Chapter 11
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"We are going to leave the world better than we found it." — Daenerys Targaryen
Enzuk POV
I lay next to Isabella in complete awe, captivated by the delicate sight of her slumbering figure. The delicate curves of her bare breasts, adorned by the gentle caress of silk sheets, seemed to dance in harmony with her rhythmic breathing. Each rise and fall, a testament to her peaceful state, whispered a symphony of contentment into the air.
As I gazed upon her serene face, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. She was not just a mere lover, but a cherished possession that belonged solely to me. The depth of my adoration for Isabella knew no bounds. She was not just beautiful, but a rare gem that possessed a radiance unmatched by any other. Her uniqueness, both in appearance and spirit, set her apart from the rest of the world. She was my muse, my inspiration, and the very essence of my existence.
I never knew that I could feel such…love. Such deep passion. My mate was stunning.
I felt a deep sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the privilege of being the one to witness her vulnerability, her innermost desires, and the unspoken secrets that lay hidden within her soul. She said she loved me. She returned my feelings. I smiled.
She had chosen me, and in return, I vowed to protect and cherish her with every fiber of my being. I softly murmured Isabella's name as I gently traced my finger along the curve of her lower lip. "You belong to me. Now and forever."
No one else could ever come close to comparing. Placing a tender kiss on her forehead, I reluctantly pulled myself away from her. I had to make a journey to Melxa. I knew he wouldn't be pleased with my actions, but I couldn't continue living a lie. It was time to face the truth and embrace the undeniable bond I shared with Isabella.
No longer could I pretend that Isabella wasn't meant for me, that she wasn't my destined mate. The love I had been feigning for someone else was nothing but a charade, a pretense that I could no longer uphold. Isabella deserved better than that, and I refused to stand by and let others mistreat her. With determination fueling my every step, I embarked on the journey to Melxa, fully aware of the challenges that awaited me.
I opened the doors to Melxa's lab, the familiar scent of chemicals filling the air. As I stepped inside, my eyes immediately landing on Melxa who was hunched over a microscope, completely absorbed in his work. It was a sight I had grown accustomed to, for he was always engrossed in his scientific pursuits. However, something seemed different this time.
Melxa finally tore his gaze away from the microscope and faced me with a look of concern. His eyes bore into mine, and I could sense that he had something important to say. I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease, unsure of what was about to unfold.
"What?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. Melxa raised an eyebrow, his silence urging me to explain myself further.
"You tell me."
When I remained silent, Melxa cleared his throat.
"Ok. I'll start. Where is she?" he inquired, his words laced with an urgency that caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing, before finally gathering the courage to respond.
"I...have her," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of my confession hung heavily in the air, and I braced myself for Melxa's inevitable reaction.
"Yes I am well aware. Allow me to rephrase my question. Why is she not here in the lab where she belongs? Eznuk-" he began, but I interrupted him, unable to contain my emotions any longer.
"I can't do it anymore, Melxa," I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. His narrowed eyes searched mine, trying to comprehend the depth of my turmoil.
"Do what?" he asked, his tone softening slightly. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before continuing.
"Pretend she means nothing to me," I confessed, my voice trembling with raw honesty. "Pretend that Isabella isn't my mate. I can't. I can't do it anymore." I expected Melxa to scold me, to remind me of the consequences, but instead, he surprised me by remaining silent, patiently listening to my outpouring of emotions. "She's my mate," I confessed.
The tremor in my voice betrayed every effort to maintain composure as the words clawed their way out, raw and heavy with unspoken torment. "I've spent so long trying to lie to myself, convincing my heart that she's nothing to me," I admitted, each syllable laced with an agonizing truth. "But denying it is like denying my very soul. Isabella isn't just someone I can turn my back on. She's my mate."
The breath hitched in my throat, and I braced for Melxa's rebuke, for the inevitable reminder of the dire consequences that shadowed such a forbidden bond. But Melxa, with eyes reflecting centuries of wisdom, did nothing of the sort. His silence enveloped the room, a gentle, patient void that swallowed my confession whole. And then, his voice, soft yet unwavering, filled the space between my fears and the harsh reality.
"Enzuk," Melxa finally spoke, his tone betraying none of the reprimand I feared, "the heart is no traitor. Love, even when it defies laws and logic, speaks a truth no custom or species can quiet. She is your mate, you say?" His question, simple yet profound, demanded no answer, for in my heart and his acknowledgment, the truth was already set free. "Your feelings do not make you a traitor," Melxa continued. "Love is a gift, not a betrayal, no matter whom its light may shine upon. But duty and desire often find themselves at odds."
"Yes. It does. I tried to see if Tanya was the one. I gave it a chance. But she makes me cringe. I can't stand the sight of her. And her touch...it disgusts me. Isabella is the only one I long for. She is mine. And I can't stand by and let her slip through my fingers. Not again. Not ever."
