Rogue never imagined that meeting his mate would involve trailing a young queen through the labyrinthine halls of a grand castle. He certainly hadn't expected her to be a captivating, powerful figure, commanding respect and delivering sentences with a regal air. It was an odd, almost morbid thought, but there was something undeniably sexy about the way she wielded her authority.
Following her through the shadows, he watched her every move. Her wolves, their ears alert and attuned to every sound, seemed to sense his presence but did not view him as a threat. He marveled at how she carried herself, her every gesture radiating confidence and control.
The mahogany doors she approached opened at a wave of her hand, and she strolled into what appeared to be an office. Rogue slipped in just as the doors closed, taking in the room. Shelves filled with books lined the walls, a table in the center was covered in parchments and scrolls, and a desk near the window was strewn with papers. A small sitting area by the fireplace added a touch of comfort to the otherwise formal space.
Another figure was present—a large, broad-shouldered man in gleaming armor, who stood with his back to the Queen, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"You requested an audience?" Her tone was low and indifferent, but Rogue detected a hint of boredom.
"I've asked you here today in hopes that you would once more hear my case about going to war with Fior—"
"Uncle," she interrupted sharply. "This is not to be discussed again. I have given my answer on the matter."
"The benefits of an alliance with Al—"
"Hold your tongue, Uncle," she commanded. "I will not declare war. We have lived in peace with Fiore and Alverez for the last four centuries. I will not risk an all-out war because of your petty ambition. You'll respect my decision and drop the matter."
The air crackled with tension as they stared at each other, an intense battle of wills. Rogue admired her even more—such a small woman, yet she held her ground with unwavering strength. Finally, her uncle looked away, and she turned on her heel, leaving the office with her wolves at her heels. The doors slammed shut behind her with another wave of her hand, Rogue slipping out just in time.
He followed her through more corridors until she reached a quiet, secluded wing of the castle. It seemed unused, the three other bedrooms empty and silent. The ornate doors of her personal chambers opened, and he slipped in behind her, blending with the shadows.
Her chambers were a stark contrast to the rest of the castle. The room was decorated in soft whites and pinks, silks, and lace adorning the bed and the furniture. It was a feminine, serene space, almost ethereal in its beauty. Her wolves immediately went to lie by the fireplace, their eyes closing in contentment.
Rogue found himself entranced by the delicate beauty of the room and the woman who occupied it. She moved gracefully, shedding the heavy mantle of her queenly duties as she settled into her private sanctuary. She was no longer the commanding queen but a young woman seeking solace.
He watched as she walked to a vanity, her fingers lightly trailing over the polished wood before she began to unfasten her jewelry. The sight of her in this intimate setting stirred something deep within him—a protective instinct, a fierce admiration, and an undeniable attraction.
For a moment, he allowed himself to dream of stepping out of the shadows, of offering her the comfort and support she needed. But he knew his place, for now, was to watch and protect from afar. She was his mate, and he would do whatever it took to ensure her safety and happiness. Even if she didn't know who he was.
As she sat at the vanity, brushing her long, pink hair, he silently vowed to himself that he would be there for her, in whatever capacity she needed. His heart belonged to her, the beautiful young queen with the strength of a lion and the grace of a swan. And he would remain her silent guardian, her shadow, until the time was right to reveal himself.
How could a place feel so familiar and strange at the same time?
Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, the soft fabric of her gown pooling around her. She had taken to unpacking her trunk of things when it was delivered by the servants. It was filled with several lavish gowns in soft shades of pinks and blues. She had been assigned a room sandwiched between Bastien's and Sting and Rogue's shared room.
This room was a far cry from the one she had as a child, nestled in the Royal family's wing. Back then, her days were spent running through the woods beyond the maze garden, laughing with Emmaline until dusk. They would return with torn and muddied dresses, their skin tanned and hair tangled with leaves and twigs, but their faces beaming with the joy of adventure.
Now?
There was no Emmaline. There were no happy memories. Only the heavy weight of death and tragedy.
Lucy sighed, slipping off her heels and moving towards the bed. She drew back the covers, longing for the solace of sleep to escape the turmoil of her thoughts. Just as she was about to climb into bed, a soft knock echoed through the room.
Surprised, she moved to open the door and found a flying Lector hovering there.
"Lector? What's the matter?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Sting asked me to come check up on you and keep you company since you are to stay in your room until tonight," Lector explained, his tone cheerful.
