The Gromm's royal gala.
- I never thought I would come back here, the place where it all started. Like a princess! Luz exclaimed excitedly. Trying to run inside her, she was stopped by a bony hand.
The girl turned to meet Phillips: "Manliness makes the princess; don't forget niece; now you're a princess." I reproach the old man. So she tries to keep up appearances for now. You can run all you want when the gala ends.
But I want to do it now. Luz huffed. I haven't had the opportunity to move like that since my pregnancy. I need to release some stress with violence and action.
Phillips looked at her carefully for a moment before flashing a short smile. "Then you must be looking forward to the masquerade that the harpy queen is preparing." Luz began to nod quickly. "The dances, the mystery of not knowing who is behind the mask." Luz's eyes widened with excitement. - The heat of duels between two naked souls, leaving everything in battle.
Luz felt like her eyes were so dilated with emotion that they seemed about to jump out of her sockets. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Come on, yesssss! her internal voice screamed with excitement for becoming her external voice.
Philip smiled again. "I guess you're also ready to see the royal family of Hibralt again," Philip provoked. All the emotion on Luz's face vanished in an instant; the girl had forgotten about Hibralt for a moment. Was she ready to do this? to see Amity again, no longer as hers, but more of her as her faithful knight, if not on equal terms.
You can still cancel her invitation if this is too much for you, Luz. Phillip suggested, "I'll tell Eda no."
-No! Don't worry, I'll attend; I just need a moment to mentally prepare. Luz interrupted him. There is no need to cancel my attendance; she is a masquerade after all. I don't think the princess will be able to recognize me among all the guests, right?
"It's a possibility, dear niece, a really low one considering the future scenario of the party." Philip sighed. Eda loves to see the shine in the things around her, but Raine, on the other hand, has always had a penchant for applying a more personal touch and something mystical to his creations. Emphasize the mystery with low lighting; let the moon be the spotlight on her stage; and let the music move the hearts and souls of her guests.
"It's a strange contrast between the two," Philip murmured, pretending to balance something between his hands. "Each one gives the other something that creates a balance; they don't fight; they just discuss their points of view until one of them gives in to what the other wants.
Luz looked at the floor thoughtfully before looking at her uncle. Do you think Hunter and I could be like this one day?" she asked. The old man laughed for a second before answering the girl's question.
Yes and no; don't expect to be exactly like them, niece. Each couple must find their own halfway point, iron out the rough edges, and finally work to reach their goal, which is to be a stable couple full of love for each other. Philip finished, starting to walk towards one of the corridors. You are still young; you will find what you are looking for, maybe today or in the distant future. Now just worry about having fun at the gala.
"Place!" she exclaimed, starting to follow him in the preparations.
************Amity************
The sound of two swords echoed in the vicinity of the room, and a smell of earth and salt permeated the air as two people clashed their weapons with deadly force behind them.
On one side was the youngest princess of the Hibralt kingdom, while on the other side was her training partner, the strongest knight of the Consortia kingdom. It had been two long years since Amity had started training her, and despite her mother's opposition, she had done everything she could to stick with her plan.
Looking at herself in front of her mirror, she could see every aspect of her that was changing over time. He saw her hands that had ceased to be smooth and delicate; they had become calloused from wielding a sword every day. She ran her fingers through her hair, forgetting for a moment that she had cut it to fight better. The sweet look in her eyes had changed. for one that reflected the fire that burned with anger against the man who had taken her from her light, from her knight.
"Amity, you can stop now! a voice called to her, bringing her back from her thoughts. You should rest for now; no matter how strong you get, if you are tired, you will be easy prey.
"I know, Willow," Amity replied, looking down at her hands. "It's just that." . . Her mind wandered again.
You still think about going to a gala, right? Do you plan to challenge the person who defeated Luz that day? Willow questioned him, shaking her head. Do you even have an idea of what she looks like? She raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
He is a tall man with blonde hair, a tired look, and a scar on his face. Rumors about him say that he is an exceptional duelist who has defended the honor of the kingdom of Fulgore since its function. Amity frowned when mentioning the name of that nation, spitting on the ground in disgust. Those brutes dared to form a kingdom after all they did to the other nations.