As the weight of my confession settled in the room, Melxa remained silent, his eyes filled with understanding. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "I was always aware of your feelings, Enzuk. It wasn't hard to miss. Especially since we have been friends for so long. And that is why I will keep what you just told me to myself. I do not think this is the time to reveal your feelings. Not to Aro. He's not above executing swift judgements. Our duty is first to truth - not to law or fear alone, but to the greater truths which laws often obscure. If Isabella stirs your soul as no other, then denying that truth would only breed regret. However," Melxa continued, raising a cautioning hand, "following your heart does not absolve you of responsibility. Far greater powers shape the destiny of our two kinds. You must find a way to honor your duty even as you honor your love."
I nodded.
"Your next step, is to bring her back to my lab before she is discovered with you. You may be adamant and willing to die for her, but that is not protecting her. You have to do what is best for Isabella. And that means bringing her back to this lab and keeping those feelings between you and her."
"I won't pretend to love someone else. I am done with that. And I won't shy away from a fight should it come to that."
"Hopefully it won't."
"I can't see how it won't. Unless Isabella and I leave this place. Leave Novis."
Melxa smiled. "Enzuk. You are speaking in passion. Admirable. However, let us consider the consequences. Do you honestly believe that Aro would permit such a plan? Even if you were able to confront the entire Realm, have you thought about Isabella's well-being? She is merely a human, fragile and defenseless. Our priority should be to bring her to safety first, and then we can strategize our next moves."
A perplexed expression crossed my face. Why on earth was Melxa standing by my side? Sure, he was my friend, but shouldn't he be attempting to dissuade me instead?
"Why are you acting like you are alright with this? Does it not surprise you that I have a human as a mate? I would have expected you to talk me out of it. But you seem welcoming of my and Isabella's union. Any other Omna would have called me crazy."
Melxa chuckled. "It is not a far-fetched idea that Omna and humans can be mates. As you know, we used to mate with humans at one time. Just because our realm forbids and frowns upon it now, does not mean it is not possible. Believe me, I think even the most powerful Omna can fall prey to the love of a human. Love is not partial. However, I strongly believe that now is not the opportune moment to confess your love for her to others. As hard as it may before for you, it is best to conceal it. She is currently in a good place, making significant strides in her life. If you were to reveal your feelings at this point, it could potentially jeopardize all the progress we have painstakingly made. It would put her back in harm's way, and we cannot afford to let that happen."
The very notion of stifling my love for Isabella was abhorrent, yet Melxa's words echoed with a chilling ring of truth. Recklessness was a luxury I could not afford, not when it could cast Isabella into the jaws of danger. A mere whisper of my affection could unleash turmoil, and I had to be ready to guard her against the ensuing storm. Fleeing Novis might become our only refuge. But the thought plagued me—where could we vanish where her laughter wouldn't be silenced by fear? As an Omna, my needs were clear, my nature second nature to me. But her human fragility was a delicate enigma I still grappled with. Melxa's counsel dug deep, urging me to proceed with caution, to weigh every outcome. Above all, Isabella's safety was the beacon guiding my every decision.
I locked eyes with Melxa, the weight of responsibility heavy in my chest. "You're right. I will prioritize her well-being above all else."
"What she needs," Melxa insisted, his voice threaded with conviction, "is for you to bring her back to this lab and let Aro continue to see her progress."
A shard of guilt pierced through me at that moment—I hadn't breathed a word to Melxa about last night's detour. I had spirited her away to the solace of my own domain. "Melxa," I started, my voice unsteady with hesitation, "there's something you should know about Isabella. What happened last night..."
Melxa's face clouded with concern as he asked, "Did something go wrong?"
I inhaled deeply, steeling myself to relay the series of regrettable events. "Initially, she managed quite well—only minor slip-ups. But as the night wore on, she became a target. A deliberate trip—I suspect it was Vorro's doing—sent Isabella tumbling, her hand injured in the fall, amidst the clatter of shattered dishes. And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, as she attempted to rise, someone else cruelly swept her feet from under her once more. Amidst their heartless laughter, my fury got the better of me."
Melxa raised an eyebrow, prompting further confession.
"I might have... let my anger get the better of me."
Disappointment tinged Melxa's tone. "Might have, or did?"
With a difficult gulp, I conceded, "Alright. I did. I confronted the guest and... perhaps things turned physical. I've apologized since. Aro tasked me with bringing Isabella back to you, along with his expressed dissatisfaction. Yet, the sight of her shattered state was unbearable, so I escorted her to the safety of my chambers instead."
Melxa raked his fingers through his unkempt hair, a look of shock and disbelief etched on his face as he absorbed my confession. "Right," he exhaled after a tense pause, his voice tinged with the echo of despair, "this means we're in deep trouble, doesn't it?"
In a bid to justify my actions, I countered, "I'm doing the utmost to manage the situation." His retort crackled with frustration and a hint of betrayal.
"Your utmost? You lash out at a visitor over a mere human, then you ignored Aro's direct commands by taking that human to your private quarters. That is your idea of handling things?"
The weight of my choices bore down on me, igniting a fiery response. "You've never been bound to another! Speak only when you've tasted the sting of your mate being scorned and debased!" The words erupted from me, leaving a trail of unintended aftershock. Instantly, a wave of regret drenched me. "I'm sorry," I muttered, my voice laden with the heaviness of repentance. "That was uncalled for. Forgive me. You have been nothing but kind and understanding to me. I didn't mean that."