A warmth spread through Lucy's chest. Of course, Sting would think of her well-being. Opening the door wider, she stepped aside to let Lector in.
"I was about to take a nap. Would you care to join me?" she offered.
Lector's eyes brightened, and he immediately flew towards the bed, landing on it and snuggling under the covers. Lucy smiled at his enthusiasm, feeling a little less alone.
As she settled into bed beside Lector, she couldn't help but reflect on the events that had brought her here. The return of her lost memories had been jarring. She remembered the carefree days of her childhood, but now those memories were tinged with sorrow and confusion. Why had her memories been taken from her? How did Emmaline just vanish? Who killed the late King and Queen? Her father's possible involvement gnawed at her, but she couldn't confront him—he had died while she was on the island.
Everything felt like it was slipping away from her—her family, her friends, her time, and now Fairy Tail. Natsu and Happy. Why was she always the one left behind?
She curled up, tears pricking at her eyes, and sobbed into her hands. Lector, sensing her distress, nestled closer, his presence a small comfort.
Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Lucy drifted off to sleep, Lector's soft purring a soothing lullaby.
"LU!" a loud feminine voice shouted. "Where are you?!"
Lucy stepped out from her room only to see a young girl with dark black hair and striking blue eyes burst in. Her tiara slipped off her head as she ran barefoot and without stockings, her lips drawn into a pout.
"Sorry, Emma," Lucy smiled. "I was finishing my lessons."
Emma snorted, "What a brainiac, just like that sister of mine."
A smaller girl with pink hair and soft blue eyes followed in, a book in her hands with two small wolves behind her. Her tiara was perfectly in place, as was her dress, not a single hair out of place.
"Your lack of intelligence speaks volumes," Lilithe said in a soft tone that was sharp and bored.
Rolling her eyes, Emma flopped onto the couch dramatically. "Lilithe, how is it that you haven't died of boredom with our lessons?"
Lilithe said nothing, instead returning to her book. Ignoring the both of them, she read quietly. Her wolves fought for her attention as she reached out to absentmindedly pet them.
"What are we doing today?"
Emma jumped up, a wide grin on her face. "The catacombs! I found a secret base for us!"
The idea excited Lucy. "What about Mephisto and Bastien?"
Wrinkling her nose, Emma grunted. "I guess they can tag along. Only to hold the torches for us."
"Then let's go!" Lucy clapped her hands as she moved to leave, Emma following and Lilithe quietly trailing behind.
They walked into one of the more discreet sitting rooms, where a fireplace sat with furniture and bookshelves. Emmaline ran over to the fireplace that was unlit. Drawing a knife from her palm, she sliced it open and dripped her blood onto the mantle. It glowed a soft red, seeping into the wood just as it slid open, revealing a secret passage that only those of royal blood could open.
"Here," Mephisto walked over to Emma, handing her a scrap of cloth bandages.
Emma grinned at him, accepting it as she wrapped her hand. Bastien was the first one to dart into the tunnels, with Mephisto and Emma following.
"Are you coming, Lilithe?" Lucy turned to the small girl, the youngest of them all. Bastien and Mephisto were both two years older than Emma and Lucy.
The girl blinked at her, startled. "Uh, yes."
Her wolves jumped and hopped around her in circles, yipping and barking. They delved into the labyrinth of tunnels, their laughter echoing off the stone walls as they explored the ancient passages that led deep into the catacombs.
The air grew cooler as they descended, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the damp stone. Emma and Lucy led the way, their excitement palpable. Bastien and Mephisto followed closely, holding the torches high to illuminate the path. Lilithe walked quietly, her wolves at her side, their eyes gleaming in the torchlight.
"This place is incredible," Lucy whispered, her voice reverent as they entered a larger chamber filled with ancient statues and cryptic carvings.
"I told you it would be worth it," Emma said, her grin widening. "We can make this our secret hideout."
Bastien chuckled, his eyes scanning the room. "It's definitely hidden enough. No one would think to look for us here."
Mephisto nodded in agreement. "We'll have to come up with a way to signal each other when we want to meet here."
Lilithe, still quiet, moved to one of the statues, her fingers tracing the intricate designs. "It feels like we're stepping back in time," she murmured.
The group explored the chamber, discovering hidden nooks and passages that branched off into even deeper tunnels. They shared stories and laughter, their voices filling the catacombs with a warmth that contrasted with the cold stone.
