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Sunlight spilled across the chamber, soft and golden, pooling around her. She sat quietly on the couch, cradling a bowl of popcorn. Her hair had grown longer now, just past her nape.
She glanced up. Our eyes met for a heartbeat.
Then she looked away.
She’d been doing that a lot lately. Looking away. And no matter how much I tried not to let it sting, it did. Every time.
Her skin had color now, it was no longer pale and translucent like it once was. Her eyes were clearer too, no longer dulled by fear or fatigue. Even her lips, once cracked and bloodless, had softened into pink and full of life again.
Her small nose was dusted faintly pink from the sunlight, and at the center of her forehead, that faint symbol like a birthmark or forgotten rune held my gaze longer than I meant to. I still didn’t know what it was, but god, it fascinated me, and it suited her.
Maravek had told me she weighed barely 20 kilograms when she arrived. I’d memorized that number and it haunted me. Now she was closer to 30, and though still small, she had filled out subtly.
I glanced at the television and nearly chuckled. Anime.
I smirked. Two weeks ago, she had caught me watching it in the dead of night when I couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t said a word then, but clearly she’d remembered. Now she was the one bingeing it. Of all things… this was the first thing we ever had in common.
“Hey,” I mumbled, waving toward her casually.
As expected, she ignored me.
“I’m here too, you know,” Hasmik drawled from the far end of the room, not looking up from her phone. “A little acknowledgment would be nice, Your Majesty.”
I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t think you even noticed I walked in, with the way you’ve been smashing that screen.”
She snorted without missing a beat. “You’re just jealous you don’t have reflexes like mine.”
“Game addict.” I taunted.
She gasped in mock offense.
It still baffled me sometimes that she was mated to Lupercus and had been for five years. They were those lucky ones that found themselves earlier. He was mostly calm, brooding, and quiet. Hasmik was the exact opposite-brash, energetic, and filled endlessly with sarcasm. But it worked.
Somehow.
Which is why I’d asked her to be Narine’s lady-in-waiting. I thought her boldness would be a good counter to Narine’s quiet. That maybe, just maybe, Hasmik could help her adjust.
“Anyway,” Hasmik yawned, tossing her game console aside and standing with a dramatic stretch, “I made sure she’s well-fed and cozy. You’re welcome.”
I nodded in silent appreciation.
She grinned. “Bye, Narine. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? And if you ever want to ditch the gloomy Alpha and just goof off or escape this palace-sized prison, I’m the girl.”
Narine said nothing. Just turned her gaze toward the window.
Hasmik sighed fondly. “You’re so cute when you try to ignore affection,” she muttered under her breath, then vanished through the door with a wave.
Silence fell again.
“Sooo…” I tried, stuffing my hands in my pockets. “How was your day?”
She bit her lip and damn it, it made my ears burn at how innocent she looked.
She picked up her tablet and typed something quickly, then turned the screen toward me.
“I remember you once offered to take me to the garden. Does that still stand?”
I froze.
Not because of the question.
But because she asked it. Of her own will.
Hope fluttered inside me like the first breath of spring. And a slow, helpless grin spread across my face.
“Absolutely,” I reassured softly.
Narine’s POV
I followed him cautiously, keeping several paces behind.
The halls felt endless. I found myself glancing around every few seconds, my heart raced at shadows, the sharp angles of statues, or the glint of gold-veined marble catching the light. My fingers kept twitching, gripping the hem of my sleeve before switching to the corner of my shirt, then back again.
I was fidgeting.
He came to a stop so suddenly that I didn’t register it fast enough, and I bumped right into his back.
Hard.
I gasped softly, and my nose stung as it collided with his back. I instantly stepped back, clutching my nose.
“Hey, are you okay?” His voice dropped an octave as he bent slightly to look at me.
Of course, he had to be tall. Towering, really. The kind of tall that made me feel even smaller than I already did. And now he was crouching to meet my gaze, and I hated that my first instinct was to look away. I dropped my hands from my face and nodded quickly, trying not to flinch beneath his eyes.
He chuckled.
“You look like Rudolph with that red nose of yours.”
I blinked, startled. Then snapped my gaze up to him, surprised by the unexpected reference. Rudolph?
He grinned, amused by my reaction, and I quickly looked away again.
He stepped toward the wall and waved his hand over a smooth, silver panel. A screen blinked to life with soft blue light. My eyes widened slightly. How had I not noticed that? It looked just like the rest of the wall a moment ago. His fingers pressed a glowing symbol, and with a low hiss, a hidden door slid open seamlessly.
I stepped back, startled.
The door wasn’t like the others I’d seen in my entire life. It was shaped oddly, more like a cylinder or… a capsule. And it had moved. Doors weren’t supposed to move like that, were they?
He turned to me and gestured. “Come on in, Narine.”
I hesitated, staring at the open space. But I forced my legs forward.
The space was cleaner than I expected, almost sterile. A single brass bar lined the side, and a faint hum vibrated beneath the floor. Sargis stepped in after me. The door slid shut behind us with a soft thud.
I exhaled slowly. We were closed in.
He pressed the number five on the glowing screen.
My heart leapt into my throat.
The ground was moving. No, we were moving.
Down? Up?
I couldn’t tell. I gasped and instinctively reached for something, brushing my fingers against the brass bar just in time. My legs wobbled, and I pressed my back to the cool wall behind me.
“What..what is this?” I thought to myself.
I didn’t like this. I didn’t like things I couldn’t predict. The floor wasn’t supposed to move. Spaces weren’t supposed to close like this. My chest tightened.
“HEY! Relax, relax…it’s just an elevator.”