Looting, genocide, regicide, and the destruction of multiple kingdoms How can the rest of the nations consider that they deserve to be one more kingdom, like us? Amity exclaimed furiously, feeling how anger began to take over her.
Willow touched her on the shoulder to calm her down. "They didn't, princess; most of the nations didn't want to give in to this request; many even thought of joining forces to end the barbarians, but," the knight sighed, "the war cost us more than the barbarians; they had already amassed a lot of power by the end of the conflict while we were on our last legs; everyone was too exhausted to refuse; this was a more lasting way out than trying to fight and losing what little we still had left. No king would risk a revolt if he refused the request of the barbarian king Belos.
That was the only option there was. Willow finished speaking, letting go of the princess's shoulder and leaving the room. "The kingdom consists of its people, and a king must ensure the safety of all of them." I muttered before closing the door behind him, leaving the princess alone.
Amity remained lying on the warm ground, looking at the sky, stretching her hand to the sky, imagining for a moment that someone was holding her hand. The figure of Luz materialized in front of her with her hand extended towards her. "My knight," she mumbled with a smile, taking the offered hand.
Amity danced under the sunset next to her apparition, sometimes feeling that she really was. To the sound of her heart, the princess allowed herself to smile honestly. Under closed doors and far from the eyes of Odalia and her court, she continued dancing until she fell exhausted to the ground.
"Soon we'll be back, and no one will ever separate us again," she promised herself, leaving the room to get ready for the gala.
The day of the gala ************
It was the dawn of a new day in Alvain; the bustle of the city flooded the wings of the castle, and with the serfs still making last-minute preparations, there seemed to be no end to the masses moving from one place to another. Philip watched from a window as the masses of people gathered in the streets.
"Is the Belos crown heavy?" a voice called him. You were never the type of person who liked to flaunt luxurious and shiny things.
That would be more of your wife, Eda. Philip looked sideways at the man; that was Raine Whispers, a thin man with short hair who loved the harmony of sound regardless of his origin. - Our definition of luxuries is very different, and the value of each thing is different in our eyes.
"What is then a luxury for you, Belos?" The thin man inquired, gaining the old man's attention for a moment: "What is a luxury for me, you ask?
A luxury is being able to be in the company of my brothers and relatives; a luxury is being able to eat without fearing poison and the dagger; a luxury is being able to close my eyes without thinking about the murderer who is leaning out from the balcony in my window. Belos points at him, walking past Raine.
"And please make sure someone cleans up the mess in my room; you might want to burn the sheets," Belos finally muttered. Raine felt a chill at hearing him say those words, and a smell of iron emanated from the room where the old warrior had spent the night.
The king's hand trembled for a moment as he touched the handle; the door slowly creaked before revealing the interior of the chamber, and Raine wished he had called the servants sooner as he saw the scene before his eyes. Two bodies were motionless on the ground, both wearing light armor, but what was most striking was how Belos had taken care of them.
The old man had stabbed them with their own swords after breaking every limb, the look of terror in the dead eyes telling him all he needed to know. Raine shook her head and called for the maids to clean up the mess. The legacy of Belos is really terrifying; it's good that I never had to face him personally.
Belos was at the table, sitting with his family, waiting for the food to be served. A couple of screams of horror could then be heard from the corridors of the room. Philip outlined a smile that disturbed the rest of the people on the table.
Stop laughing, Belos! How many went?" Queen Eda asked, chewing hard. Philip just laughed a little more, raising two fingers for the woman to see. Save yourself the explanations, Philip, and pray to the titan that whatever stained the room can be removed or...
Don't worry, Eda, I'll replace anything I've broken or stained with my little mishaps. The old monarch interrupted him. You should be more concerned about safety and that incompetent Wrath; I found him sleeping during the watches. You know very well that the gala is today, and the safety of the guests will depend on you and your guards.
Philip pointed out to Eda, souring her mood for a moment: "You don't need to remind me, Philip, Raine is too immersed in all this; I haven't had much rest with my darling since then." The woman growled, picking up her glass and emptying it in seconds before hitting her against the table: "But all that finally ends today, and the next gala will be the problem of another kingdom; good for them; all the attention and prestige are not worth the migraines I'm having.
The harpy queen massaged her aching forehead, focusing her gaze on Luz-Nia. I hope you never have to go through this." Belos laughed at Eda's comment. "What's so funny?
