the flower of delphinia. | flora + nikolai
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Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2022
Mature
The Flower of Delphinia seems to be the one thing that can never be found after thousands of years pass without its presence. Flora Delphin, a seeker for the kingdom of Ostaria, seems to think the same about herself. Besides a handful of rumors connecting her bloodline and this flower to each other, Flora doesn't care for the root. 

The Delphinia is a part of a prophecy, which explicitly states that a woman will wield a power derived from this flower, and she is the only person capable of curing the plague and torment Ostaria has been subjected to for longer than anyone can remember.

When she is found out to be the savior, she goes to the heart of her kingdom, Steynia Palace, where she is trained-- and in her eyes, babysat-- by Archelderman of the Clola Council, Nikolai Ares-- a very, very heartbreakingly attractive & nevertheless infuriating man-- in preparation for what seems like the war of the century-- finding and destroying the Aegean Disc possible of mass destruction before Ostaria's rival land, Acra, seizes it for themselves.

Will the unfortunate wellbeing of Ostaria finally be cured or will it's rival land, Acra, find the Aegean Disc and the so-called savior before anything can be done? Even more importantly, can Flora resist murdering Nikolai to save the day in the first place?

.·:·.❀.·:·.

"I could've murdered you just now," he says, cold eyes staring unwaveringly at me.

"And what then? You'd have a corpse warming your living quarters?"

I refuse to look away until he does, so for a solid seeming-like-it-will-never-end moment, our heated gazes meet, until he walks back to the training quarters leaving me in the hallway alone, chilled. I could've sworn that ever-cold demeanor of his melted just a little bit-- his eyes softened.


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BOOK SIX Gods Of Desterrados & The Divine Archangelics

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"I just needed to see you. It's been months and we have both been really busy so, Widow? Would you mind if I spoke with my wife alone...please?" gritted Michael. He was quite irritated by then as Widow smiled innocently while twirling around in a leisurely pace on a wheelchair. "Oh, for fucking God's sake, Mikey! Will ya' lighten up you fucknut? I'm just trying to maintain my mentally unstable quota so Empress and I could stay here for a few more weeks. After your shithead Spartans extracted us a week ago from Salem, we've been VIP ever since so if Empress says I stay here, then I stay here," she grinned amusingly. She was hilariously trying to run over Michael's feet until he shoved her wheelchair into a nearby wall. She screamed joyfully before crashing into a bookshelf with a thud. Empress ignored the commotion and simply sighed before caressing Michael's face. "I missed you, Michael. But so much has happened between us and I don't know--" He took that as a cue and kissed her softly while his hands framed Empress' face. "Then take me, Michael. I missed the touch of a man," she whispered. "I hope you don't mean any man, Lelei. I'm not just any man. I'm your man, right?" he chuckled as his lips brushed her forehead. "Of course, my love. And are you still my love?" she asked amusingly while her finger traced his strong jawline. "Yes indeed, my beloved. And are you still my beloved?" he asked while kissing her temples. "Always, Michael," she murmured before kissing him deeply. "Ahem. While you two ass twerps make out, I'm gonna go take a cold shower and find a leg brace or something. So, don't worry about me Mr. and Mrs. Meathead. I'm just gonna wheel my crippled ass to the infirmary so I can find an adult," muttered Widow before wheeling herself to the nearest nurse for medical attention due to her broken ankle from the collision with the now broken bookshelf. © 2020 Jeannie Mane. All rights reserved.