Everyone has a story to tell.
A story no one has ever heard.
A story that someone is definitely willing to read.
In this book, I write short stories that I couldn't find anywhere else to put. A figment of my imagination or a part of my soul? Who co...
He was aware it was because of him. It always was.
Yet his eyes remained shut.
Don't worry.
"He wouldn't make it, bring more water. Go fast."
Unleash your wrath.
"Get Teacher! He'd know what to do."
They won't feel a thing.
"Wake him up, someone! The fire is getting out of control!"
And then, suddenly, the voice inside his head grew quiet. There was an eerie drop of temperature, even the heat behind his eyelids lessened. His heartbeat was calming down, so was his pulse.
Splash!
A handful of water was splashed on his face and his eyes flew open only to shut immediately because of the water.
"Mother." His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
"What do you think you were doing, Aramis?" He could feel his mother's seething demeanour from at least five kingdoms.
He knew keeping his mouth shut would be a pretty logical thing to do. He didn't need his mother to lash out on him for his slip up. He was humiliated enough before the servants.
His arms were filled with goosebumps due to the sudden drop in temperature and his eyes wandered to see the burned land near him, which now had been covered in cold, strange ice.
Confusion was gnawing at his mind.
His blazing eyes looked up to find a pair of hard, steely blue ones look right back at him. He took in the features of the owner of those deadly orbs instantly.
The woman, probably a few years younger than him, was standing defiantly adorning a white blouse, a pair of leather pants and a black jacket. Her brown tresses were captured in what seemed like a death grip of a bun. High cheekbones and a button nose were what he noticed at first about her face, apart from her eyes. There was smugness in her barely-there smile.
And then there were her eyes.
Cold.
Glinting under the sun.
His mother cleared her throat as she introduced the girl.
"Aramis, meet Joan."
Joan... I've heard that name before.
"Your Highness," a mortal servant came running towards them. "Your Majesty demands your presence right away."
Queen nodded and dismissed him.
"You two might introduce yourselves. I'll be joining you both soon," Queen said with a smile. "And Aramis, behave."
He suppressed his urge to roll his eyes at his mother. He was not a child anymore.
"I'm Joan," the girl with icy eyes said as soon as his mother left.
There was something about her that he was forgetting... missing.
And something she obviously wasn't disclosing. He could read it in her smile.
Her smile was the kind where one was aware of the magician's trick. And yet decides to go with the act.
"I'm Aramis-"
"I know," she said. "The Prince who wears cruelty as his second skin."
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