Melxa's gaze held the weight of deep sympathy, catching the tumult of my feelings. "You meant what you said. However, it's forgivable. You're correct—I can't fully grasp the agony of losing a mate, the sheer extent of such disgrace and torment. Yet in your situation, I recognize that mastering your emotions is vital. Not solely for you, but for her well-being."
"I'm aware," I conceded, the burden of truth heavy in my voice. "You're right, as you often are."
A soft smile graced Melxa's face. "I'm thankful Aro didn't decide on a spur-of-the-moment inspection. Had you given me a heads-up, I could have conjured a decoy of Isabella, making it seem she was confined to her quarters. Aro's unpredictability makes it perilous. If he had caught on, your rebellion wouldn't have stood a chance. Enzuk, you dare too much. Aro's leniency comes with limits. Don't delude yourself into thinking he isn't harboring doubts; he's scrutinizing every move we make. Aro's eyes are sharply analyzing our actions—yours, most of all. He's far from oblivious; his every thought is a precise calculation. We must be in sync to protect Isabella, especially concerning the operations in this lab. Bring her here straight away, lest Aro opts for another of his infamous, impromptu checks."
Melxa's words bore down on me, making the consequences of my actions startlingly clear. I gave a somber nod, grasping the critical nature of discretion and strict adherence to his directives. With both Isabella's safety and the fruition of Melxa's scholarly pursuits hanging in the balance, I understood that there was no room for emotional recklessness in my decisions.
Before I stepped out, the alluring vision of Isabella's bare silhouette on my bed ensnared my thoughts. It clung to me, a tantalizing temptation, as desire coursed insistently through me. Yet, I knew it was an impulse I had to subdue. "Melxa, may I borrow one of those white dresses you reserve for Isabella?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
Melxa eyed me with a mix of curiosity and doubt. "Why? She had attire for the gathering, didn't she? Just escort her over; she can change on arrival."
But my resolve was firm, and my response reflected it. "No, Melxa. I need that dress," I stated, unwavering in my request.
Melxa's piercing stare was a blend of skepticism and annoyance. He paused and leaned back in his chair, releasing a weary sigh before pulling open a drawer to extract a small white dress. Passing it to me, his voice tinged with caution. "You must tread carefully. Your love cannot be flaunted carelessly. Yielding to such passions will only cloud your judgment and intensify the struggle to contain your emotions. Be vigilant."
I acknowledged him with a nod, the gravity of his counsel resonating within me. "I understand," I assured him, my voice laden with appreciation. "Thank you, Melxa." Clutching the dress, I departed, my heart wrestling with tumultuous feelings. I was acutely aware of the dangers that lay on the path ahead, yet the draw of Isabella's enchanting pull was an irresistible force. How could I not keep her for the night? How could I deny her the comfort she needed?
As I strode away, a torrent of emotions surged through me, a war raging between the tempting comforts of an intimate connection and the pressing imperative to master and quell these overwhelming sensations.
Finding my mate had completely transformed my perspective on life. Previously, I had fantasized about the endless bliss and satisfaction that would come with finally discovering my other half. But now, the reality was far more complex and challenging than I had ever anticipated. The depth of my emotions for Isabella surpassed anything I had ever experienced before, and it felt as though loving her had unlocked a whole new part of myself.
No longer could I solely focus on my own desires and needs. My priorities had shifted entirely towards Isabella's well-being and safety. Protecting her became my new purpose in life, overshadowing even the urge to please her. While pleasing her was undeniably important, preserving her life and ensuring her happiness took precedence above all else.
Isabella required enlightenment on the path we were to tread henceforth. Melxa's counsel was right; a veil of secrecy was imperative when it came to the dance of our hearts. We had to navigate with finesse, seizing only those shards of time when the world turned a blind eye, for a candid exchange of our affection. Indeed this strategy was the wisest course.
Yet the notion of muffling the song my soul sang for Isabella, forced a shudder through my being. It mocked the natural order—how countless others basked in the liberty of loving out loud, while I stood in the shadows, my yearnings caged. Life, however, had dealt me this curious deck of fate.
Isabella belonged to me, and it was my sole duty to shield her from the world's shadows. Her safety and well-being were intertwined with the very essence of my existence. Within her gaze, I found purpose; within her smile, a universe of joy. She was not just someone I was sworn to protect; she was the vital beat within my heart, the delicate soul I was destined to guard with every fiber of my being.
When I returned to my chambers, a warm smile spread across my face as I gazed upon the peaceful figure of Isabella, still lost in slumber. She lay exactly where I had left her, her serene countenance a testament to the profound intimacy we had shared the previous night. Observing her deep sleep, I couldn't help but wonder if it was customary for a human to require such extended rest following such intimacy.
I had known the warmth of many human companions, yet none could compare to Isabella. Also, no human was allowed in my bed past the deed. But Isabella was not merely a fleeting encounter; she was my destined partner. Thus, I welcomed her presence in the sanctuary of my bed, a privilege I bestowed upon no other.