As they sat around a makeshift campfire, Lucy looked around at her friends.
"Promise we'll always come back here," Emma said, her eyes shining with determination.
"Promise," Lucy echoed, her heart full.
Hours later, a firm knock at the door roused Lucy from her slumber. She sat up, blinking sleepily, and glanced at Lector, who was already awake and watching the door. Pushing the memories away, she threw the covers back.
"Come in," she called softly, her voice still groggy from sleep.
The door opened to reveal Sting and Rogue, standing there with a large, beautifully decorated box. Sting's face lit up with a smile when he saw her awake.
"Bastien asked me to deliver this to you for tonight's ball," Sting said, stepping inside and placing the box on the table.
Rogue followed, his expression more reserved but his eyes warm. "We thought you might like some company as well," he added.
Lucy felt a flutter of excitement mingled with gratitude. "What's in the box?" she asked, curiosity piquing her interest.
"Why don't you open it and see?" Sting suggested with a grin.
Lucy approached the table, her heart pounding with anticipation. She lifted the lid of the box, revealing an exquisite gown inside. The fabric was a shimmering blend of silks and lace, in shades of blues, blacks, and gold detailings. The cut exposed her shoulders and a decent amount of cleavage. The mask and heels that accompanied the gown were also gold and decorated with small sapphire gems.
"This is beautiful," Lucy murmured, briefly touching the fabric of the gown as a bout of nostalgia hit her. "When is the ball taking place?"
Lucy glanced out the windows to see it was already sunset. She had slept more than she realized.
"Not for another two hours," Sting flopped onto the couch as Rogue followed, Frosh atop his shoulder as he sat across from Sting.
"I should hurry and get ready then," Lucy frowned.
"It'll take that long?" Sting asked, eyebrow raised as he slowly raked his eyes over her form.
Lucy flushed, "These gowns take a while to get into."
Moving to the bathroom, she summoned Virgo, who immediately helped her out of her current gown and prepared the bath for her. Lucy quickly washed her hair and scrubbed every inch of her body before stepping out of the shower. Dressing in a silk pink robe, she stepped out of the bathroom to see that both slayers were gone along with their exceeds. They must have left to get ready for the ball as well.
She turned to Virgo, who was holding the luxurious gown with a small smile. "Let's get started, Virgo."
"As you wish, Princess," Virgo said, her voice as calm and steady as always.
They moved to the vanity, and Lucy took a seat while Virgo began to lay out the various cosmetics and accessories. With practiced efficiency, Virgo applied a light foundation to even out Lucy's complexion, followed by a touch of blush to highlight her cheeks. She chose a soft, smoky eye look that enhanced Lucy's brown eyes, finishing with a swipe of pink lipstick.
"Shall I summon Cancer for your hair, Princess?" Virgo asked, placing the makeup tools aside.
"Yes, please," Lucy nodded, and within moments, the Celestial Spirit with crab-like pincers appeared.
"Ready to make you shine, baby," Cancer said with a confident grin, his pincers clicking in excitement.
Cancer worked his magic, carefully pinning Lucy's golden locks into an elegant updo, interweaving delicate jeweled pins that sparkled like stars. A few loose curls framed her face, softening the look and adding a touch of whimsy.
"Perfect, baby" Cancer declared, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"Thank you, Cancer," Lucy said, smiling at him through the mirror. "And thank you, Virgo."
"It is our pleasure, Princess," Virgo said, bowing slightly.
Lucy then slipped into the gown with Virgo's assistance, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin. The dress fit perfectly, hugging her curves and accentuating her figure in all the right places. She carefully fastened the gold mask over her face, the sapphires catching the light and adding an air of mystery and elegance.
Slipping into the matching heels, Lucy took one final look at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. The gown, the makeup, the hair—it all transformed her into someone who looked like she belonged in a royal court. Memories of her childhood crashing and stabbing her head that had her grimacing.
Just as she finished, there was another knock at the door. Lucy glanced at Virgo, who nodded and went to open it. Sting and Rogue stood in the doorway, both dressed in formal attire that suited them remarkably well. Sting's face lit up when he saw her, while Rogue's eyes widened in appreciation.
"Wow, Lucy, you look incredible," Sting said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
Rogue nodded in agreement. "Absolutely stunning."
Lucy felt her cheeks warm. "Thank you. You both look quite handsome yourselves."
