❝𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂.❞
(i will fear no evil)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Five years had passed since the divine deal was made and a lot had changed, following the phase of time.
Elianna sta...
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Iftia: Lyx Palace, Elianna's Bedchamber
• Elianna •
Shaken awake by a violent movement beside her, Elianna opened her eyes wide and saw that Rowan was struggling in his sleep. She quickly pushed herself to sit, her eyes noticed the magic circle surrounding them. Like a curse, the brighter it shone, the deeper Rowan dug his nails into his skin as he writhed in pain.
Hurriedly, she put her arms around him and held his body close to her as she summoned a thick veil of her shadows to shield them from the blinding lights. She brushed a hand through the short strands of his hair that were damped with sweat whispering comforting words but he only pleaded in his sleep, his voice filled with sorrow and pain.
"Never..." he repeated again and again. His despairing bleat caused her heart to wrench as she hugged him tighter each time, trying to soothe him out of the nightmare that caused him to suffer so deeply.
Similar to the other times she saw him in this state, she sensed a force attempting to prise its way through her shadowed barrier. The ominous energy was stronger than what she felt five years ago and unease quickly surfaced as she held her hand forward. Concentrating on the magic energy within her, she pushed the unknowing force back. In a low voice, she warned, "Whoever you are, don't even try."
Following the ceased pressure and blinding lights of magic, the air swiftly lifted itself and she let out an exhale of relief. Peering down, she found Rowan still asleep with his brows pinched together, face taut and his anxiety still apparent. No matter how much she tried to calm him down, it wouldn't work and his breathing only grew more erratic with each passing moment. Running out of options, Elianna decided to shake him awake. "Rowan," she called softly while nudging his shoulders. "Rowan, please wake up."
It took her several tries before he eventually stirred awake and woke up completely distraught and he began to panic even more. Heartbroken to see him in this state, she quickly pulled him into her embrace and comforted, "It's me, please don't be scared. I won't harm you."
After a few breaths, he finally calmed down in the slightest bit but his voice still shook as he stammered, "I-I can't stop it. I'm sorry—"
"Shh, it's okay. Just breathe," she assured. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you. I've got you, my love."
Rowan reached for her and his trembling hands landed on the curve of her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder. With strength, he pushed her down on the bed and clasped the sides of her cheeks with his palms. He murmured, "Eli—"
He leaned his body down and rested his weight on her. Their lips found each other and he kissed her, in a rushed and hurried manner. She jolted in surprise but didn't attempt to push him away. She wouldn't do that, especially not when she felt the amount of desperation in the way he moved against her. She held him closer to her and her heart ached as she knew that he was lost in his fears and anxiety. His charged emotions quickly turned everything between them frantic.