But did she really need that much sleep after one night of intimacy? If this was indeed the norm, it was knowledge I needed to acquire, for I was eager to indulge in many more nights filled with unending passion. The only reason I had ceased our passionate rendezvous was due to her already having experienced a difficult evening. I smirked. Well, and the fact that her body was in shock at the size of my member entering her.
I gently placed the white dress on the bed, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. I knew Melxa was waiting, but damn. Isabella was a sight. With a sense of anticipation, I nestled myself beside her, feeling the comforting warmth radiating from her body. Drawing her close, I wrapped my arms around her sheet-covered form, cherishing the intimacy of our embrace.
As I leaned in, my lips brushed against her delicate nose, causing a playful scrunch to appear on her face. A contented smile graced her sleeping expression, filling my heart with a surge of affection and joy.
Compelled by the magnetic pull of her intoxicating scent, I found myself irresistibly drawn closer, each breath filled with the potent sweetness that was her alone—a fragrant spell woven into the very air. With a fervency that trembled through my being, I pressed a longing kiss upon her forehead, a silent vow of eternal devotion. In that breathless moment, as I gazed upon her serene countenance, my smile deepened into the purest joy.
Gently, I tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. However, Melxa's warning echoed loudly in my mind, reminding me of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
My lips found the vulnerability of her neck, bestowing a succession of fervent, protective kisses on her soft skin. She stirred in response, the flutter of her lashes casting away the remnants of sleep to reveal the enchanting depth of her awakening dark eyes. In the quiet hush of the morning, my voice was barely a whisper, heavy with emotion, "Good morning," I greeted her.
Her voice was laced with the remnants of dreams, soft and content as she murmured, "Good morning."
I brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. "How was your sleep? Restful, I hope?"
A delicate smile danced on her lips. "Good," she affirmed.
My words stumbled over one another as I sought the right question. "Are you— How's your pain level?" I needed to know she was okay.
Reluctance flickered in her eyes, a shadow of discomfort. "It hurts…a little," she confessed hesitantly. "But it's manageable."
Her courage made my heart swell, and I couldn't help but smile as I leaned in closer. "And what about the pleasure? Was it... more than manageable?" Her cheeks bloomed with a bashful rose, and that timid smile returned, sending warmth through me.
"That part was more than manageable. Amazing, actually. You blew my mind again," she whispered, her admission stirring a fierce joy within me.
"I promise to keep blowing your mind," I said as I placed a tender kiss upon her lips. "Over and over again." Her light giggle enchanted me as I moved to kiss the hollow of her neck, each gentle brush of my lips promising that this was just the beginning of many mornings together. My gaze drifted over her, taking in the soft morning light as it caressed her skin. Every fiber of my being ached to merge with her once more, an impulse as natural as breathing. Yet, I paused, the memory of Melxa's warning echoing like a distant bell in my mind. Not my desires, but Isabella's well-being must come first. With a reluctant sigh, I tempered my longing.
"I need to take you to Melxa. I should have taken you there last night. Not that I regret what happened between us, but we must be cautious as our every move is being watched."
Isabella's face crumpled into an unmistakable portrait of disappointment. "So you're leaving again?" Her voice wavered, a fragile whisper that carried the weight of her dread. "Am I to be cast back into that cold, lonely cell?"
I took her hands in mine. "Leave you, Isabella? Not in this lifetime, nor the next. Never again." My eyes bore into hers, willing her to believe. "But I will not—I cannot—place you in the path of Lord Aro's wrath. His power is unbridled when his fury is unleashed. I vowed to protect you, to fight for you, but rushing headlong into battle with no plan is a fool's errand."
She tilted her head, skepticism giving way to a flicker of interest. "A plan?" she inquired.
I nodded, a solemn affirmation. "A plan. The day will come when I must declare to the world you are my destined mate. And on that day, we must be ready to face whatever storms it may bring. We might even need to vanish from Novis if it comes to that." I paused, my gaze drifting into the distance as I contemplated the uncertainties. "The thought of running, always looking over our shoulders—it's unbearable. I cannot, and will not, resign you to a life marred by fear. You, our safety, and the prospect of the family we might build, are paramount."
She caught her breath caught. "Family?" Hope danced in her eyes, like the first warm ray of sun piercing a relentless storm. Seeing her smile, something inside me untethered and hope, too, bloomed in my chest.
"Yes. Our family," I affirmed, my heart swelling at the vision. "I yearn to see the glow of life upon you, to witness our love made manifest in the children you would grace me with." Her cheeks flushed a beautiful rose as she leaned into my embrace, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was nothing short of sanctity—a promise shared in the silent language of our hearts.
A gentle curve formed on her lips as she spoke softly, the moonlight casting a tender glow on her hopeful face. "I'd love that," she murmured, her words imbued with quiet devotion. "I'd follow you to the ends of the earth. So, tell me, what's our plan? What do we do now?"
My voice was a whisper, sharing conspiratorial secrets that the night itself seemed eager to overhear. "We must tread lightly, cloak our affections in shadow. If Aro allows you to keep your station, you'll need to feign gratitude and oblige. I can't risk him sensing my true plan. Especially if we plan to flee."
Doubt flickered in her expressive eyes. "Do you think Aro would excommunicate you... because of us?"