"You wish him never to have to go through this, but Hunter is the next in my line to the throne," the old man replied. "But don't worry, unlike your dear, I'm not opposed to leaving the planning in the hands of someone else." How to say capable and creative: Philip raised his glass; it doesn't matter; let's toast to a successful gala.
For a successful gala, Philip, may the titan cover us from minor and major mishaps. Eda responded by raising her glass: "Nothing can go wrong.
"Mom, no! screamed the little prince. "That's bad luck, mom; if you say that nothing can go wrong, it always does somehow." I tried to point it out to her mother, but the woman ignored her son's comment.
Those things are just old King legends; none of them are real. The harpy queen assured her baby Come on, Philip, tell him.
As you can be so sure, Edalyn, every legend originates from some past event. Philip replied to what the woman was saying: "Both your son and you are right about this; you should not discard the words of the little prince. After all, he is still the grandson of that old hermit.
Eda frowned upon hearing about that person—that old viper from Rodan! "She has nothing to do with my child!" I exclaimed angrily. "Raine and that jerk don't share a single drop of blood.
Certainly none of that matters, but you cannot deny that the blood of the dreamers of the sand runs through their veins, the sleeping scholars of Shandwarva. Belos emphasized to Eda that that is the closest thing to magic in this world, seeing small fragments of a future possible through deep sleep.
Just keep your son's words in mind; one day he will sit on your throne just like Hunter will on mine. Belos finished his sentence, getting up from the table to leave. "Now I apologize; I need to prepare for the great night, and your Eda should do the same." As the queen, it is your duty to receive the guests and shake hands with each and every one of them.
"Agh, whatever you say, I'll put more guards in the halls and hallways." Eda reluctantly agreed to her son's request. The gala was a couple of hours away, but Eda felt like it was about to happen. "If only there was enough wine to silence the voices of those damned nobles," he growled again, raising his empty glass. - You! Pour me more now," she growled to the nearest servant, tipping his glass once more and enjoying the sting in his throat.
Is it okay to drink before the party? Luz, who was still in the room, questioned her for acting, but the woman laughed: "It really matters, girl; everyone will be drunk by the time the first hour of the gala ends.
Not yet. Luz wanted to say more, but the woman interrupted him.
-Shhhh shhh, don't say more, my girl; I can keep my composure quite well with a couple of drinks on me; you don't need to worry about me. Eda let out a small burp. Sorry about that girl, but back to you: what do you plan to use at the party?
Good Aunt Eda... I didn't—the girl began to move on her site. Eda smiled, somewhat moved by the scene.
"You had not thought, right?" the woman inquired, and the girl shook her head. Eda sighed.
"Don't worry too much about it; come with me," the queen indicated with a smile, leading her through the corridors until she reached a room that Luz had seen a couple of times.
Both girls entered what was Eda's clothing closet, a place completely dedicated to the queen and king's clothes. "Just give me a moment to take out that particular item of clothing." She began to search among the piles of clothes until she found What I was looking for—this is what I wanted to give you, girl. Luz looked at the garment for a few seconds before taking it in her hands. Do you like girls?
Eda asked her, and Luz hesitated for a moment. "I love it! Thank you, Aunt Eda!" she exclaimed, taking the woman in a hug. Eda returned the hug, feeling a slight nostalgia for hugging the girl. "Look how much your girl Camila has grown; she is already quite a little woman," she murmured in her head.
"How did you get it?" Luz asked the queen with bright and expectant eyes. Eda stroked his head before answering, recalling the moment: "It was something I saw many years ago during my first Gromm gala. There was a particular knight who had been assigned to serve during the party, and as the theme of the party was costumes, she made a costume like the one you see. She said that she was a princess fairy knight; everyone took it with grace, but I fell in love with that outfit that she was wearing (and dancing with, of course).
And then you asked him when the party was over? The girl inquired again, and Eda shook her head. "No, girl, that knight withdrew before she could do it, but luckily she managed to obtain the designs from the tailor that she had made.
Eda looked at the suit with a nostalgic look. "This is a replica of the original, and now it's yours, girl; she never looked good on me but you." Eda took the girl by the chin: "You'll look great in it; you have no idea.