"Ready to make an entrance?" Sting asked, offering his arm.
Lucy took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Ready."
With Sting on one side and Rogue on the other, they made their way to the grand ballroom, where the evening's festivities awaited.
The grand doors to the ballroom swung open, revealing a spectacle that seemed plucked from the pages of a dark fairy tale. The room was awash in muted tones, lit by flickering candlelight and chandeliers dripping with dark crystals that cast eerie shadows across the space. The guests, dressed in lavish gowns and tailored suits, moved like phantoms, their faces obscured by ornate masks that added an air of mystery and danger to the evening.
Lucy, Sting, and Rogue stepped inside, their presence almost immediately drawing the attention of those nearby. The soft whispers of intrigue and curiosity followed them as they moved deeper into the ballroom, their own masks blending seamlessly with the hauntingly beautiful crowd.
The trio paused, taking in the opulent yet foreboding surroundings. The walls were lined with dark tapestries depicting scenes of past glories and ancient battles, while the floor was a sea of swirling dark colors and gold, a dance of shadows. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that thrummed through the air.
From the crowd emerged Lord Bastien, a striking figure in a midnight blue suit adorned with intricate silver embroidery. His mask, a masterpiece of silver and sapphire, mirrored the darkness and elegance of the room. He held a glass of champagne in one hand, his movements graceful as he approached them.
"Welcome," Bastien greeted, his voice smooth and welcoming. He offered them each a glass of champagne, his eyes twinkling behind his mask. "I trust you're finding the evening to your liking?"
Lucy accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against the cool surface as she nodded. "It's... breathtaking."
Sting and Rogue each took a glass as well, their expressions guarded but intrigued.
Bastien raised his glass in a small toast. "To history, and to the beginning of the Starlight Festival. May the past guide us, and the future shine bright."
As they sipped their champagne, a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned to the grand staircase that led to a balcony overlooking the ballroom. Standing there, illuminated by a single spotlight, was Queen Lilithe. Her gown was a masterpiece of bright shimmery white with silver detailings, that left her shoulders bare as the diamond necklace settled against her lower collarbone. The silver cool metal of her mask adored with white diamonds, silver opals and flowers covered half of her face.
Her soft pink hair was half pinned up, tight soft curls framing her face, adorned with pearls, diamonds, and flowers. Long white sheer gloves that came up to her biceps that covered her fingers. Her piercing blue eyes closed off as her lips were drawn into a pout.
She gazed down at the assembled guests, her presence commanding and regal. When she spoke, her voice carried effortlessly through the silent room, resonant and powerful.
"Honored guests," she began, her tone both warm and authoritative, "thank you for joining us on this auspicious night. Tonight, we gather not only to celebrate the Starlight Festival but also to pay homage to our rich history, to remember those who came before us and paved the way for our present."
Her eyes swept over the crowd, lingering briefly on Bastien. "As we stand on the threshold of a new era, let us remember that our strength lies in unity, in the bonds we share, and in the courage to face the unknown..
A ripple of applause followed her words, the sound echoing through the ballroom like a soft wave. Queen Lilithe raised her glass in a toast, a small smile playing on her lips. "To the Starlight Festival, and to all that it represents. May our hearts guide us into an everlasting future."
The guests raised their glasses in unison, the clinking of crystal a harmonious accompaniment to the Queen's speech. As the moment passed, the music resumed, and the ballroom once again became a whirl of movement and color, the celebration of history and hope continuing under the watchful gaze of the Queen.
Lucy, Sting, and Rogue exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. The night was only beginning, and in this darkly enchanting setting, anything seemed possible. Yet all Lucy could wonder was… why Lilithe stole her memories and who was trying to kill her.
Drinking the shimmering, cool champagne, Lucy mingled with a few of the other guests. The atmosphere was both familiar and foreign, the faces half-hidden by elaborate masks. She recognized some of the guests from her childhood, though others were strangers to her. This was no longer the court of King Ambrose and Queen Morrigana; this court belonged to their youngest daughter, Queen Lilithe. There was something more sinister and intense about this court, something that set her on edge.
It left her quite uneasy.
As she stood, lost in thought, a silky voice whispered in her ear, "I can hear you fidget from across the ballroom. What is the matter?"
Lucy glanced to her right to see Sting, leaning down to whisper in her ear. His lips brushing against her ear sent a shiver down her spine. "Just coming to terms with this place," she murmured.