"I don't know. But, my fear isn't exile. It's the thought losing you that terrifies me. If exile was the worst of it, I'd shout my affections from the rooftops now. But our reality is a knotted maze, not a straight path. I'm plotting our escape, even devising a life away from the eyes of Melxa to keep him safe. Right now, we need to play the waiting game—I need to secure our sanctuary."
A smile broke through her concern, infused with warmth and unwavering loyalty. "I'd wait an eternity for you," she vowed. "Just promise me that she won't come between us."
I let out a light chuckle. "And which 'she' might you be speaking of?"
"You know exactly whom. Don't play the fool with me," she said, half-amused, yet edged with a possessive tint.
A playful arch teased my brow. "Jealous, are we?"
"Not jealous. Protective. After all, you belong to me, and nobody else," she replied.
I grinned. "You're enchanting when the green-eyed monster peeks out. Rest easy, my heart belongs to you alone. Yet we must navigate these waters with care—last night's passions could spark fires of rumor and ill intent."
A look of worry clouded her eyes once more as she pondered my words. "Does this mean you have to pretend to entertain her interests?" she asked, the very thought paining her heart.
The weight of my words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises to handle this with the care it deserved. "Part of staying under the radar means, at times, I'll need to slip away, to gauge what lies ahead. If we have to escape Novis, we must be prepared," I said, the gravity of our situation pressing down on my voice.
Understanding flickered across her face, her eyes a turbulent sea of hope and fear. "Just... promise me you won't simply disappear," she implored.
The earnest plea in her gaze stirred affection within me. A gentle smile graced my lips. "Notice will always precede my departure, I give you my word, Isabella," I said, each syllable a soft caress of reassurance. "You'll be privy to all my plans. After all, my every move is to shield you, to seek the safest path for us both."
"I know," she responded. "But don't forget we're in this together. Our decisions, our path – it must be chosen as one."
My admiration for her suddenly grew. "Together we shall remain, every step of the way," I promised her. "We are a team, facing whatever may come, side by side."
The shadow of a smile fluttered across her lips, a sign of her returning confidence. "Alright," she whispered back, her voice steady, bathed in trust. "I'm ready to go back."
My eyes twinkled with a playful glint. "But surely not in the state you're in," I teased with a smirk. "Enthralling as the sight is – and believe me, it is – I'd rather be the sole audience to this performance." No one but me deserved to see her naked body. "Isn't there a human adage about such exclusivity? The body, meant only for one's mate's eyes?"
A soft, vibrant laugh escaped her as she rose to dress, a sound that filled the room with warmth. I found myself leaning back, captivated, my breath stolen by the quiet grace of her movements.
"Why do you watch me like that?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye, as she picked up the hem of her white dress.
"Because watching you is like catching a glimpse of a living work of art. I'm simply mesmerized," I confessed. Her cheeks bloomed with a warm flush. My smile grew tender as I made my way toward her. "And as your devoted partner," I added, "I've been granted the privilege of admiring every aspect of you. Believe me, I have no intention of wasting a single second."
She shuttered, her quiver palpable under my fingertips as I carefully helped her guide the delicate fabric of her dress up and over her head. The subtle brush of my hand seemed to ignite a silent electricity. A fierce longing surged through me, an insatiable hunger to once again indulge in her body.
'Patience,' I told myself. Now was not the moment for surrendering to the tempest of our desires.
I cleared my throat. "Isabella, there's a secret passage that we'll use to slip away unseen, leading us to Melxa," I revealed.
"Lead the way," she whispered, her smile etched with a sly edge that hinted at hidden depths, the kind that suggested she harbored the same yearning to be tangled amidst the sheets.
As we navigated the concealed pathways, her trust hung between us, palpable and precious. It anchored me, reminding me of the threads of intimacy that wove together the tapestry of our connection. Upon arrival, I turned to her. "Isabella," I said, each word heavy with the gravity of my emotions, "know this—you are my equal in all things. Your thoughts, your feelings—they are the compass by which I navigate."
A tender smile bloomed upon her lips. "Your words are comforting Enzuk," she uttered. "I trust you."
My arms enfolded her, drawing her near, as if my embrace could somehow imprint my solemn vow upon her soul. "I love you, Isabella," I breathed into the sanctuary of our closeness. "Every beat of my heart is dedicated to honoring what we share. Never forget that."
Isabella's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her lips trembling as she reached out to trace the sincerity etched onto my face. Her voice was a fragile echo of my own, full of emotion and the weight of our shared journey. "I'll carry that in here," she said, hand pressing gently over her chest, right where her heart echoed my every beat. "Always."
Leaving her felt like the closing of a beloved book, one I never wished to end. As I kissed her farewell, Melxa observed from behind the glass—ever present, ever watching. Once Isabella was safely back in her glass enclosure, I put my hands to the cold glass and stepped out of her space.
Melxa's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and I could feel my defenses rise, puzzled by his reaction. "What's got you so amused?" I asked, my words tinged with a note of curiosity that I couldn't quite cloak.
He waved a dismissive hand, his eyes holding a glint I wasn't quite familiar with. "Oh, it's nothing," he murmured. "It's just… I'm still getting used to this 'new you.'"
