For centuries, I walked alone. Everyone I loved taken from me because of my own negligence, greed, lust for power, I spent my days fighting back a darkness I had let into my soul the day my family was ripped from me through no fault of their own. Innocent, beloved, and dear, I never allowed myself another precious emotion until I met him. Until I avenged the wrongs done to him by evil men, and those who followed them. Until I looked into his eyes and saw his soul. The soul of my mate, my beloved, my Asa... and hers beside it.
We were always meant to find her; she was always meant to be ours. From the moment my eyes alighted on my Asa, I knew who she was through him. Knew her soul, her heart, her mind. I knew who she would be, to us, to him... to me. For love for her already sat behind his eyes, a spark that needed only kindling to alight a wildfire in his veins.
The woman who once destroyed my world wore a crown upon her head and sat atop a throne. Many evils in my long life have boasted the same. Power corrupts. It dirties and makes filthy what was once good and pure and clean. It is inevitable, like a west wind, like the sunrise. Like death and birth and breath. So how can I let this woman near my Asa? My sweet, tender, kind mate, who had already been tested and broken by the evils of humans. He needs no more pain. He will not suffer anymore. I vowed it, and by the gods I would not break my vow.
Not even for her.
But how can I keep him safe, when the evil I fear the most is the other piece of our soul? How can I learn to trust her, when the very blood in her veins I hate so much is also a volcano of terrible power waiting to erupt? How do I protect one piece of my heart from another half of it? How do I protect them, when she is the greatest danger to us all?
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'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!'
'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.'
'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she promised him.
'Say that again,' he told her in a hard angry voice, 'and face the rowen,' he dared her.
Despite the threat, she climbed out of bed and went to him.
She tilted her head to look challengingly at him with her sharp green tear stained eyes.
'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a terminal raspy but rather confident voice.
He stared at her for a long time, internally simmering.
The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly.
Silence reigned as their stare down intensified. All in the room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy.
'Everyone,' he ordered in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Out!' he finished.
They all festinated out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from transfer of aggression.
And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he drew her to him unexpectedly.
'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her.
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🌫 She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him-the beast.
She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories.
But, she just knew that she wanted nothing -absolutely nothing- to do with the monster that always left her in perplexity.
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🌫 He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think.
He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go.
She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong.
And if it did, he was the only person who could try, mean try to put it back in place.
For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right.
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