Sting wrapped a hand around her waist comfortably, pulling her closer. "Sting?" she whispered, her voice tinged with surprise and something else she couldn't quite name.
He brushed his nose against her cheek, peering at her with his piercing blue eyes. "Plenty of men are staring at you," he said, his voice a low growl.
Lucy glanced around, noticing that Sting was right. Many men peered at her with masked faces, their eyes filled with undisguised lust. The realization made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Instinctively, she pushed her body further into Sting, seeking his protection. His left arm tightened around her, pulling her flush against his chest, offering a sense of security.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, his eyes flickering from her to the dance floor.
Lucy blushed, but smiled nonetheless. "I would love to."
Sting led her to the dance floor, his grip firm and reassuring. The other dancers parted to make way for them, their masked faces turning to watch the pair. As they reached the center of the floor, Sting turned to face her, taking her hand in his and placing his other hand gently on her waist. The music swelled around them, a haunting melody that matched the eerie elegance of the ballroom.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies swaying and turning with the music. Lucy felt herself relax in Sting's arms, the earlier tension melting away. His presence was grounding, and for a moment, the sinister undertones of the court were forgotten. She could feel the strength of his body, the warmth of his hand in hers, the intensity of his gaze as he looked at her.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Sting leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear again. "For what?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin.
"For making me feel safe," she replied, meeting his gaze.
Sting's eyes softened, and he gave her a small, genuine smile. "Always," he promised.
As they continued to dance, Lucy felt a sense of peace she hadn't felt since arriving at the court. The sinister atmosphere and the prying eyes faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own world. She knew the peace wouldn't last, but for now, in Sting's arms, she felt invincible.
The dance ended too soon, and as the music faded, Sting led her off the dance floor. "Let's get some fresh air," he suggested, guiding her towards the balcony.
They stepped out into the cool night, the noise of the ballroom muted behind them. Lucy took a deep breath, the crisp air filling her lungs and clearing her mind. Sting stood beside her, his arm still wrapped protectively around her waist.
"It's beautiful out here," she said, looking up at the starlit sky.
"It is," Sting agreed, though his eyes were on her rather than the stars.
Lucy met his gaze, feeling her heart skip a beat. She was about to say something when the balcony doors opened again, and Rogue stepped out to join them.
"Enjoying the night?" Rogue asked, his voice calm and composed as always.
"Yes," Lucy replied, smiling at him. "Thank you both for looking out for me."
"It's what we're here for," Rogue said, his eyes flickering to Sting with a knowing look.
Before any of them could say more, a soft voice called from the shadows of the balcony. "Bastien?"
They turned to see Queen Lilithe stepping out onto the balcony, her gown shimmering in the moonlight. She moved with grace and authority, her presence commanding their attention. Never did her eyes even glance in their direction.
"Your Majesty," Bastien greeted, stepping forward to meet her. He took her hand and kissed it, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary. "You look breathtaking this evening."
Lilithe smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at Bastien. "Thank you, Bastien," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with her usual demeanor. "You flatter me."
For a moment, it seemed as though the rest of the world fell away. Lilithe's attention remained focused on Bastien, her expression more relaxed and open than it had been earlier. The connection between them was palpable, an unspoken understanding that needed no words.
Lucy watched the exchange with a mixture of intrigue and unease. It was clear that Bastien held a special place in the Queen's heart, but the nature of their relationship remained a mystery. She glanced at Sting and Rogue, both of whom were equally attentive to the interaction.
After a few moments, Lilithe turned her gaze to the trio, her demeanor once again becoming more formal. Lucy remained hidden behind Sting and Rogue. "Why have you called for an audience?" she asked, her tone polite but distant.
Bastien nodded. "I thought it best for you to have a quieter place to converse."
Lilithe's eyes briefly met Sting and Rogue, a flicker of recognition passing through them. "What is it that I can do for you?"
At this, Sting and Rogue stepped aside, revealing a nervous Lucy. The Queen's expression faltered, warmth and longing filling her blue eyes as she swallowed visibly. However, the emotion disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by thinly veiled anger. She turned to Bastien with a clenched jaw.
"Why the hell have you brought her here?" she spat, her tone still commanding and tight.
Bastien remained calm, his expression neutral. "Lilithe, you know just as I do that you can't trust anyone within these walls. I brought her here as a Sabertooth wizard for a job."
