It all started when…I decided to write a short story that turned into a complete novella. I hope you love it as much as I do.

Note from Author

This novella is not a love story. It’s a femme rage coming-of-age story. It charts the ascent of the Queen of Mõsa and marks the dawn of a new era.

This novella contains elements of abusive relationships, bullying, classism, death/dying, the death penalty, drinking (recreational), emotional abuse, forced captivity, murder, murder (attempted), racism, racist microaggressions, serious injury, sexism, sexual content, sexual abuse, slurs, swearing, and violence.

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Beneath Sundom’s twin moons, the golden geodesic sand sleigh races, carrying Ladies Lygia and Lia Ashen toward the enchanted crystalline castle.

"They call me a strategic whore for agreeing to marry our people's enemy,” Lygia vented to her sister Lia.

"Let them label you however they fucking want, Lygia. It's the strength of your choices that define you, not the judgments of others,” Lia encouraged.

“I’ll brave their words, safeguard their well-being, and secure their sustenance, while they insist I have done it for my own gain,” Lygia affirms.

Lia interjects with a playful tone, "I'd argue it's all for your own benefit. Bagging a handsome prince whose adoring letters you protect like treasured secrets? That sounds like a pretty sweet deal if you ask me."

“He’s a perfect gentleman and his secrets are safe with me,” Lygia defends, her eyes sparkling.

As the sand sleigh jostles the sisters, Lygia rolls her eyes and adds, “Because my love for our people runs deep, I’ll endure their insults and this horrid carriage ride.” 

In a moment of frustration, Lia asserts, “You’re lucky we’re twins; it’s my love for you that makes this journey bearable.”

With a blend of exasperation and frustration, Lygia replies, "Lia, my patience wears thin; your grumbling has persisted for the last four sunrises. We'll reach our destination by the next sunrise. Your discontent will dissipate once you behold the sun-kissed physique of the Sundom sons," Lygia assures.

"After enduring all of this, they had better be worth the trouble!" Lia quipped with a wry smile.

Within the golden carriage, a ceaseless rattling hums, drowned by the desert's swirling winds, compelling the sisters to shout to be heard. Unspoken but understood, Lygia shares Lia's sentiment about the relentless journey to Sundom, an unforgiving traverse through the harsh desert taxing their bodies. Six sunrises witness their carriage slicing through golden dunes—a gleaming vessel against a sky scorched by almost supernatural suns. The desert unfolds, an endless sea of undulating golds and browns, rippling beneath the relentless heat.

Brushing aside the opulent crimson window fabrics, Lygia is mesmerized by the harsh sunlight painting the dunes in a radiant gold spectrum, their peaks shimmering like molten embers.

In quiet reflection, Lygia wonders, "How can something of such exquisite beauty be equally deadly?”

Pounding on the carriage roof, Lia's voice pierces the air, warning the driver, "I swear to the Holy Mother, harm one hair on my sister's head – your future queen – and I'll cut you where you stand." Despite her petite frame, Lia, a lean beauty, wields deadly skill with a sword, a secret concealed from the prince and his consort. In a society discouraging women from learning to defend themselves, their father, Lord Felipe, covertly trained his daughters in both swordplay and literacy. As part of her betrothal, Alexis insisted Lia accompany her sister, becoming a clandestine asset in the royal court.

Although the driver slowed to ease the rattling, the constant jostling over the uneven terrain continued. Beads of perspiration glisten on their brown foreheads, evidence of the toll exacted by the unforgiving desert suns.

The night falls like an ambush; as the temperature decreases, white puffs begin to escape with each breath. 

“If the suns don't drain us, the cold surely will,” Lia spat.

The desert transforms into a realm of indigo twilight. The carriage, now a haven against the biting cold, as the sisters cuddle under the white fur pelts. 

The carriage halts at the golden gates of Sundom, a mix of anticipation and weariness settles upon the sisters. Lygia's brown gaze reflects determination, a blend of responsibility and the weight of her impending role as the future queen. Beside her, Lia's eyes shimmer with a combination of awe and trepidation, the unknown challenges of the court unfolding before them. Together, they step into the awaiting intrigue, the air thick with both uncertainty and the promise of uniting their houses.