"How can you be so sure?" Luz questioned the woman, and she outlined something almost maternal that made the girl feel ashamed.
I know, because that knight was your mother Camila. Eda's hand caressed the girl's cheek for a moment before squeezing it gently. I see so much of her in you, Luz, and I'm glad to know that her daughter grew up to be a great person as she was in life.
Thank you, Aunt Eda. Luz under her face, hiding the shame she felt for the queen's compliments.
"Well, girl, it's almost time. Go get ready before it gets late. I'll stay a little longer to choose what I'll wear to the party," Eda told Luz as she looked askance at a blood-red dress with bare back and shoulders. Or yes, it's time to take this bad girl out for a walk. The woman smiled, taking the dress in her hands, ready to destroy all the looks of the guests and diners.
************ The night of the gala ************
And how do I look? Luz looked at her husband, waiting for her answer. You look as beautiful as the first day I saw you on that battlefield. He replied with a smile that set fire to the girl's cheeks.
"You're an idiot, Hunter," she yelled, hitting her arm.
"But I'm your idiot, my little soldier," he or she whispered into her ear, adding fuel to the fire. Luz wanted to run at that moment, but she was taken by the waist.
"Tell me, Luz, will you give me the honor of granting me a piece when we are in the ballroom?" Hunter asked her. Luz stuttered for a moment, trying to get up the courage to tell him that, but her harpy queen interrupted them.
Yes, child, my precious student will dance all you want with you, but not before this young lady—Eda pointed to herself—has a little action with her girlfriend.
Eda! Light screamed, but the woman was already dragging her to the track. All the eyes of the guests closed on them the moment they entered the room.
Many murmurs, muffled voices, and looks of both envy and lasciviousness turned toward Luz y Eda. "Come on girl, it's not your first rodeo; just take my hand and let the music guide you," the harpy queen advised her, but she made sure to guide her niece just the same.
"Eda, you move very fast; I can't keep up with you," Luz mumbled, trying with all her might not to fall to the ground and end up embarrassing herself and Hunter.
Don't worry, just lean on me a bit. Eda sighed, gently pulling the girl, sticking her to her search. Tell me, Luz, can you hear my heart beating from the happiness I feel? Listen, my girl. Luz obeyed the queen, beginning to hear the woman's heart beating. Eda had slowed her pace to allow the girl a little rest. Starting a slow waltz, they both continued dancing for a couple more minutes until the song ended, giving way to the next tune on the list.
Thanks, Luz, that was fun. Eda thanked the girl, patting her on the back. Now I wonder where she is.
-Excuse me, Madame, would you allow me this piece? -Raine called from behind her, "My queen of heaven." She extended her hand to Eda, and she took it, starting a new waltz between the two of them. Luz looked at them, happy to see the couple finally reunited after the sea of masks that was this party.
Hunter, where are you? Luz sighed, trying to find her husband among the masses. She took a seat to recover her strength. Not far away, someone was looking for the same person as Luz.
Amity made her way through the waves of masked people that surrounded her, her two brothers next to her doing the same. "I can't believe mom made us come to this damn event," Emira growled. "She could be on the Hibralt plains watching the birds migrate with Viney, but no! Mama said that we all had to come without complaining.
"Stop complaining, Emira; you were the one who spent all your vacation opportunities on silly trips; Edric is also here, and I don't see him crying about it." Amity scolded her sister; Emira only grunted unintelligible things that her younger sister decided to ignore. Amity had a goal, after all.
"Now if I were a barbaric blonde, where would I hide?" The girl wondered, but it didn't take long for her to notice her victim; unfortunately, Emira had done the same before her.
Hey sweetie, you come here a lot. Emira was already at her side flirting with her. I see a ring, but I don't see the girl with the twin of this one. She smiled at him, taking him playfully by the arm. Why don't you dance a little with me?
"I shouldn't; I'm a married man," the blond replied, but that didn't stop her from moving on.
It will only be a small dance; after all, this is a masquerade, and its purpose is to be able to have fun without all those moral and rank ties. Emira whispered in her ear, "I am you; you are me. Who is the true and the false of the two of us? She tugged once more, finally leading him to the track the same way Eda had done with Luz.