"New me?" I echoed, my brow arching as I tried to decipher his meaning.
Melxa let out a low chuckle, the sound oddly warm. "Yes, this softer side of you. It's not every day I see you stripped of your armor, exposing a heart beneath."
I found my gaze sharpening, instinctively bristling at the suggestion of weakness. "Do not mistake my actions concerning Isabella as a sign of frailty," I shot back, my voice steady like a drawn sword. "I remain the warrior you know—formidable, lethal."
"Of course, of course," Melxa replied, his hands uplifted in a soothing gesture. "But don't you see? There's an essence to you now—a conviction that extends beyond mere survival. There's someone you deem worth your blade and life, and somehow, it's a fitting armor. It looks good on you. And, you seem... genuinely content."
My guard faltered, and a warmth blossomed within me. "Perhaps I am joyful," I found myself admitting with a burgeoning smile. "And my joy will only deepen once I devise a strategy to be with her—without barriers."
Melxa's expression softened, his agreement silent but heartfelt. "We'll work it out together," he promised, his voice resolute.
"Has Aro dropped any hints? Given any commands about Isabella?" I inquired, fishing for information I might have missed.
Melxa shook his head. "Nothing so far," he assured me. "And until he voices an explicit decree, I'll keep involving her in servitude tasks. Considering the ruckus you caused last night," he smirked lightly, "it's vital she resumes her duties, maintains her routine. It's best for both of you to carry on as if the world remains unchanged."
Understanding washed over me, the reality of our precarious situation settling heavily in my chest. Still, there was comfort in the illusion of normalcy and the support of an ally. I met Melxa's gaze, gratitude lacing my tone. "Thank you, Melxa. Truly, for everything."
Melxa offered a solemn nod, his eyes imparting a silent urgency. "You need to leave—now. The sight of you here, where Isabella is captive—especially in the wake of last night's turmoil—doesn't promise anything good."
I agreed.
I gently turned the handle of my large oak door, slipping into the comforting embrace of my room. Edging it closed with a hushed click, the weighty door muffled the world outside. Once upon a time, my life ambled along a predictable path, each day a mirror of the one before. That was, of course, until Isabella breezed into my world, a whirlwind of complexity swathed in an ethereal grace—a siren call to the dormant storms within me. I slammed my eyes shut, throwing my head back against the unyielding door with a dull thud. My life wasn't just spiraling; it was plummeting into chaos. Every moment in Novis stretched out like a tightrope over an abyss. With each passing second, the urge to flee with Isabella grew more primal, more desperate. I longed for freedom. No more lurking in the shadows, no more stifling the love that screamed to be acknowledged.
"Did you sleep well?" My eyes snapped open, jolted by the unexpected and intrusive voice piercing the quietude of my room. There, at the edge of my bed, sat my mother, her hands serenely clasped on her lap, an eerie calmness to her presence that contrasted sharply with the sudden pounding in my chest.
"Mother...I wasn't expecting you."
Her smile radiated warmth, reaching her eyes as they crinkled with a tender amusement. "Judging by your reaction, that much is clear," she said, her voice carrying the gentle tease that was so uniquely her. "You were missed this morning, you know—around the breakfast table."
Confusion furrowed my brow. "Breakfast? Oh. I wasn't informed that we were having a gathering."
Her smile wavered slightly, and she sighed, a note of exasperation threading her tone. "Your father was dispatched to fetch you, but he returned with only excuses, saying you were nowhere to be found." She paused, studying me with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Where on earth were you hiding, my child?"
"Hiding?" The word emerged as a taunt, my smirk painting a facade of indifference. "I was merely attending to certain obligations that the Realm demands of me," I replied with practiced nonchalance, even as I slid the bathroom door shut with a silent prayer. Isabella's garments still lay forsaken on the shower floor. How could I have been so reckless as to leave such damning evidence scattered in my room? Did my mother notice? My pulse thunder with a guilty rhythm.
A heavy silence lingered before she finally spoke. "Oh. I see," she said, "I wasn't aware you had duties to attend to this morning." With a slow turn of her head, she surveyed the disarray around us, her eyes lingering on the chaos of my disheveled bed as a painfully knowing look settled upon her face. Her gaze followed my every movement as I moved around the room. Her eyes were piercing and meticulous, as if she were silently piecing together a puzzle I didn't even know I had scattered across the room. She frowned.
"Mother?" I inquired, the concern etching deeper into my tone with each word. "Is something wrong?"
Her eyes met mine. "No...it's nothing really. I've been lost in thought about last night," she began, a sigh punctuating her sentiment. "That poor girl. The way they dismissed her worth at the gathering... It was unjust, a cruelty that should have never been permitted to unfurl."
A lump formed in my throat, words finding themselves prisoners within. "Yes," I managed to reply, my voice no more than a whisper caught in the crosswind of emotions.
"Yes. I can see why your spirit flared, why you chose not stand aside," she said softly, pride and understanding lighting her eyes.
I clenched my fists, recalling the scene. "Melxa has poured his soul into guiding that human. To watch his efforts scorned... I couldn't stomach it."
