Valtor had never been a man of passion. He was raised to be cold and calculating, ready to do anything necessary to achieve his goals. The next step to take was clear, and easy to do for him. He had to manipulate Griffin to be his partner again. It was vital for him to have an experienced witch by his side when everything is done. The heir to the throne of Domino was the only one he had to kill. Then he had to absorb her Dragon Fire and unite it with the part of the flame which existed in him. He would be complete. The prophecy would come true. He would become what he was born to be, and he would rule in the name of the Ancestral Witches. But all of this was also terribly dangerous. The unlimited dragon fire energy could be too hard for him to control. So the partner, with the help of a magical contract signed before, would be there to balance and tame this energy. Griffin was the perfect choice because she was a true scholar, and had great control over her powers, and she never, ever panicked. An inexperienced witch as a partner would lead to a disaster. If she would lose control, she would probably be burnt to the ground, and that was the most pleasant of the possibilities.
There was something terribly wrong with this seemingly perfect plan. His head agreed, but there was a bitter, dusty feeling in his heart about all this. He hated Griffin. He remembered how mad the Ancestral Witches kept getting when he acted with his emotions. But he hated that coward, betrayer. He did not want her as a partner, he wanted her dead.
And then, there was Icy. She was the reason he was free now. He remembered how she took the news earlier. He was not surprised by her reaction. He was expecting this outrage. Day by day, it was becoming more visible to him how incredibly proud this young girl was. Valtor suddenly had the idea that Icy would prefer to be on her own forever, if Griffin became superior in his eyes. He had no idea where she would go, but she would certainly not stay.
Thinking this made him restless all of a sudden. He was getting used to her presence. He was getting used to all of the three, but for some reason Icy stood in a different place for him than the other two. And why was that, exactly? He could not answer this, and it made him angry. He liked it when things were obvious and clear. He had no time for complications.
First of all, he liked how she was not afraid of him. The other two were always nervous in his presence; they would play with their hair and avoid eye contact. Icy looked into his eyes directly, she was not afraid to disagree with him, and she believed herself to be her equal, even though she never said it out loud. And she shared his desire to achieve something. She was completely focused and would go to any lengths to get whatever she wants. They were very similar in all these, Valtor thought.
But she was also incredibly, relentlessly cold. She had passion but it was frozen, her every move was carefully planned and controlled. Valtor, on the other hand, felt himself like a volcano, ready to explode. He had spent seventeen years inside that damned block of ice, but his mind was on fire all the time. It was literally hell. That was, until another block of ice came for his rescue.
Valtor got up and poured himself a glass of wine. The hour was getting late and he still had no plan for tomorrow. Thinking of the old woman made him uncomfortable and he drank the wine quickly. Then he poured another one. Then another.
Then he was dreaming about something colder to drink..
Icy tossed and turned in her bed for two hours. At one point, she had given up trying to sleep. Even though her body was very tired, her mind was incredibly alert and irritable. She was thinking of what Valtor had revealed and almost regretted leaving his room so soon. She got up and checked herself in the mirror. The sight instantly put her in a better mood. She did not think she was perfect, her breasts were not that incredible, in comparison to Darcy's C cup, and she did not have the gorgeous lips of Stormy. But she was the tallest and the fittest, and her pale and cold exterior was her trademark.
She suddenly craved ice cream, and having nothing to do, decided to go ahead with it. She had no worries about weight gain, she was always physically very active. A minute later she was walking the dark, gloomy corridors of Cloud Tower, heading to the kitchen. She passed by some students who looked like sleepwalking zombies. At the sight of her, they stopped whispering and stood ready to take an order. But Icy did not pay any attention. She lighted the purple lights when she arrived at the kitchen. In Cloud Tower, there were no white or yellow lights that hurt the eye. The lamps shone in a purple, sometimes maroon color, which helps you to see in front of you, while setting the right mood for witching.
She was slowly eating the vanilla ice cream with her mind elsewhere, when she heard some footsteps. Someone was also hungry, and Icy was surprised to see who that someone was. Valtor blinked in confusion at the sight of her. Icy also realized his eyes were sleepy and he could hardly stand still. Was he drinking?