"You have put her in danger," Lilithe hissed, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. "She was sent away with taken memories to ensure her safety."
Bastien shrugged nonchalantly. "Your life is in danger—"
Lucy huffed, stepping forward. "I'm right here, y'know!"
Both Lilithe and Bastien turned to her, sharing a look that made Lilithe glare at Bastien while he avoided her gaze.
"Explain to me why you took my memories," Lucy demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Lilithe clenched her jaw again, her eyes softening for a brief moment. "Your father and mother asked me to take your memories when you left, to protect you."
"Why?" Lucy's voice was filled with frustration and confusion.
"I don't entirely know myself," Lilithe admitted, her tone tinged with regret. "I was young and did as my parents and yours ordered. I honestly couldn't tell you the full reason, just that you were to never return here as you would be in danger"
The honesty in Lilithe's eyes struck Lucy. She could tell that Lilithe was telling the truth, or at least as much of it as she knew. The revelation brought more questions than answers, but Lucy decided to let the matter drop, for now. She was here for a job, and that had to take precedence.
Lilithe's eyes softened further as she looked at Lucy. "You were like a sister to me," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sending you away was the hardest thing I ever had to do."
Lucy's heart ached at the admission, memories of their childhood flashing through her mind. The two girls playing in the gardens, whispering secrets, and dreaming of their futures. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Sting and Rogue watched the exchange silently, sensing the depth of emotion between the two women. Bastien stood slightly apart, his eyes flicking between Lilithe and Lucy, his expression unreadable.
Finally, Lilithe took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, her regal demeanor returning. "You are here now, and we must deal with the present. What is this job that Bastien speaks of?"
Lucy glanced at Bastien, who nodded for her to continue. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, meeting Lilithe's gaze. "We were hired to investigate the recent threats against your life and the kingdom. Sabertooth has been commissioned to ensure your safety and uncover the source of these threats."
Lilithe's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "And you believe you can uncover who is behind the attempts?"
"We are determined to try," Lucy replied confidently. "We have faced many challenges together, and we will do everything in our power to protect you and the kingdom."
Lilithe studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Very well. You have my permission to proceed with your investigation. But be careful, Lucy. The dangers within these walls are greater than you can imagine. The castle isn't like you left it."
"We will be cautious," Lucy promised.
Lilithe turned her gaze to Bastien, her expression softening slightly. "Thank you for bringing her here, Bastien. But remember, her safety is paramount. Anything happens to her and she is on the next ship back to Fiore and will never return."
Bastien inclined his head. "I understand, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty," Sting stepped forward. "We believe it would be crucial for Rogue to guard you while we investigate. Twenty-four hours until we uncover who it is."
Lilithe turned to the dragon slayer, eyed him slowly before nodding. "Alright, but please do allow me some privacy."
Rogue stepped forward, bowing his head. "Of course, your Majesty."
With a final glance at Lucy, Lilithe turned and walked back inside, her wolves trailing behind her. The balcony fell silent, the weight of the conversation lingering in the cool night air.
Sting placed a comforting hand on Lucy's shoulder. "We'll figure this out," he said softly. "Together."
Lucy nodded, drawing strength from his presence. She turned to Bastien, her eyes determined. "What's our next move?"
Bastien smiled faintly. "We start by gathering information. There are many secrets hidden within these walls, and we need to uncover them if we are to protect the Queen. I have already compiled a list of every key member within these walls, courtiers, staff and the council members and even the royal family."
Lucy took a deep breath, ready to face whatever lay ahead. "Then let's get started."
Sting turned to Rogue, "go, follow her. We will reconvene later tonight."
Rogue gave a brief nod before sinking into the shadows and disappearing completely.
Queen Lilithe stepped into the moonlit courtyard, her regal presence softened by the delicate glow of the night. The courtyard was serene, with a large, ancient tree standing majestically at its center. This tree was the heart of the kingdom, its roots deeply entwined with the magic and history of the land. Lilithe approached it with reverence, her steps light and purposeful.
Rogue watched from the shadows, his eyes never leaving her. He knew this was the moment when she was most vulnerable, but he couldn't help but admire her. She looked ethereal, the moonlight casting a silver halo around her. As she knelt before the tree, Rogue felt a strange mix of protectiveness and awe.