Emira had led the blond onto the floor next to him, holding his hand, and they both began the slow waltz tune, with Emira glued to Hunter's chest for most of the dance. The music then changed to a lower tune, and everyone quickened their steps under the wilder tone that the music took.
Emira smiled, feeling energized by the tone that the orchestra was having. She separated from Hunter's chest, provoking her prince with her dance to be more aggressive with her. The princess of Hibralt approached and moved away from the prince of Fulgore. With smiles and half flirtations, she told him with her body to let himself go and take whatever he wanted from her.
Hunter could only feel the warm mint-scented breath every time Emira got close to him. Every time she got close to him, his mind clouded over as he inhaled her essence, and it was only when he felt the touch of her lips that he was able to wake up. I push her away as gently as possible, breathing forcefully. "It's not correct, Emira; I already have Luz and you have...
Emira smiled, covering her mouth with a finger. "There's no need to say more; I'm glad to know that Luz was able to find someone like you." She uncovered her eyes so he could see them. "Thank you for taking care of my friend," she returned to cover his eyes with his mask. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go with my brother," she whispered, moving away from him and walking towards him to ask him for a dance.
Hunter sighed in relief as he watched her go, not really knowing how close he had come to falling for her. "I need to clear my head a bit," he muttered to himself, walking to the mourning wheels the harpy queen had made in the castle garden.
The voices and screams of multiple people filled the air in the area; the smell of iron and salt permeated the environment, and Hunter couldn't feel more comfortable with that. - Look! The little prince decides to honor us with his presence. A mocking voice was heard coming from the man who organized the fights. He has tired of the high lineage and decides to go down to see the poor mortals.
"Keep your comments and give me a sword." The blond growled, intimidating the man for a moment. "Or maybe you're afraid that I'll end the competition." Hundreds of mocking laughs echoed throughout the site.
"There is no way the little prince is going to hit us; run for your lives; no, please," the voices commented sarcastically in the presence of Hunter. But a sword was finally provided for him. - Very good, guys! This is a tournament, so pay attention to what I say.
They will face each other in different groups, and the winner of each group will fight with the one from the neighboring group at the end. The rules are as follows: No dirty tricks, neither hitting the opponent on the ground nor attacking from behind, and finally, once you fall to the ground, you are out. The man finished explaining, clearing his throat. "Very good first challenger of a step forward."
Hunter mentally prepared himself to start the battle. A young nobleman entered the circle, holding his sword. "Do you really want to do this?" he asked the young man, looking directly at his face. The young man backed away slowly under Hunter's gaze until he was out of the circle, marking the victory for the blonde.
"We have a winner!" the voice of the old man exclaimed. "Let the next one happen! He raised his voice again to call the next challenger. An elderly nobleman entered the arena, dragging his weapon as he stared at Hunter. The boy swallowed under the intense gaze projected by the old nobleman.
My name is Mason, former King of Foresta—the old man introduced himself—and I have come to teach you a lesson, rascal, for my granddaughter! The man burst into anger, rushing at him. In the blink of an eye, Mason had shortened the distance between them, slamming against the ground. The creaking of the wood could be heard. "Not bad kid, but you can dodge this!" He turned, giving an ascending cut that quickly fell to a descending cut. Hunter tried to cover himself from the attack, but the old man's strength was greater than he thought; his sword began to crack under the impact, but Mason did not think of giving the blond a rest; raising his sword again, he attacked Hunter again.
Hunter was almost sent out of the arena, barely managing to slow down, but Mason didn't see it that way. It's the end, you brat. Give up or die! exclaimed the old king, pointing his sword at the blonde and starting to walk in his direction before starting to run, giving a strong jump, and pounced to deliver the final blow.
But someone had stopped him; a masked man was among them, stopping the blow of the old monarch. "Are you okay, kid? The masked man asked him, and Hunter mumbled a weak yes because of the pain he felt. "Well, it doesn't seem like it, and as for you," he directed his attention to Mason, "it's time to go; you've had too much to drink and you're causing a ruckus." The man's voice firmly reproached the old man for his actions.
"But my granddaughter," he mumbled,
Your granddaughter has been married for decades, and she didn't even come to the gala. I replied, "Now let's go; you already did too much." Mason tried to protest more, but the man had no problem dragging him away, thus marking the victory of the blonde again and leaving him only one victory over facing the winner of group B.