"Why are you not sleeping?"
It was an harmless, ordinary question. Required an ordinary answer.
"I wanted some ice cream."
Valtor stood silence for a minute, and smiled to her almost warmly.
"We had quite a conversation earlier. I just hope that, there are no hard feelings?"
Icy put down the spoon and got up, moving towards the door.
"There are no 'feelings' in the first place. Partners in crime do not have to be sentimental."
Valtor moved closer to her and pointed in the direction of his office.
"I want to continue our conversation."
Icy blinked. Was this an order? It was past midnight, and he was inviting her to his room. Could he have something in mind? But no, there were hundreds of young girls in this tower, all belonging to him. He wouldn't dare to disrespect her like this. On the other hand…
She agreed. As they were walking, Icy silently observed the man. She was not the type who gets easily impressed, she clearly did not fall for anyone, but this was an incredibly beautiful man. His porcelain skin, sharp cheekbones and blue eyes were quite a sight. Darcy was already crazy for his looks which made Icy annoyed, she could not stand her acting like a lovesick teen. Stormy kept things more to herself, but there was no way she was not impressed.
The thing Icy was impressed with was not his cheekbones or elegance, but his aura. He had the spark of the dragon flame, but it was darker. Darker than the spark she had stolen from Bloom. This was something different, and it was so attractive to her on a spiritual level. She was covered in ice, inside and out, and she needed the fire like oxygen.
Being near Valtor was making her more complete, more powerful, more real.
She had to be his companion.
They entered the office, and Icy remembered that she was still angry about the thing with Griffin. She stood in the way. Had she cease to exist, then she could be the top witch in Cloud Tower, be Valtor's partner, and balance the fire with her ice. Even the thought of it made her breathless. No such thing had ever occured in history. Fire always clashed with ice, but what if they were united?
Valtor took off his jacket. Icy was used to this movement by now, and it was a pleasant sight since his tight shirt made his hard muscles visible. Then she realized she was wearing a really short, laced nightgown. She was not the kind to get embarassed, but this really was inappropriate.
"Valtor, I do not accept being inferior to Griffin. Whatever you say will not change my mind. "
She felt herself really daring all of a sudden. She came really close to him and put her hand to his chest.
"I am Belladonna's heir. Does that mean nothing to you? The Dragon Fire is my destiny. I just came to realize that the way for it was not stealing it from a fairy, but merging with Him, instead."
Valtor could feel a chill on his chest, where her hand was resting. He recognized the passion in her voice since it was very similar to the core of his being.
"I can do this. I may be young, but I am the most powerful witch this tower ever produced. I am not asking you for this. I will be your partner."
How pathetic was that old, cowardly woman, compared to this? Valtor had never been impressed by a woman in his life. But this self confidence, the control she had over her voice, making it sound like cold steel. She was really different from the other two.
"What about your sisters? Wouldn't they be a competition?"
She contemplated this for a minute.
"Just assuming you took me as your partner. If I suspect something sneaky of them, I would not hesitate to rip their hearts right off their chests.
Valtor blinked. She had spoken very calmly but one could hear the passion beneath. This woman was not joking. If only she was more experienced, he would never, ever hesitate to sign the contract with her. But right now his mind was elsewhere. He was not thinking about his ultimate goal or anything about the future. He was completely focused on the present moment.
He wanted this girl.
He acted very quickly. He pushed her to the ground, placed himself over her. And then he stopped. He waited for her reaction. This girl deserved respect.
Feeling the dark fire aura around her, Icy was basically craving for the man on top of her. She whispered to him to continue, and closed her eyes, visualizing the great dragon. She wanted to surrender to his fiery breath. When he was inside her, it made her feel one with that fire, and the sensation was ecstatic. When she orgasmed, she realized this was her destiny. Valtor was hers.
He was sharing the feeling of ecstacy while he was inside her, and could not open his eyes. This girl was the living incarnation of winter itself. Her aura fit with his, like a missing piece of a puzzle. This was her destiny. He needed this winter to survive.