She smiled. "I was proud of you," she said, her voice unwavering, steeped in a quiet intensity. "Immensely proud that you dared to be her champion when the world turned its back on her."
"I was compelled, drawn by an inexorable sense of duty toward Melxa."
My mother offered a silent, knowing nod before she tenderly patted the space beside her on the bed.
I obliged her request, taking a seat and gazing expectantly at her. Her smile remained, though now tinged with melancholy. "Your championing of Melxa reminds me of another," she began softly.
"Who?" I asked.
"Your father."
I half rolled my eyes. That was the last person I expected her to say. I scoffed.
"Don't scoff."
"I'm sorry mother, but I'm nothing like my father. You and I both know he's always considered me...different. He's...strict. Unyielding. He leaves no room for circumstances outside the law. Rules and laws. That's what he lives by. I'm not saying I don't abide by the rules and laws, but that's not all that governs me."
She smiled. "Your father has always had a strong sense of justice. He's been strict with you. With all of you boys. He wanted you to be strong men. And you might not believe it, but he has a heart. He cares deeply for others. And for you. It was what first drew me to him, all those years ago."
She fell silent a moment, lost in memory. I waited patiently for her to continue.
After a few beats, Mother smiled wistfully and resumed. "You know. Your father used to say that true justice was not found in upholding laws or pleasing rulers, but in defending those who could not defend themselves. He used to challenge unfair practices, even when it made him unpopular, because he believed no one deserved to be oppressed."
"My father?" The very notion seemed alien. "Right. He was the one that instilled in me the sacred duty to uphold the law without fail. No matter the consequences, he said to always uphold the law. I do not think we are speaking about the same man."
"Oh we are. Darling. I wish you could see him the way I do. You father loves you very much, and everything he has done has been to protect you and make you strong. He's always wanted the best for you." With a touch as light as a shadow, she pressed her hand to my cheek, "And whether you like it or not... you harbor his essence in the core of your being—you are his reflection, far more than you dare to realize. He fought for what was right. Just like you did last night."
I pondered my mother's words as she gently withdrew her hand. Though my father and I differed in our views of justice, perhaps there was some truth buried deeper than I had realized. "Upholding justice is a lonely road. Especially when it goes against popular opinion. If you say my father upheld true justice...then what motivated him when the path was…lonely?"
"Courage and love. Your father believed every person deserved to feel safe and valued." She turned to meet my eyes, her gaze imploring. "You have grown into a fine young man, Enzuk. But remember to weigh challenges carefully. True justice is a noble pursuit, yet change often comes through understanding, not confrontation. Know when to stand your ground, and when compromise can achieve the same ends through peaceful means."
I gave a slow, heavy nod. "You know," I started, my voice barely more than a whisper, "every choice feels like walking a tightrope. Upholding the law—it's not just my job, it's who I am. But sometimes," I paused, swallowing hard as my gaze fell, "sometimes it's like trying to grasp smoke. Just when I'm convinced I've got it right, it slips through my fingers. " My eyes lifted to meet hers, seeking understanding and comfort. Comfort only she could give.
Her eyes softened. "The path is not always clear, my son, but stay true to your heart and it will guide you right. I have faith in you. Everything will be alright in the end."
"Thank you mother."
Her eyes searched mine, a shadow flickering across her face. "Speaking of your heart...your heart doesn't beat for Tanya, does it?" she asked.
I paused, the weight of truth pressing down on me. "Not... entirely," I admitted with a reluctant sigh. "But I'm resolved to spare her any unnecessary pain. I intend to let her down gently. Though the truth is harsh—I simply don't feel a deep connection with her."
"Hm. Well, I don't find her particularly captivating," my mother confessed, her voice heavy with uncharacteristic emotion.
I afforded myself the brief indulgence of a smile. "Mother," I began, a gentle chide woven into my tone, "I was under the distinct impression you were very fond of her."
"No. In fact I don't know why you thought that." Her response was laced with a conviction that brooked no argument. "I have affection for Alica. I even hold Rosalina in high regard. She may wield her opinions with the subtlety of a bludgeon at times, but she has what it takes to steer Emmico in the right direction. But Tanya..." She trailed off for a moment, searching for the words that seemed to elude her. "Tanya has never struck me as the perfect complement to you—a match for your spirit, or your mind. And I don't get the impression that you are too thrilled with her. In fact you seem downright miserable whenever she is around. Like you are on edge, but not comfortable. If she were truly your mate, I would be able to see it in your eyes and your smile."
A smile touched my lips as I looked at my mother; she always knew when something was amiss.
"How long have you known I was not attracted to her?"
"A while. A mother knows her son."
"So. you aren't disappointed that Tanya is not the one for me?"
"Heavens no. I'm sure there is someone out there for Tanya...but my dear, you aren't the one. I'm happy you see that now and are willing to admit it." I chuckled.
"I didn't want to disappoint you. Or her. Before I went to Earth, I promised her that when I retuned I would give our union a try. But, so far, I just can't force myself to feel anything for her."
"And rightly so," my mother stated. "Love is never forced. If you feel that way Enzuk, you should let her know. You need to find someone that speaks to your heart. Someone worth fighting for. The only way you could disappointment me, is by following a path that goes against your heart."