Very well, people, our little prince has had luck on his side so far, but there is only one more battle left to decide the winner of the group, and now we will have a battle between princes. Fulgore against Hibralt! Who will be the strongest prince in this tournament? The voice of the presenter resounded in the room, drawing the attention of a certain person in the neighboring group.
I finally found you, son of a bitch. I'm getting closer to you, Luz. That person murmured, concentrating on finishing his fight and preparing for the next one. "Win or lose against Edric, I'll have my answers, damn," she assured inside her.
In the arena, both princes looked at each other as they walked in circles, and without saying a word, an uncomfortable silence formed between them, a silence that Edric ended up breaking: "Do you remember me, barbarian? He asked Hunter.
I'm sorry, but who are you? I don't remember you well, but you seem familiar to me. Hunter answered honestly, but that wasn't the answer Edric expected or wanted.
- I was there! - the burst brandishing his sword against the blonde - the day you took her, I was there and I couldn't do anything for her - Edric put as much force as he could into the clash of swords, Hunter felt like they had made him back a couple of centimeters with that blow - You don't know how much I regretted having been able to help her - she exploded against him again, lashing out with her sword once, being left at a crossroads, she could look Hunter in the eye.
Where is it? Where is she? Luz Noceda, where did you take her? He asked her again. Hunter smiled, slowly remembering who he was.
"Losers have no right to demand anything, Prince Blight." Hunter began to apply force in his grip, pushing his opponent to the corner of the ring. "She is mine, and that is the only thing that should matter to you." He gave one last push, taking Edric out of the ring and marking his last victory.
Hunter sighed, exhausted, catching his breath. "Please be someone friendly next," he begged. He closed his eyes for a moment to rest while he prepared the next arena for the tournament final.
Hey Hunter! A sweet voice called him; he looked askance at the voice, finding his wife. How did your battles go? She asked, resting the boy's head between his legs.
"Bad, so to speak," he replied, making Luz raise an eyebrow but continuing talking before she said anything. "The first one was easy; I didn't even really fight, but it was the second and third where I had problems.
What thing do you lose? Hunter shook his head at the question.
I faced a really strong old man who almost defeated me, but I was saved by a dark guy much more than your Luz. He emphasized this: that man ended up taking my opponent, and Hunter let out a sigh. The third meeting was with Edric.
The name came out of his mouth, almost slipping: "I ask about you; where were you? He seemed very sorry for having helped you that day; I think Emira never told him about you and their meetings," he pointed to Luz.
I don't know whether to be happy or upset about it, but it doesn't matter anymore. Luz sighed. Maybe I should talk to him and explain things to him. Hunter looked at her for a few moments.
"You look so beautiful when you're so determined," he complimented the girl.
- Hunter! What are you saying?" she yelled, still embarrassed by the blonde's compliments. "Go fight at once; the arena is already finished." She stammered, pushing the blonde to get up.
Just one thing, Luz—he took her by the waist, stealing a kiss from the girl before running to face the finalist of group B.
Amity watched the blond go up to the arena; she felt how his blood boiled to have him in front of her; the bastard who had stolen the light from her was so close to her. She wanted with all her might to kill him on the spot, but she still needed his answers. Where was Luz?
The bell rang, and Amity threw herself with all her might against Hunter, the sand shaking for a moment as both weapons collided. The princess wanted to ask him the same thing as her brother, but she refrained from doing it with her willpower; she had to be focused on the combat, and she could question everything she wanted later.
"I don't think he can win this!" he exclaimed in his head, his arms on fire from his previous fights; worn out, he could barely stand up against the person he was facing at that moment. Amity lashed out at him, not giving a moment's relief or rest to the man who had stolen the light from her. She attacked every blind spot or opening he showed her, slowly corralling him into a corner.
"It's the barbaric end; surrender or die without honor, Fulgore's dog," she exclaimed, but without giving him the opportunity to answer, she launched a lunge at Hunter, planting the point in his stomach and following up with a kick to his chest, ending the fight.
But she still didn't have enough; he hadn't suffered just enough. Amity jumped, looking to pin the man to the arena floor, but someone parried her blow. She thus started a new fight against this person that she could not recognize from the mask on her face.
