pulled herself up.
Pain cracked through her skull, the feeling of warm blood spilling down her face as she collapsed against the bed, groaning as she pressed a hand to her forehead. The slick blood slipped through her fingers, staining her hands red.
From a distance, she could the door open and footsteps approaching her. Warm hands settled around her waist, squeezing her tightly as blue eyes met her gaze. "Be careful. I don't want you to further injure yourself" a voice whispered. Seconds later, large hands settled around the small of her back, gently helping her up.
"Lucien" Venix whispered, her eyes adjusting to see his face. A small smile pulled on his face, nodding as he sat her upright. In his hand, he held a small cup that he gently pushed into her hand, making sure her hands were wrapped securely around the handle.
"Drink this, it will help you feel better," he said. Without another thought, she nodded, bringing the cup to her lips. A sweet flavor filled her mouth, a metallic aftertaste kicking in. She winced, setting it down on the floor.
"How long have I been unconscious?" she asked, blinking several times for her eyes to adjust to the bright light that spilled into her room. Lucien's smile faltered a bit, his brow furrowing.
"Two days" he timidly replied, clasping his hands together.
Venix groaned, running her hands down her face. "Two fucking days, my Gods" she uttered, her voice a mere whisper as she croaked. A tired sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head, looking back up to meet Lucien's gaze. His frown deepened, tucking his hands into his lap.
"Don't ponder much on it. You were injured badly and you needed all the rest you could get" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "In all honesty, I'm glad you're awake now. One more day and I would have lost my mind and found a way to bring you back."
She looked around the room, her eyes searching for her companion. "Where is Elinwy?" she asked, panic rising in her voice. "Is he okay?"
"He's okay. He's asleep in my room" Lucien reassured, nodding. "Poor wolf tired himself out crying for your awakening."
Venix scuffed and shook her head, a hand clutching her chest. "My poor love" she whispered, shaking her head. "He must have strained himself to death."
"More like he strained me. Nearly snapped my head off when I approached you" he whispered, shaking his head.
This time, a laugh escaped her lips.
She pressed a hand to the bandages wrapped around her neck, feeling the slick feeling of blood drip down her hand. "Here, hold still" Lucien whispered, reaching out to cup her hand. She watched with tentative eyes as he lowered her hand into her lap before reaching over to the bedside table.
