The Flames That Bind Us (Daughter of Fire #1)
2. The Brightness of Her Flames

Gabriel James Imarnia

I poured myself a glass of brandy, a type of alcohol that mortals drink in their realm. Although I fancied our traditional wine, especially if it was mixed with the elves’ honey drops. But I had to admit that what mortals drink nowadays is quite delicious.

I walked to my study chair and seated myself while sipping my drink, enjoying the cold liquid running down my warm throat. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Aero was sitting opposite me. One minute, he seemed to have the world on his mind, and the next, he stood up and walked to the window. He folded his arms over his chest and gave me a long, fixed look. I already knew what he was going to say. “So, you’re sure today is her birthday? Do you think maybe they gave you the wrong date?”

“The sisters told me when her birthday was; it’s on the tenth of October. I don’t believe they would make an error in something as important as that.”

Honestly, it was beginning to be quite irritating to hear Aero’s pondering questions every passing minute.

He sighed. “But we’re already at half the day, don’t you think the girl would be here by now?”

“How should I know?” I scoffed. “It’s not like I’m responsible for her. She could be anywhere for all I care!”

“Now, don’t say that. You won’t hear the end of it if Lis hears you.” Lysa, who sat at the far corner steering her special cup of tea, smirked and raised her pink eyebrow. I shot her a glare, but she only drank her tea silently.

“Lis would hear everything since you two are so keen on telling her every little word I say about this matter,” they both shuffled in their places, trying not to meet my piercing eyes. “And obviously, you’re not willing to obey your king and keep your mouths shut?”

The pair looked at each other before turning to me and grinning. “Nah!”

I scowled. “Then maybe I shouldn’t be telling you everything?”

Aero came and patted my shoulder, that stupid grin still on his face. “We know you can’t do that. Everyone knows you can’t keep your mouth shut when it comes to something you don’t like,” he gave a slight bow and added, “Your Majesty.”

“You speak like that to your king?” I attempted to jest, but it came out condescending.

“No, I speak like that to my friend.”

Although his tone was humorous, his voice softened when he said the word ‘friend’ as if he wasn’t sure whether or not the term applied to me still.

Aero and Lysa have been my friends for centuries, ever since childhood. Aero was the son of my father’s best and oldest friend. Since then, Aero practically lived with us in the palace until the day he trained to be a soldier and eventually earned the title of the captain of Imarnia’s army.

His magic also benefited him in his training days, for he possessed Shield Magic, the kind of power that turns his skin into any hard material. So, it was only natural he appeared larger than any average wizard.

Lysa, on the other hand, wasn’t a wizard. And since numerous creatures lived in Ignolia; she was a fairy. A proud and beautiful race that father had made international affairs with a long time ago, resulting in the stay of Empress Nura, Lysa’s mother.

And now she works for my sister and me as our personal ‘designer,’ a mortal word for a person who makes outfits. Once, I referred to her as a seamstress, and she threw a fabric roll at me for calling her such an ‘old-fashioned name.’

That was a long time ago, when things were simpler, and I was a simple man.

“What are you going to do now?” Lysa snapped me out of my thoughts, watching me carefully. She had finished her tea and was inspecting her bright pink-colored hairs, though her attention was clearly directed towards me. I noticed that Aero was watching me as well.

I rolled my eyes, put my glass down, and pulled back my armchair. “You two aren’t going to rest, aren’t you?”

“Well, you can’t just sit there. Shouldn’t you be getting her?” said Aero, making me flinch at that thought.

I do not, under any circumstances, want to ‘get her’.

“Absolutely not!” I gritted my teeth.

“Gabriel—”

“I don’t wish to speak about this any longer, and neither should you.” Fortunately, they managed to do as told....for about three seconds.

“Do you know what the girl looks like? What about her name? Or the element she controls?” Lysa showered me with questions, and I resisted the urge to growl and flip the table before me. Oh, for the love of all that is holy, do they ever listen!?

Sighing in frustration, I ran my hand through my hair. “I already told you everything I know, Lysa,” I groaned out the words, but she didn’t seem satisfied with the answer.

“I’m actually very curious to know what element she controls. I have never seen a Slifer in my life. I just know about them from the books my mother used to read me when I was a child,” Aero pitched in.

“I wonder if she’s beautiful?” Lysa jumped in her seat, and from the gleam in her violet eyes, I knew what she was thinking.

I could tell she imagined the girl with various gowns I didn’t even know were possible to make.