That person leaned next to Hunter, whispering something to him that made him nod weakly, while Amity was ignored by the two of them.
Stand down! This is between him and me!" Amity exclaimed, in an attempt to dissuade the person who had defended the barbarian lying on the ground from backing down. She then saw his eyes, and she took her sword to face him. What are you doing? "Are you going to defend him?" she asked him, but that person did not answer.
Both swords collided with each other; small splinters sprouted from the strongest blows, while neither seemed to want to give up. The punches of the person she was facing, Amity, were so familiar that, for some reason, she felt as if she had seen them before. Strength and elegance were highlighted in each cut and thrust that her rival made against her.
Just get out of the way! She stops protecting him. Amity demands the person, but she is ignored again without receiving an answer. Tired, she puts all the strength she has left into one last blow against that person. The dry crack of wood resounded throughout the room as Amity looked down at her now unusable weapon.
"You've lost Blight; now withdraw." The voice of her rival was finally heard, ordering her to withdraw at once. Amity felt the urge to run against that person and hit them with her fists, but she felt something grab her arm. Princess Amity, it's time to go.
Her escort called out to her, stopping any attempt to retaliate against Hunter and his guard dead in their tracks. Amity just gritted her teeth to keep from screaming; she had been so close to her, and now she was back to zero leads, thanks to that person. ********
- Necesitas una mano mi prncipe o tal vez un hombro para recargarse- Luz le ofreció bromeando su mano a Hunter- después de todo sigo siendo un caballero que sirve a una corona.
and my amazing wife, to add.
I know, it's part of the Noceda care package. Luz puffed out her chest with false pride, and Hunter rolled his eyes at his wife's bravado. But seriously, let me give you a hand; you don't seem like you can get up on your own. She insisted on helping him, taking his arm.
Thank you, my knight. How could I thank you?—the murmur of her playing with her Luz eyed him for a moment.
"I'm sure we can reach an agreement, my prince," she said, taking Hunter's hand and kissing it gently.
"I promise you will not disagree with my request, my sweet prince," she whispered, causing the young prince to blush. All this was seen by the princess of Hibralt as she left her enclosure.
"Those bastards, interfering with my plans and flirting to my face," the girl growled, muttering between her teeth. She took advantage of a distraction from her guard to escape from him and run after them.
Luz and Hunter were exhausted from everything they had done that day. Hunter had been dancing for hours with Emira and fighting against really strong people while Luz had spent her big night at Eda's side, hearing stories from the harpy queen's past, including how she had earned the nickname queen. harpy Both of them were really exhausted when they noticed that someone was following them closely.
Amity was behind them, walking quietly at a safe distance so as not to be discovered. She saw them enter a room. I wait a couple of minutes before approaching, sticking her ear to the door. I hear the laughter, the frolicking, and slight moans accompanied by small grunts of pleasure from both of them. But what caught her eye was the prince's mate, so familiar in so many ways with hers. "My light," she swallowed bitterly as the thought crossed her mind.
Amity wanted to scream in rage at the thought of that, but she needed visual confirmation. With fear and trembling, I look into the room through the keyhole. Her entire body felt livid, and an icy rage invaded her when she saw her without her mask next to the prince.
to her next to him.
The same way he was with her in the past.
She was now with him.
Amity wanted for a moment to enter and snatch it away, but it was when she saw his eyes that she knew that he had never followed them. He let her do it, and the princess understood when their eyes met: "It is not pleasant to spy on others, Princess Blight," she could read in her lips.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to cry. She stepped back to withdraw; she had lost the battle but not the war.
A blight only surrenders in the worst circumstances, and she still had a long way to go to reach that point.
* Well, we finally got this thing out, a little longer than the previous ones, although it's not my style to get them out that long. I almost divided it into parts to have two chapters, but in the end it stayed like that and there was no way to read it.
The first son of Luz was finally born, and I still cannot decide what to call him.
* Luz is defending her man from the crazy ex of hers; it almost looks like Scott Pilgrim vs. the world.
* How many chapters do you think this will have left, guys?
* And that's all. That's all for now. Let's see how long it takes for the next chapter. They already know every comment (complaint, mooring, curse, or suggestion) in the box at the end of the chapter.