"Stay away from me," I warned, my voice trembling with fear.
But he paid no heed to my pleas, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness. And then, in one swift movement, he was upon me, pinning me against the co...
My thoughts had already envisioned a great deal of possibilities before I left my palace. I had the option of staying in the woods or traveling to some distant countries where nobody would be aware of my past or that I was a princess. But this? No, I never imagined that I would be taken to a foreign realm by a fae. Since the location was so obscure, neither Emberglow nor any other human being was likely to be aware of it.
I heard a slight sound of footsteps and I was on my feet instantly. When I noticed the guard back in place, a wave of relief passed over me. I stepped forward consciously towards the bars and sat down leaning my back on the wall looking up at the gloominess of the spectral cover above me, towering so high that even the nimblest of birds would pause in flight
"What's going on? What does he want from me?" I said, my voice as if hopeless. Tears brimmed upon my eyes.
"I have no idea. I have never seen the prince so desperate before. He is the kindest soul that I ever met", he said with a sigh.
"He's a prince?" I gasped incredulously, turning to face him as he cast his gaze towards the spiraling staircase, his expression troubled yet tinged with a hint of amusement. It was then that I glimpsed the ferocity beneath his facade-carnivorous teeth, obsidian eyes devoid of sclera.
"It is disconcerting that he neglected to inform you of his royal status as the prince of Sylvaluna."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The man who had captured me, the one who held me captive in this foreign realm, was none other than a prince. A prince of a realm I had never even heard of-Sylvaluna.
As the realization sunk in, I felt a surge of anger and betrayal rise within me. How could he have kept such crucial information from me? How could he have deceived me like this?
But even as I raged against him in my mind, I couldn't ignore the conflicting emotions that swirled within me. Despite everything, there was something about him that made it hard to believe he could be capable of such deceit.
"He's a prince?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, disbelief coloring my words.
The guard nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Yes," he confirmed. "Prince Xaden, heir to the throne of Sylvaluna."
The name sent a shiver down my spine, conjuring images of a realm shrouded in mystery and magic. But as I glanced around at my surroundings-the cold stone walls, the iron bars that held me captive-I couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited me in this strange and unfamiliar land.
As if sensing my unease, the guard spoke again, his voice tinged with sympathy. "I know this must be overwhelming for you," he said softly. "But I promise, you are not alone. Whatever happens, I will do everything in my power to protect you."
His words offered little comfort in the face of the uncertainty that lay ahead. But as I gazed into his eyes, I saw a flicker of genuine concern-a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded us.
I knew that no matter what trials awaited me in the days to come, I would face them with courage and resilience. For I was not just a princess-I was a survivor, determined to reclaim my freedom and forge my own destiny, no matter the cost.
In the following moments, the guard and I engaged in a quiet yet earnest conversation, during which he offered insights into the workings of the fae realm and the peculiarities of its inhabitants. He spoke of the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined fae society, and of the ancient traditions and customs that governed their lives.
As I listened intently, a sense of fascination mingled with my apprehension, and I found myself drawn into the guard's world, eager to learn more about the enigmatic realm that had become my unexpected prison.
Despite the gravity of my situation, there were moments of levity amidst the darkness. The guard shared anecdotes of his own experiences within the fae kingdom, offering glimpses of camaraderie and friendship amidst the chaos and uncertainty.
And as the hours passed, I found solace in our conversation, a brief respite from the turmoil that raged within me. For in the midst of uncertainty and fear, there was comfort in the simple act of friendship, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, we are never truly alone.
"What do I call you?" I interrupted.
"Call me Guard, everyone in Sylvaluna does"
"But you must have a name, right?"
"Call me Blizzard," he chimed, a smile gracing his lips, cheeks aglow with a blush akin to the hue of cherries.
"Blizz it is then," I replied with a playful smile, extending my hand through the bars. "I'm Julia", I lied.
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Amidst the somber hues of the enclosing walls, friendship blossomed like a beacon of light amidst the shadows.
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