“Don’t even bother, Lysa. I am not keeping her,” I told her, which snapped her from her dreamy state.

“Why not?” She frowned.

“She is not a toy you can keep, Lysa.” Aero shook his head.

She turned her head towards him, her eyes narrowed into slits. Instantly, I placed my palm on my forehead, knowing what would happen next. Not again...

“Don’t stick your nose into everything I say, Shield Boy. I just wanted to know more about that Slifer girl.” She snorted, grabbing a fashion magazine. She crossed one leg over the other, flipping through the pages.

“Shield Boy? What is that supposed to mean?” snarled Aero, glaring at Lysa, who busied herself with the content of the magazine.

Aero’s nostrils flared, giving her a heated look. He hated when people mocked his magic, especially Lysa, and she was one to never pass an opportunity.

His angry expression quickly turned into a devilish one, a smirk forming his lips. “Well, with my magic, I am able to fight and defend. What do you have, Tinkerbelle?”

Lysa’s head snapped at him so quickly I was afraid it would whirl off to the wall, but the look she gave him would make any fool who dared call her that tremble in their place.

But Aero was loving the way she responded to him, and I fought back the attempt to roll my eyes at how obvious he seemed to enjoy his little banters with her.

Well, let’s just say that his magic wasn’t the only thing that made him hard...

“What did you say?” she hissed.

“You heard me, Tink.”

Lysa’s face turned red, which fairies tend to do when they are mad or annoyed, thus explaining why Aero calls her Tinkerbelle. She rose from her seat slowly, not taking her eyes off the bulking man before her.

“I dare you to say that again,” she threatened, taking a few, slow steps towards him while he stepped backward each time she got closer, a smug expression crossed over his face.

“Easy, Tink. You look all red. Red is really not your color,” he drawled in that irritating, teasing tone that Lysa hated so much.

Her face became redder, which means that, wherever this was heading, it wasn’t going to end well.

I was about to scold those two for acting like children in my study when I had important duties I needed to fulfill, but a sweet voice had cut in. “Oh dear, you two are fighting again? Why do you always fight in my brother’s study room?”

My younger sister, Lis, emerged from the door with a bright expression on her face.

Lysa and Aero stopped killing each other with their eyes and faced the princess of Imarnia. I also noticed that Lysa’s skin color turned to normal.

“Tell that to him. He started it!” Lysa pointed an accusing finger at Aero.

“Oh, how mature, Tink. Is your mind as small as your body?”

At that, she didn’t hesitate in throwing the magazine she was currently griping at Aero, which ended up slapping his buffed chest then tumbling to the floor. All the while, he had the most obnoxious smile he could muster and a darkening in his brown eyes that, as a man, I was familiar with.

Even Lysa looked entirely flushed, and it had nothing to do with her fairy nature.

Lis laughed softly, shaking her head at them as she sat opposite me. “You two should get married.”

“As if!” yelled the pair.

She veered her attention at me, the smile fading slowly as she straightened her back. “Hello, brother.”

“Sister,” I said curtly.

“So,” she cleared her throat. “I heard that the girl’s birthday is today.”

I groaned, wiping my hands over my face tiredly. Physically, I was fine. Mentally, I couldn’t stop thinking about this, and my family and friends didn’t help in taking my mind off it.

“Yes, it’s today.”

She nodded. “And?”

“And what?”

She blinked, clearly trying to phrase her words as carefully as possible. “Well, I thought you would have reached a decision on what to do—”

“I’ve already reached a decision from the moment I was informed about this. I won’t be seeking the girl, Lis. I believe I’ve told you that many times before.”

She tried to remain impassive, but her thin brows creased and her lips pursed.

“I was hoping you had changed your mind—”

“Why would I?”

“Damn it, Gabriel!” She bounced from her seat, her composure melting as she fixed me with her usual worried look.

Lysa and Aero backed away, isolating themselves from the current tension between my sister and me. “I won’t let you sit here and do nothing while there’s a possible threat against your life!”

I breathed in as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Lis, there’s nothing threatening me. When will you understand that?”

“So you’re telling me that the Watchers of Fate specifically sent a person to protect you from nothing?”

“I am sure I can handle myself if anything happened to me. I don’t need anyone to protect me. It is I who needs to protect his people.”

“But, brother, I only want you to be safe, and that girl might be helpful. Why can’t you understand that?” She leaned forward and placed her hand over mine, her expression softening, “You have changed, ever since...” She trailed off, glancing down at our hands.