My heart warmed as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a close embrace. There was nothing like a mother's love. "Thank you mother," I whispered.
"I love you, Enzuk. So very much." When she released me, she smiled at me once more. "I should return to your father," she said, rising from her seat. Her gown, a cascade of light blue silk, fluttered with her movement. "When time permits, I must hear all about your Earth expedition—particularly your collaboration with Melxa. It seems compelling. And I would also like to meet this new human's acquaintance—what was her name again?"
Isabella's name caught in my throat before I surrendered it to the air. "Isabella," I managed.
My mother contemplated the name for a moment. "Isabella," she repeated thoughtfully. "Hmm. Pretty name. I anticipate learning of Melxa's project in due course. You'll tell me all about it, won't you?"
"Yes of course."
"Good. Oh and do seek out Japher. At breakfast, he expressed a keen desire for you to accompany him on an expedition to the peaks of Arcturus mountain."
"Yes. Um. He's eager to obtain a gift for Alica," I noted. "He wishes to bond with her."
A knowing smile graced my mother's lips. "Yes. I am aware. He has made his intentions clear. I am eager to have another a second daughter, considering I've only had sons. Not that I'm complaining. But it's nice to have more females in the family. And soon enough, perhaps I shall joyfully welcome yet a third. You, my last child to find a mate, will undoubtedly choose someone as special as you are. You've always embraced the unconventional," she mused, her eyes glinting with fond remembrance. "Ever since you were the little boy who sought adventure in labyrinths and whispered secrets to the plants. I expect that your mate will be...oh...something extraordinary. Yes. I think that's the perfect word."
My lips curled into a tentative half-smile. "I hope my choice of a mate...will live up to your expectations."
Her response came with a softness. "My son, to see you smile sincerely, to know you are not walking the path of life lonely and forlorn—therein lies my heart's comfort. A mother's wish is simple: your happiness. Your father, reticent though he may be, harbors a depth of affection for you that rivals any spoken word. We both desire nothing short of the world's riches for you, in whatever form that takes for your heart. Remember that." After placing a soft kiss to my cheek, she left me with my thoughts.
I carried the unwavering certainty that my mother's love for me was as boundless as the night sky. Yes. I knew she loved me. And I knew she only wanted the best for me. Yet, a storm of doubt raged within me—how would her heart, so steeped in our kind's traditions, reconcile with my love for Isabella, a human whose very essence was a tapestry woven from a world apart? My heart belonged to a human—how would my mother reconcile that? Perhaps she already harbored suspicions about my feelings for Isabella and had come to subtly inquire. Such tactics were well within my mother's wheelhouse. But beneath the layers of intrigue and silent observation, I had no doubt; her intentions were rooted in a purity that set her apart from the rest. She didn't come to judge me, or report me. My mother always sought the truth. But...I was afraid to tell her the truth.
Still, with each tick of the clock, I knew—eventually, the world must come to embrace the union of Isabella and myself. I steadfastly refused to envision a life devoid of her presence at my side. I needed to clear my head. I need to think strategically. Embarking on this journey with Japher could be the providential escape I yearned for. It promised me the solitude necessary to contemplate and craft an infallible scheme that would secure Isabella's and my liberation from our gilded cage. Moreover, it offered a respite from the toxic whispers that festered in every corner, festering like an unhealed wound. Perhaps, just perhaps, my departure would starve the rumors of their very lifeblood, allowing them to wither into oblivion by the time I returned.
But I would need to have a conversation with Isabella first. A voyage toward the looming Arcturus mountain was no brief excursion. To traverse the rugged trails to its base and return would consume at least a week's worth of relentless travel, assuming we pressed on with haste and purpose.
The gnawing uncertainty of leaving Isabella behind clawed at my conscience. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave her so soon. What unseen perils might lurk during my absence, waiting to ensnare her? The very thought sent a shiver down my spine. Perhaps Melxa could be persuaded to sequester Isabella within the sterility of the labs.
A sanctuary under his vigilant gaze, away from harm's reach. I shook my head. Isabella would be livid. The very notion was a betrayal to Isabella's free spirit. I knew she abhorred the cold embrace of those clinical walls. If she caught wind of my intentions to confine her, her outrage would be swift and fierce, like a caged phoenix yearning to burn through its constraints.
It was a painful decision. I could confine her. She would be safe, but pissed off. Or I could let her roam free and hope for the best...which didn't sit well with me.
I wished there was someone other than Melxa that I could entrust Isabella's care to. Another heavy sigh escaped me, a forlorn whisper to the unheeding walls that penned me in.
Why must I be the one to bear the burdensome cloak of 'the unordinary son'? Why did I have to be the one with a strange mate? Then again. I wouldn't trade Isabella for anything. Her sparkling laughter, the warmth of her embrace, the unwavering light of understanding in her eyes - she was the beacon that guided me through the tempest of my existence. I wouldn't trade her presence for the world's temptations, not even for the alluring, elusive siren call of normalcy. With her I was whole.
Perhaps, she could be a companion to someone in my absence. Alica might be in need of company...
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