To their surprise the sisters witnessed three corpses burning on stakes. Sending people to the fires was an antiquated and gruesome punishment for those who would dishonor the crown.  Something Prince A'dien promised to do away with once he became king. 

Lia quickly gripped the hidden pommel that was hidden under her travel cloak.  A blade given to her by her father before they boarded the carriage.  The three lifeless bodies continued to smolder on the stakes. The act of sending individuals accused of treason to the flames was deemed an archaic and gruesome punishment for those who dared to dishonor the crown. Lygia, repulsed by the nauseating odor, instinctively covered her mouth with her cloak.

As they crossed into the white geodesic castle, its crystalline structures rising from the desert floor, a momentary breathlessness overcame them. 

Born in the heart of Sundom, within the city of Averil, neither sister had dared to roam the castle halls until a summons arrived a cycle past. The Prince beckoned for all daughters of Sundom's noble blood in search of his mate and future queen. When the prince chose a daughter of Averial as his mate, speculations arose about a political maneuver to fortify the Eastern Isles amidst the rising strength and allegiance of the people of Mōsa. This union aimed to rekindle the bonds between the houses of Alacor and Aviel. Though traditionally adversaries, their mutual disdain for the people of Mōsa proved a rare common ground.

In a stroke of luck, during Lygia and A'dien's inaugural encounter, a flame kindled within the depths of Prince A'dien's gaze as he beheld Lygia. Amid the swirl of noble daughters and courtly festivities, their eyes connected in a silent understanding. A magnetic force pulled them together, eclipsing the world around them.

As the music started playing, Prince A'dien asked Lygia to dance. Everything around them seemed to blur as they stepped to the floor. The music, like a heartbeat, echoed through the room, and as they moved together, the surroundings faded away. It was just the two of them, caught up in a dance that went beyond simple steps. Some might call it love. 

His touch was masterful. His fingers gently tracing the contours of her waist, sending shivers of warmth across her skin. Every caress held an unspoken promise, each touch, a symphony he directed, left her breathless, a tender crescendo of desire building with every step.

Their dance became a language of its own – a silent conversation marked by shared glances, subtle touches, and unspoken promises woven into the fabric of the music. A'dien's attention, initially shared among the crowd, became singular, focusing solely on the woman in his arms.

Lygia had never experienced this depth of emotion. She sensed that this man possessed the power to unravel the steely mask she had always worn. 

In that transient moment beneath the grandeur of the castle's glimmering chandeliers, Lygia and Prince A'dien forged a connection that lingered far beyond the final notes of the music. Now, as Lygia stepped back into the castle, the corridors reverberated with the echoes of their inaugural dance. The promise of their shared future breathing life into the spaces they once filled with the magick of that night.

Lia's eyes sparkled with joy and anticipation, her voice a melodic symphony resonating through the vast emptiness of the desert. "I can't believe we've finally arrived!" she exclaimed.

Feeling a knot tighten in her stomach, Lygia drew a deep breath and pondered, "How is it that I'll soon be mated to the first son of Sundom?"

"He is fortunate the Holy Mother led you to him," her sister Lia whispered, squeezing her hand as the footmen moved toward their travel trunks.

“Sometimes I wonder why he didn’t choose you!” Lygia said to her younger sister. “You are so much more suited for royal living. To be a part of the House of Alacor is an honor that I am not sure I am worthy of,” Lygia stated as she bit her nails.

Turning her sister to face her, Lia put her hands on her sisters shoulders and leaned in, “You listen to me, Lygia Ashen. It is he who is blessed to look upon the beauty that you are. He is the one who should feel honored to be in your fucking presence.”

Silence fell upon the sisters as they drank in the beauty of the place they would now call home. The white geodesic castle stands as a luminous marvel against the backdrop of Sundom’s expansive landscape. Its intricate, angular architecture gleams under the dual suns, casting ethereal shadows on the golden sands. Towers rise like crystalline spires, reflecting the harsh sunlight during the day and shimmering under the moonlight at night.

Exploring the castle, the stark beauty of the desert revealed itself within the transparent walls. Unusual flowers, flourishing against the dry soil, showcased their resilience with bold defiance. The air, though dry, carried the heady scent of these blossoms, infusing a touch of life into the barren surroundings. Their mango colored veils blowing in the whispering winds.