“Enough, I don’t want to speak any further.” My whole body tensed, knowing what she was going to talk about. I removed my hand from under hers, getting up and walking past the three of them towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Lis stopped me before I was able to reach the doorknob.

I turned to meet her and said, “I’m gathering some guards, I want to visit my kingdom, see how things are going. It’s been a while since I have done that.”

The truth is, I didn’t want to stay with them any longer, knowing that they would just try and bring the subject up.

And without waiting for any of them to say something, I exited the room.

Lydia Voltaire

My smile never left my lips. I was grinning from ear to ear, my jaw began to slightly hurt, and I was momentarily worried that my lips would stay peeled back on my face for quite some time.

However, that could be the least of my concerns as I skipped past crowds with Luxus cradled in my arms. Every step I took allowed my eyes to expand further to whatever the heart-taking streets of Imarina had to offer.

“Lydia, this place is amazing!” Luxus whispered excitedly, his eyes trailing at a series of expensive-looking restaurants with various mouth-watering cuisines displayed at the front -some of them were even specifically meant for animals.

I agreed silently, walking closer to a restaurant window to see house animals of all kinds being fed in the most sophisticated manner I’ve ever seen.

Cats, dogs, several small and large birds, and even some animals I only read about were seated in distinctively designed tables. Even the way they were dressed screamed that they weren’t just ordinary pets, and I suddenly felt very underdressed compared to them.

“Wow, talk about fancy...” I said, looking at some of the equally richly-dressed owners dropping off their pets.

“Maybe someday I could eat in here,” Luxus pressed his paw on the glass, his eyes glued at a passing shrimp-layered dish being served to a cat with the most ridiculous hat I’ve ever seen. “Although I don’t think I could do the hat.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so either. Besides, a meal here must cost at least fifty gold coins.”

And with that, I continued on my way forward. The streets here were more expansive and longer than the streets in Vera. The floor was made of small bricks that were the color of sand. There were unique, beautiful black drawings of phoenixes on each brick.

Not to mention the tall, silver light posts scattered across the streets. Of course, since we don’t really have electricity in Ignolia, pixies’ stones of light were used to illuminate the posts.

Apparently, from what I heard, the stones used to cast light in Imarina were gold and silver, but I couldn’t really see them since it was daytime. In Vera, we only had a very fading shade of orange to keep us from not bumping into people at night.

Large, expensive-looking carriages were scattered near the sidewalk, carrying even more expensive-looking individuals. Some children were playing near the Moxars, the creatures used to drag the carriages. They looked exactly like a horse, but Moxars were different because they were all white with blue lines spread across their bodies. They all look the same, except for the black ones, which were black with golden stripes. I haven’t seen one before, but it’s different because it’s a lot faster and only people who are considered very important have it.

On the right and the left sidewalks, different types of shops were spread through the entirety of the street. There were ones for clothes where only sophisticated outfits and dresses were sold. And only those who were filthy rich could afford to buy them, obviously. There were shops for jewelry, which were gleaming so brightly you could probably spot them from a mile. Shoes of all materials and designs, one was even decked with feathers that I mistook it for a bird for a second. Potions and medicine, blacksmiths, and more than one library that sold different categories of books.

I’m definitely going to mark those down as a must-see. I would have done the same to the jewelry shops, but I’m afraid I would go blind once I enter them.

Not to mention, they would probably kick me out for looking like a beggar. Well, I didn’t actually look like one, but I most likely did to the people in here.

Many were looking at me simply because I did not fit in. It was like I was a strange-looking creature among those who were normal -especially the way I was dressed.

I wasn’t exactly dressed in the fanciest clothes I could find. I wore a short-sleeved, dark brown tunic that was long and fell all the way to my knees and had two splits at the sides, in which I wore black leggings underneath. I threw in brown and gold sandals and a matching cross bag I had owned since I was eleven.

But what made people’s eyes wander more was the way I tucked in all my hair underneath a worn-out black hat that somehow managed to make my head bigger and smaller at the same time.

I didn’t wear hats often, nor did I like wearing them much, but sometimes I would walk around in one whenever I didn’t want people staring at my unusual hair.

My eyes were bad enough already. And contact lenses didn’t work. Since I found out, in the most unfortunate way, they burn off the moment they are in contact with my irises.

The hat didn’t stop a pair of eyes from glaring at me, though. “What?” I raised an unseen eyebrow at Luxus.

“Are you going to wear that stupid thing all the time?” he said.