Lilithe placed her hands on the tree's trunk, her fingers tracing the ancient runes carved into its bark. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and began to pour all her magic into the tree. A radiant white light emanated from her body, illuminating the entire courtyard. The tree seemed to respond, its leaves shimmering with the same ethereal glow.
Rogue's breath caught in his throat. She looked so beautiful, so powerful, and yet so fragile in that moment. The white light bathed her in an otherworldly glow, highlighting the delicate features of her face, the soft curve of her lips, and the graceful line of her neck. He had never seen anything so breathtaking.
The Queen's magic flowed steadily into the tree, strengthening its ancient power. As the last of her magic left her, the light began to fade. Lilithe stood, but her strength had been drained. She stumbled, her knees buckling slightly.
Before she could fall, Rogue stepped out of the shadows, his movements swift and sure. He caught her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, steadying her. Lilithe looked up at him, surprise flickering in her eyes, quickly replaced by a guarded expression.
"You should be more careful," Rogue said softly, his voice filled with concern. "You're vulnerable out here."
Lilithe's lips curved into a faint, weary smile. "I didn't expect anyone to be watching."
"I was tasked with protecting you," Rogue replied, gently helping her stand tall. "And that includes times like this."
For a moment, they stood there, close enough to feel each other's warmth. Lilithe's eyes softened as she looked at him, a hint of gratitude in her gaze. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rogue nodded, his grip on her waist firm but gentle. "Let's get you back inside," he said, guiding her towards the castle.
As they walked, Lilithe leaned on him slightly, her strength slowly returning. Rogue remained vigilant, his senses alert for any danger. But his thoughts kept drifting back to the vision of Lilithe bathed in that ethereal light, a sight he knew he would never forget.
Inside the castle, they paused in an empty corridor. Lilithe looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "You truly care for this kingdom," she said softly. "For its people."
"I do," Rogue replied. "And for you."
Lilithe's eyes searched his for a moment, then she nodded. "You care for Lucy."
"She has become a dear friend," Rogue responded.
This caused Lilithe's lips to twitch as though preventing a smile. Her gaze lingered on him, a spark of curiosity and something deeper igniting in her eyes.
"You will have to accompany me every night this week as it is the Starlight Festival," Lilithe said, her voice taking on a slightly more teasing tone. "I do hope that you will not grow weary of being my bodyguard."
"Never, Your Majesty," Rogue replied, his tone sincere but laced with a hint of amusement.
Lilithe's eyes glinted with amusement. "Be careful, Rogue," she said, stepping closer. "Flattery might get you into trouble."
"Is it flattery if it's true?" Rogue countered, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate register.
Lilithe's breath hitched slightly at his words, but she recovered quickly, a challenging smile curving her lips. "You are bold, aren't you?"
"I simply speak my mind," Rogue said, his gaze unwavering.
She took a step back, breaking the contact, though her gaze never wavered.
"I ask that anything you hear within these walls, in my private meetings and conversations, you keep to yourself. There are things that no one should know," Lilithe said, her voice firm but with a lingering trace of warmth.
Rogue thought back to the conversation between her uncle and Lilithe. "I wouldn't think of it, my lady," he promised.
Lilithe's eyes softened again, the guardedness slipping away for just a moment. "Good. I need someone I can trust other than Bastien and Lucy."
"You have my word," Rogue assured her, his voice steady.
Lilithe's smile returned, more genuine this time, though still tinged with a hint of something deeper. "Thank you, Rogue. I believe you."
Turning, she slipped back into the ballroom, and Rogue kept his distance, watching and waiting from the shadows.
The ballroom was a scene of opulence, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Lilithe moved gracefully among the guests, her presence commanding yet approachable. Rogue observed her, his eyes never straying far, even as he kept a keen awareness of the surroundings.
Time seemed to blur as conversations flowed and the atmosphere of the ballroom remained lively. Yet, a sudden tension prickled Rogue's senses. He scanned the room, his instincts on high alert.
And then it happened. A series of deafening explosions rocked the ballroom, shaking the foundations of the castle. The once harmonious gathering dissolved into chaos. Guests screamed and scrambled for the exits, their elegant attire forgotten in the frantic rush to escape. The opulent decor was marred by debris and smoke, filling the air with acrid fumes.
Rogue's heart pounded as he pushed through the panicked crowd, his eyes locked on Lilithe. She stood in the center of the chaos, her regal composure faltering for just a moment before she regained it, scanning the room with sharp, assessing eyes.
