Chapter 242 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Those two names were blessed and cursed and were no longer part of the future I now chose or wanted.

Staring up at the place we shall now call home Abbie moves toward me, bumping her shoulder against mine. I smile looking over at her, Tyson on her hip.

“Ready?” she asks and I nod and Kyson unravels his arms from around my waist and takes my hand, leading me toward the huge stone staircase. Everyone bustled around to get the place ready, as what was left of our people moved in. Reaching the top Cedric is waiting by the door with Trey, the blessed sword that belonged to my father in his hand. I couldn‘t imagine what it must be like for them being back here, yet they looked almost relieved. Like this place never stopped being home for them.

Cedric bows his head and Trey offers me his hand. I place mine in his only for him to turn me around to face the courtyard, to see the hundreds of faces of what‘s left of mine and Kyson‘s people, what‘s left of the fallen Kingdoms staring back at us.

“We pledge our allegiance to Kyson Keller Valkyrie, Emperor of Lycania and the Emperor of Valkyrie and Azalea Ivy Rose Valkyrie, Empress of Lycania, and the Empress of Valkyrie, the true heir and

Empress of the Kingdoms. I bleed for Valkyrie, I fight for Valkyrie, I die for Valkyrie. We are Valkyrie and our Empress and Emperor have risen. And so has the Valkyrie Guard. We pledge to serve and protect.” They bow their heads and fall to one knee in unison.

“A the Kingdom shall rise, we shall rise with it. And if this Kingdom falls, we too shall fall,” they finish.

In awe of their display and how quickly they would accept this new place as home. I turned to Cedric and retrieved my sword, my finger’s wrapping around the hilt, the talisman was cool beneath my palm and I pledged to my people, feeling it warm in my grip.

“I pledge allegiance to Lycania and to my people. I‘ll bleed for them, I‘ll fight for them, I‘ll die for them I am now and forever more, Azalea Ivy-Rose Valkyrie, Empress of the Lycania and this is now our

Kingdom, And my people are more than my life.” I tell them before gripping the blade and swiping my hand from the hilt to tip

Yet as my blood washes over the steel it transforms. Gone are the crests and symbols of Landeena. In its place, etched in blue and red carved into the replenished steel lay the makings of a new one.

A mixture of all the Kingdoms that rose and fell, the Kingdoms of Lycania. The steel glows and heats, branding and forging and I could feel the power that lay within its steel, feel the rightfulness of it in my hand when hands moved down my arms from behind and the familiar sparks I loved rushed over me.

Cedric takes my sword and Kyson lifts my bleeding hand to his lips from behind me, the warmth of his chest seeping into me as he traces the slice with his tongue, healing the wounds left. And the scar it leaves matches the new crest now emblazoned in the steel.

‘More than my life. Always more,” Kyson whispers.

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This was it. Alpha Brock would finally put an end to my misery today. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, though I was surprised he didn’t jump to put me down that very day. Death was the least of my fears, no, my biggest was being put up for auction and being sold to the butcher. Vile man, despicable. I shudder at the thought and suck in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. I would kill myself before I ever let myself be placed in his hands. Doyle would not have me. no he would not be allowed to violate me further, and I knew I, would understand.

She knew the pain he caused me, though we never spoke of it. Yet even she knew what he did. If only she hadn’t climbed on that chair next to me, the rope would have held my weight and my misery would have ended that fateful day. Although the very thought of leaving I, with the headmistress, Mrs. Daley, made bile rise up my throat.

Wicked old bitch, I couldn’t stand her. Especially after what she just did to us. My back stung. but I knew the markings that lashed my skin was nothing compared to the whipping I, just got. All because she gave us too many chores, more than usual king was visiting today.

As if we cared he would just be another to torment us if given the chance. I flinch as I place the rag doused in medicinal herbs on her skin. She tried not to move or cringe, but I knew it must be burning like crazy. I quickly swipe a stray tear from my cheek. reminding myself it would be over for both of us very soon.

Eight horrendous years later and we would finally be free of this place, this life and I couldn’t wait. Death.

ARTIDE Most would think it morbid to wish for death, but death would be more pleasant than the life we are living in this orphanage. Housed by the very pack that killed our parents, the alpha slaughtered them right in front of us mercilessly. Grabbing a bandage, I started wrapping it around her torso. I, shudders and grips the duvet on the bottom bunk, fisting it trying to hide the pain she was in.

I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying. Goddess knows Mrs. Daley would punish us worse if she saw a tear. LA Once I had finished dressing her wounds I reached for her blouse and helped her pull it on, while un—tucking her raven hair as it bunched up inside the blouse.

I smiled sadly at her, hoping that the little herbs would help remove some of the pain for her. I, swallows and nudges me, taking the leftover rags and tapping me in a silent message to turn around.

Ivy dab, the wounds on my back with a wet cloth to clean them, though mine were more just raised skin and stung a little, hers were deep gashes. When Ivy has finished she squeezes my arm gently and I bull my blouse back on, hissing as my shoulders move. Ivy watches me and silence falls between us.

This was it today the Alpha would end us and if I had to go out I was glad I had Ivy by my side. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared. It made me wonder if I would be reunited with my parents. Gosh how I missed them.

It had been so long I almost forgot what they looked like. Reaching my hand out I, places her calloused one in mine and I look around the orphanage bedroom, the room lined with bunks, for the children we looked after for eight years.

I would miss them. I give Ivy’s hand a squeeze and she squeezes mine back, but I don’t let go as we walk out of the bedroom. We walk up the long corridors, passing each room and it saddens me knowing I would not wake up tomorrow to little faces to clean, and little hands dragging us from our bed to make them breakfast.

The children here were the only good thing about this place. As we passed each room, I hesitated at Tyson’s door. I worried who would look after him, he is non—verbal and had a severe learning disability that Mrs. Daley refused to have him tested. I worried whether he would get fed or would Mrs. Daley lock him away again like she did when he first came here.

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