“Lux, you know I hate it when people stare. This is better.”

“I still think you should take it off.” He reached up to knock it off my head, but I kept his paws away.

“Lux, stop.”

“People are staring anyway, Lydia. You shouldn’t doubt yourself. How will you own up to being a Slifer if you act like that?”

“Shhhh,” I glanced sideways. “Keep it down. People will listen!”

“I think people would be more surprised at a talking cat, not the word ‘Slifer’”

“Still...”

I got a few weird looks from passing crowds, but I straightened my back and tucked down my hat, and went on my way.

My grandpa, who teleported us here since Imarnia could take days to arrive to, went to only gods know where. He said that he had something to receive from an old friend, and he left Luxus and me to wander around.

And honestly, I was happy about that since my grandpa could get very grumpy during trips.

Especially when he has to use teleportation magic. But what can he do, really? He is the only wizard in our town that can use it. Not every wizard had the ability for it, only powerful ones, like grandpa, the four rulers of Ignolia, and other high-ranked wizards.

Since I’m a Slifer, I had used teleportation when I turned ten. At first, grandpa would chain a tracking charm to my wrist to know where I was and thank the gods for that since I ended up nearly in other countries for the first couple of tries. Later, the miles shrunk to meters, and I was soon able to teleport almost perfectly to where I wanted to go.

I stood next to a stone-carved fountain, admiring for a moment the heavily detailed silver-painted phoenix that spout out sparkling water from its mouth. When Imarina was founded, it was said that the One God, Azareth, gave its first king a silver phoenix as a gift. Later on, the God of Fire; Decimus, blessed the bird by having it breathe white flames instead of red.

I don’t know if that actually happened or if it was just a story, for no one knows what happened to the phoenix after the king died.

“Lydia!” Grandpa’s shouting snapped me out of my daze, turning my head to see him pushing his way through people before he reached me. I noticed a small black square box in his hand, and he was seemingly out of breath. “I never thought that you would wander off that far...”

“Where were you?” I asked.

He glanced at the box in his hand, looking oddly hesitated and conflicted for a second. But he lifted and opened the lid, revealing a lovely silver bracelet.

My eyes widened, and my lips formed a huge smile as I admired its beauty. The bracelet looked more like a charm, with a small silver girl, a cat, and a man wearing a hat dangling from it, each a bit farther away.

It’s then that I realized that those were me, Luxus, and grandpa. And that only made me beam brighter. “That’s amazing! How did you do that?”

“I asked an old friend of mine to make it. It’s for you. Happy birthday.”

He grabbed my wrist and helped me put it on. He let go of my hand, allowing me to admire how the silver shined when the sun would spot it.

“It’s beautiful, Lydia,” Luxus commented, freeing himself from my arms and jumping to land on the ground.

This has got to be the nicest, probably most costly thing grandpa gave me as a birthday present. Usually, he buys me a book each year since he knows I keep asking him for that.

“Thank you so much!” I practically shouted, making everyone look at me as I threw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

His body tensed, and his shoulders froze before his hands went to my arms and unclasped them from his neck, pushing me away from him gently.

He had something in his eyes that I didn’t quite understand. It’s like he was looking at me with a soft expression for a moment, but then his face fell and was as unreadable as it always was.

“Lets’ go.” He turned away from me and strolled to the crowds.

Luxus and I exchanged a knowing and hopeless look.

Sighing, I couldn’t help but be disappointed at my attempt to bond with my grandpa. He never showed any kind of affection or said anything that a parent might say to their child. It’s always been like that.

I know he wasn’t really my father, but even so, he was the man who raised me. I sometimes even considered calling him ‘dad,’ but somehow, I felt that he wouldn’t really like that.

Not to mention that I tried that once and the look on his face told me to never try it again. At times, he acts like I’m a total stranger to him, and I hated it. He was the closest thing I had for a father.

There were some times when he looked at me with a longing expression when I was younger, but he quickly masked it, and went back to being his usual drunken self. I never quite understood him. He seemed very distant from me...and himself.

“THIEF!!”

I was about to trail after my grandpa when a woman’s loud voice shouted from behind me. Confused, I turned around to see a red-haired lady standing on the sidewalk at a further distance, and I took a couple of steps to see well.

The woman looked classy, for she was wearing a fancy green short dress, hat, and jewelry. However, she looked furious as she was shouting several things I couldn’t hear properly to a man standing in front of her who looked like he was attempting to calm her down.

