Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
“They don’t know she exists. I run, they will hunt me and find her. Go, I will hold them off,”
“Tatty no!” Marrissa says, grabbing her robe when she turns to run out the door.
“Take her to the Valkyrie Kingdom. If it is safe, give her to her mate,” my mother says before rushing out the door only to stop. ‘Tatty, no!”
“Keep her safe,” my mother says and Marrissa jolts as my mother’s command rolls over her.
“Don’t you fight it. You owe me this much.” my mother says and Marrissa shakes her head. Tears streamed down her face yet she halted in her efforts to stop her
“What about Trey?”Marrissa asks and my mother freezes. She looks over her shoulder and smiles sadly
“He will look for you. He will find her,” my mother says before disappearing out the door.
“Mummy! Mummy!” | scream, watching her leave me when Marrissa hushes me trying to quiet my cries for my mother. She sets me back down in my crib before looking for a bag and jamming whatever her hands reach inside before tossing the window open.
As she does the door bursts open and a hunter rushes in. Marrissa and him square off when she dives for her sword, and slashes through the air. The sword bites into the man’s shoulder and he falls to the ground before she brings the sword down again, spraying the room in blood. When she is done she drops the sword before rushing over to me where I stood clutching the railing of my crib screaming.
“Hush, Ivy. Hush,” she murmurs and I quiet down watching as she goes to the window before cursing and slamming it shut, she looks around nervously before looking at the man on the floor. She quickly rushes over shutting the door before ripping at his clothes and pulling them on before she tugs my nightie off and places new clothes on me and tucks a blanket around me.
“Ma Ma, where is mummy?” I whine. My little hands shook as I gripped her shoulders.
“She went to get daddy, she’ll be okay. Daddy is strong. Daddy will protect her,” she says, kissing my cheek. She opens the door peering out into the hall where bodies lay, and blood stained the windows and roof.
“Close your eyes princess, and hands on your ears,” she whispers and I nod, tucking my face in her neck and placing my hands over my ears.
Darkness overwhelmed me and I sobbed, my tiny hands not enough to stop the horrendous screams that rang through the castle halls when Marrissa started running.
She ran before I heard her shoes screeching on the tiled floors, jostling me in her arms. I open my eyes and peer over her shoulder as she turns a corner only to stop again. Men come up behind her and she turns and I see men down the other end of the corridor.
She twists and turns trying to watch them before jumping off the balcony with me to the floor below, I land on her chest and I hear the air expel from her lungs as she cries out before she stops. She took a few moments to get up while I banged on her chest and her eyes flew open and she rolled with me in her arms. She staggers clutching anything she could to remain standing before looking to the bottom floor. Men fought and a massacre was happening before our eyes when she turned.
“I need you to be really quiet for me,” she says and I nod. She looks around before her eyes stare at something when I hear men scream that she was on the floor below. Marrissa rushes to the wall and opens a laundry shoot. She stuffs me inside.
“Close your eyes Ivy, hands over your ears. Ma ma will be back,” she says before shutting the door. I stare into the darkness of the laundry shoot before hearing Marrissa’s voice.
“Cedric, it’s not what you think. Listen to me,” Marrissa pleads.
“You killed the Queen! My Queen!” he roared.
“No! Listen to me,” Marrissa says, and I clench my eyes shut when I hear the fighting begin. The snarls and growls are horrendous.
Time slips by, I don’t know how long passes yet the noises grow louder the screams more tortured when finally the door opens and Marrissa is reaching in for me. My heart lurches in my chest and my breathing sounded loud to my ears. Marrissa was covered in blood, even her face, and I backed away into the corner scared of her
“Come on, it’s me.” she coaxes.
Kyson POV
I was questioning everything, absolutely everything, except one thing. She was not broken No, my Queen was resilient, maybe more so than me. She wore her trauma like jeweled armor and camouflage, yet I saw her. Saw her determination and strength and at first I thought that would be our downfall.
Yet watching her as she slept I realized how wrong I was. I was so used to being the Alpha King, yet with her I could be Kyson and nothing more, and she would have me. Even after what I put her through. No matter how many times I tore her down wanting her to submit to the bond, and to me, she came back more determined to do the right thing. She had more scars than men of war and she wore them as if they were jewels of her mercy, which was something I saw as weak.
It angered me that she could forgive Ester and her son, that she could set them free despite what they took from us. Despite how they nearly killed her and us.
Azalea was able to forgive the unforgivable and remaining pure of heart despite hers being broken repeatedly. My Queen saw past her anger and chose forgiveness and understanding while I only craved blood and revenge
Yet looking at her now, I realize it didn’t make her weak, it made her strong because it showed her capacity to forgive and keep going, keep moving while I had been stuck in a past I no longer wanted part
Seeking vengeance, yet seeking that, I became as lost as the dead stumbling blindly in an abyss and
living in limbo. I was the weak one, not her.
It was never about setting them free alone, she was setting a piece of herself that was broken free, allowing herself to move on and get through the torture, showing them she wasn’t a monster like them.
She wasn’t a jealous, vengeful cold hearted killer. No she was far more than that she is a Queen. A
Queen is someone who puts her own desires and wants behind her to protect her people, despite them almost ruining her, she saved them because they were her people. Ester was a mother and having her own child ripped from her wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, not even her enemy
Azalea broke, then picked herself back up and kept going. I guess that is one thing I can thank Mrs.
Daley for, she made my Queen indestructible and I was beginning to realize I didn’t need to covet her away to keep her safe. What I needed was to unleash her, stand beside her, and watch her bring them to their knees. And she would, for she was a Landeena, she is the Empress of Alphas. She is my biggest contender, she is also my redemption, and she is mine cherish. I brush her hair back as she sleeps, a whimper escapes her and a tear slips down her cheek.
“Hush my love.” I whisper, brushing her cheek as I wondered what she was dreaming about. What did she fear. Does she not know I would lay my life down for her without hesitation, I would keep her safe.
Azalea writhes and her heart rate increases her fingers digging into my ribs where she slept.
Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers and smooth’ her hair down, about to wake her up when she gasps, clutching her chest and looking around frantically. I stare around the room as she sits upright, wondering what it she is seeing that I can’t Her claws slip out and she growls when I clutch her, hauling her onto my chest, she was still stuck in her dream, not quite awake.
I let my calling slip out, willing her to calm and it does as she melts against me. “What is it? What scared you?” | purred, trying to calm her as she sobbed in my arms.
“She didn’t do it,” she whispers and relief floods the bond along with immense sadness. I sigh, when she speaks again
“She didn’t Kyson I saw it, she didn’t do it. You have to believe me,” she says, pushing against my chest and sitting up
“I believe you,” I tell her clutching her face in my hands when she tries to climb off me. She presses her forehead against mine.
“You believe me?” she exhales,closing her eyes and I nod.
“I believe you believe what you’re saying. Therefore, I believe you. We’ll figure it out,” I tell her and she nods and I hug her closer.
“I can prove it. Cedric was there, I heard him,”
“Heard what?” I ask confused, she was dreaming, having a nightmare about Cedric?
“I heard Cedric, she was trying to tell him. I remembered. I remembered that night,” she says before she breaks.
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