But Rogue's blood ran cold when he saw a man moving purposefully towards Lilithe, a glinting knife in his hand. The man's eyes were filled with a cold, determined malice, his intentions unmistakable.
"Your Majesty!" Rogue shouted, breaking into a sprint.
Lilithe turned at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening as she saw the threat. The man lunged forward, his knife aimed at her heart. Lilithe moved to defend herself, but the sheer number of people pressing in around her made it difficult.
Rogue reached them just in time. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it sharply and causing the knife to clatter to the ground. The attacker snarled, attempting to break free, but Rogue's grip was unyielding. He delivered a swift, powerful punch to the man's jaw, sending him sprawling.
"Get her out of here!" Rogue barked at a nearby guard, who quickly moved to Lilithe's side.
Lilithe hesitated, her eyes meeting Rogue's with a mixture of fear and determination. "Be careful," she urged, her voice steady despite the chaos.
"I will," Rogue promised, his gaze unwavering.
The guard escorted Lilithe towards an exit, and Rogue turned his attention back to the fallen assailant. He knelt down, gripping the man's collar and lifting him slightly off the ground.
"Who sent you?" Rogue demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
The man spat blood, a defiant sneer on his face. "I'm not the only one," he rasped before his body went limp, a self-inflicted poison taking effect.
Rogue cursed under his breath, letting the man's body drop. He rose to his feet, scanning the room once more. There were more explosions, more attackers hidden among the guests, but his primary concern was ensuring Lilithe's safety.
Pushing through the chaos, Rogue followed the path Lilithe and the guard had taken, determined to reach her. His mind raced with thoughts of who could be behind the attack and what their motives might be. But one thing was clear: he wouldn't let anyone harm Lilithe.
As he approached the exit, another explosion rocked the corridor, throwing Rogue off balance. He braced himself against the wall, his ears ringing from the blast. Pushing forward, he spotted Lilithe and the guard just ahead, ducking into a side passage.
Rogue caught up to them, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "This way," he urged, leading them towards a more secure part of the castle.
Lilithe nodded, her eyes fierce and resolute.
The guard shook his head, his grip on the Queen's forearm tightening. "I am under orders to bring the Queen somewhere else."
A warning from his dragon instincts told Rogue that something was off about this guard. Without hesitation, Rogue used his shadows to separate the guard from Lilithe, who immediately stood behind him, her hands gripping his arm for protection and strength.
"Rogue?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"This isn't a guard," Rogue said, narrowing his eyes. "The other assassin said that he wasn't the only one."
With a swift motion, Rogue's shadows enveloped the false guard, restraining him in a dark, ethereal grip. The man struggled, but the shadows held him fast, tightening with every movement.
"Who sent you?" Rogue demanded, his voice a dangerous growl.
The man sneered, his eyes filled with malice. "You think I'll tell you anything?"
Rogue's shadows constricted further, causing the man to gasp in pain. "You're going to regret this," he spat, his voice laced with venom.
Lilithe clung to Rogue, her fingers digging into his arm. Despite the fear in her eyes, there was a spark of determination. "We need answers, Rogue. We need to know who's behind this."
Rogue nodded, his grip on the shadows unwavering. "You'll talk, or you'll die here," he said, his tone cold and unyielding.
The man's resolve began to crumble under the pressure. "Alright, alright!" he gasped. "It wa–"
Before the guard could say anything, a deafening shot could be heard, echoing as a hole appeared between his eyes. Blood splattered onto Rogue's face as the guy grew limp. Rogue slowly lowered the guy to the ground, his shadows immediately searching the area. Finding nothing, he sighed.
Lilithe's grip tightened, and Rogue felt a surge of protectiveness for the young queen. "He was silenced." She whispered, her eyes grew distant and reserved.
He didn't like the way death didn't phase her. How she seemed to just accept it and move on.
Rogue's shadows drew back into him as Lilithe remained close, her body trembling against him. "Thank you, Rogue," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and something more, a deep-seated trust.
Rogue turned to her, his eyes softening. "I'll always protect you, Your Majesty."
Lilithe nodded.
"Come, I will bring you to Lord Bastien and Lucy." Rogue offered, noting how she still continued to cling to him.
As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Rogue kept his senses sharp, ready for any further threats. But his mind kept drifting back to the warmth of Lilithe's touch, the way she had clung to him for protection. It made his dragon purr in satisfaction that she sought him for strength and protection.