I knew that this man was one of the royal guards. He wore a dark blue tunic top with a silver collar that only royal guards donned, some black and blue epaulets, silver trousers, and black boots.

The woman looked afraid, and tears lined her stark-white face. A crowd of people surrounded her, along with several royal guards.

“What’s going on?” asked Luxus.

“I don’t know.”

I stood on my tiptoes, for I wasn’t able to see that woman clearly anymore. People were scattered everywhere now, trying to find out what was happening. And since I wasn’t that tall, it was hard for me to see clearly when all those taller people obscured my sight.

I started hopping like a rabbit behind a line of chatting groups, my curiosity winning the best of me in an attempt to see what in Ignolia was going on.

My eyes caught a person wearing a worn-out brown cloak, scurrying away from the masses to my left. It was then that I noticed that this person was carrying a pink purse, trying to sneak it under his cloak. Wait a minute...

Without thinking, I took off running in the man’s direction.

I ignored Luxus’s voice calling after me as I made my way through the crowd. That man is a thief, I’m sure of it!

I ran as fast as I could possibly run through that many people, almost falling and tripping at each step. Finally, I was able to catch up to him. He didn’t seem to hear my frantic steps.

“Hey, you!” I called out.

The man froze in his spot, his back stiffening. I heard him curse underneath his breath as he slowly turned around to face me, trying to cover the purse in his hands with his cloak.

“I believe that the purse in your hands belongs to that woman.”

The man’s eyes widened, his lower lip trembling, and before I could do or say anything else, he took off running in a zipping motion that made the wind blow hard into my face.

For a few seconds, I just blinked rapidly before it registered in my mind what just happened.

Wait...what!? Ah, shit! He has Speed Magic!? I know it’s a minor one, but it’s handy if you want to be a thief.

“Wait!”

My feet moved on their own, trying to catch up.

The man was rushing at the speed of lighting. All I could see was a fast figure zig-zagging through people, startling them at the sudden rush of wind. I rose up my speed, even though I knew that it was no match for his.

He sprinted towards a beautiful stone bridge, where a river was streaming under it. Some people had their eyes on me to my right and left, which was confusing, but I shrugged that off and continued running after the man.

I had to stop him, but how?

My eyes landed on an empty wooden wagon placed on the right sidewalk. I noticed that the man was still racing forward, but he didn’t get past the wagon just yet.

That’s it! I could trap him.

I stopped chasing after him, closing my eyes and remembering what my grandpa taught me. I inhaled a huge breath, transferring my magic towards my feet. I felt the energy of my magic inside my body as it seeped through my legs in white-hot waves.

I kept my eyes closed, feeling the heat of my flames being formed around my feet as I imagined it in a scorching circle on the ground. The sound of my flames filled my ears, along with some gasps and whispers.

I opened my eyes and spread my legs, making my knees part. I used all my fire force to crouch for a second, then leap high in the air. In their bright color, the flames burst from my hand, curling into it to form a large lump.

I hurled the fireball in my fist towards the wooden wagon, watching as it cut through the space and spiraled towards its goal.

My body landed back to the ground, steadying myself as my eyes followed the flame ball approaching the wooden wagon. The fiery knot soon hit the wagon with a loud bang, my fire half swallowing it, gradually burning everything that was left. Soon, it began to crumble down till large chunks of black wood broke piece by piece and fell apart.

The charred pieces spread in a long line, blocking the man’s way and forcing him to stop in his tracks. He tried to go around it, but even though the fire was dim, it caused enough damage for the pieces of blackened wood to form the much-needed obstacle.

I quickly went to stand behind the man. “Give it up already. There’s no way out of this.”

He snapped towards me. His eyes were practically bulging as his legs shook. “I-I’m s-sorry. H-Here! Don’t hurt me, please!” he begged, throwing the purse near my feet.

His hands were raised in surrender, but he was clearly scared out of his wits. What the hell is wrong with him? It’s not like I grew horns and fangs!

“Geez, relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted the purse,” I tried to assure him.

The man gulped, slowly dropping his hands to his sides. His small, wary eyes still lingered at me as if I would bounce on him any minute. I raised my eyebrows. “You know, you can’t just take other people’s stuff. No matter how tempting they can be.”

I took a few, careful steps towards him.

Luckily, he didn’t scream and flee. He only sighed, but he was still quite nervous and shaky. “I know,” he swallowed roughly. “But I’m a poor family man that lives in a kingdom’s town. What choice do I have, young l-lady?”

I ignored the fact that he seemed unsure whether I was an actual person.

“Why don’t you just go outside?”

The man looked surprised that I actually asked him that. I guess he expected that I would hand him to the authorities or deal with him myself. But, looking at him, I noted he was very thin, his hands frail and his face dirty and sunken. His clothes underneath that heavy cloak were torn out at the sleeves and hems.

Although he appeared to be in his early 40′s, he looked worn out.

And if he looked like that, I can’t imagine how his family must have been. Obviously, he wasn’t doing this out of greed.

His shoulders slumped underneath his loose shirt. “It’s not easy for men like me to find a place to settle in...”

“That’s not true. Anything is better than thieving.”

He only dropped his eyes to the floor. At his reaction, the gears in my head started turning, and an idea popped into my mind. Oh, I’m gonna get in trouble for this...

I smiled as I picked out my small, red pouch from my purse. I grabbed the man’s hand and placed the wallet in his palm. “I know that my grandpa will flip at this, but here, you need it more than I do. There are gold coins here that could provide you and your family food for a month. I’m sorry it’s not much, but it should do for now.”

The man looked at the pouch as if it was a long-lost treasure that he was looking for. Then, he looked at me with wonder, shaking his head fiercely. “I...I can take this!?”

“Yes. But, you have to stop stealing. You have kids, and they definitely look up to you, don’t they? You don’t want them to think that their father is a thief, right? Now take this, and find a job, even if it was a simple one to provide your family without stealing.”

The man’s eyes were full of tears, his bony fingers quivering as he clutched the coin bag tightly. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” he choked, almost like he found it hard to breathe.

I smiled at him warmly and stepped aside to let him through. I noticed that the fire was still crackling, though only faint wisps and flickers remained. Still, I felt a tinge of guilt for whoever was going to clean that up and for the poor owner of the wagon.

Well, now I know that the streets of Imarnia weren’t fire-proofed...

I turned around, wanting to go back to Luxus and grandpa, but I was surprised when I noticed that a bunch of people...well, a lot of people, were staring at me as if I was a ghost.

A mixture of shock, confusion, and curiosity was written on their faces. Their jaws were hanging, and I was afraid they would dislocate and fall to the ground.

It was then that I realized that I had just exposed my magic in front of the kingdom of Imarnia. It’s why they were staring at me in pure shock.

Dammit! I should have been more careful.

It’s not just that. They were also scanning my hair, which I noticed was set loose thanks to my hat falling off.

I sighed. Well...this is awkward. How am I going to deal with this? Just waltz away?

Suddenly, the crowd before me scattered around, revealing a group of the royal guards lined up behind a man. Everyone, and I mean, everyone, gasped and bowed -even the children. Some people were whispering, but I had no idea what they were saying.

The man was standing in the middle, the guards surrounding him on his left and right side. Not to mention that there were guards right behind him.

I couldn’t help myself from staring at that man. He looked dark, as if invisible shadows cloaked him. He was also tall, really tall actually, like maybe a foot taller than me.

His hair was thick and black, darker than mine, and it was falling over his broad forehead. It somehow appeared soft, and something inside me itched to run my fingers through it.

That’s random...why am I thinking of that?

He had a sharp jawline adorned with high cheekbones. And he had a stubble growing, which added an edgier look to his masculine features.

My eyes went up to the rest of his face. Flawless fair skin, a sturdy nose, and an alluring set of lips.

Very alluring, indeed.

I shook my head, blinking these thoughts away.

But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, his eyes held mine. They were, in a way, mesmerizing -captivating, even. As if a thunderstorm gathered in each eye...

Then my gaze roamed over his body, which might have been a mistake.

He wore a black tunic designed with golden threads that fitted nicely over his broad shoulders and firm chest. In fact, everything he wore was black. From the pants to the boots and to the cloak draped behind him.

That man was beautiful -that I had to say to myself.

For a moment, my body shuddered, and I suddenly felt cold despite the warm day. I could feel the pit of my stomach churning, and I couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it was both...

A disturbing image of him moving on top of my naked body appeared on my mind.

It startled me to the point I wanted to scream aloud. But instead, something inside of me burst like a spring of fire.

I caught the sight of my grandpa as he wedged his way to me. And for the life of me, my eyes refused to move away from that man.

Grandpa stepped forward, fixing his hat and jacket, then walked up to the strange man. He seemed unfazed by the dark man’s presence as he bowed to him and said,

“It’s been a long time, King Gabriel.”

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