Lygia, enchanted by the stark yet captivating landscape, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "This is a world I never imagined living in, Lia. A world I am eager to be a part of."

Lia, her eyes mirroring the hues of the desert blooms, replied with a playful smirk and a cautious tone, "Be mindful, Lygia. Not everything thriving in the desert is as it appears. We venture into unknown territory, and caution may be our wisest guide. Despite the allure of Sundom's beauty, whispers of its brutality persist or did you not just witness how they punish those who oppose them?” 

“Hush, sister. Treason is a grave matter here. Choose your words carefully," Lygia cautioned, her voice lowered.

The grand corridors of the Sundom castle unfold like a labyrinth of crystalline splendor, the white walls adorned with intricate carvings that capture the essence of the arid landscape, casting a warm and subtle glow. As the sisters stroll through this opulent maze hand in hand, the soft echoes of their footsteps reverberate against the sand kissed surfaces. 

The stunning desert blooms left Lygia breathless, a rarity absent in their city. These blooms evoke memories of her mother's advice, shared during scraped knees: “Be strong, as the Sundonian blooms —beautiful to behold, yet deadly to the touch, a secret strength hidden beneath their delicate allure.” Marveling at their resilience, Lygia contemplated her own strength in a realm known for both opulence and brutality. Although A'dien differed from his father, the soon-to-be king carried the weight of his lineage. Given the civil war three generations ago, Lygia and A'dien held the potential to bring positive change to Transea.

The heartfelt letters A'dien had sent since their last meeting attested to his love for both his people and Lygia. She never wished to marry for love—a dream she never dared to entertain. A firstborn daughter's destiny was not to find love but to seek protection and power through a marital alliance. She was dedicated to forming a union to fortify her house, fulfilling her duty as the firstborn daughter. Nevertheless, the Holy Mother granted her a love match with Prince A'dien. While leaving home presented difficulties, the presence of her twin, Lia, made the transition smoother. At first, King Alexis opposed Lia accompanying Lygia. However, their father, Lord Felipe, recognizing the inseparable bond between the sisters, insisted they stay together. With no alternative, he invoked the Guardian Edict, which states: 

By Sundonian ancestral decree bestowed by the Holy Mother, the second-born child of any royal House in all of Transea is destined to be the Guardian Heir, sworn to shield and fortify the lineage. Their duty is woven into the tapestry of our legacy, ensuring the resilience and prosperity of our noble house. Let this edict be etched in the annals of our family, binding each second-born to the sacred role of protector and keeper of our ancestral flame, which resides in the firstborn child.

That edict allowed Lygia to bring Lia with her to Sundom with little protest from King Alexis. Yet, before entering the grand hall, a Sunguard in gleaming armor arrogantly directs Lia to distance herself from Lygia. Before she can protest, the towering Sunguard rudely intervenes, extending his arm to block her path. With a disdainful tone, he declares, “She must go alone. The King summons her, and you are to prepare for tonight's ball. We must ensure you look presentable.”

Turning to Lia, Lygia delicately cups her face in her hands and whispers, “We are only ever separated by three breaths.” With one final breath, she imparts their family motto.

"Sands unyielding, hearts unbroken!"

Responding to the call, Lia echoes, "Sands unyielding, hearts unbroken!" After a deep hug between sisters, the future queen of Sundom strides into the great hall still in her dusty and sweaty travel clothes. The doors seal behind her, creating a tangible void between the two sisters.

***

Upon entering the grand hall, Lygia found no warm embrace from her betrothed. Instead, the piercing gazes of King Alexis and Queen Genesis, seated regally on their thrones, met her. The handsome blonde king exuded a commanding presence, his features chiseled with authority. Beside him, the green-eyed queen possessed an elegance that matched her regal stature. A weighty silence enveloped the air, disrupted only by the resonating footsteps of Lygia on the ornate floor. The atmosphere carried a coldness, not merely the chill of the grand hall.

They anticipated her submission, the customary bow ingrained in tradition.

She refused to yield.

Knowing that she and A’Dien would sit on that throne and rebuild a better world together in mere days.

King Alexis’s eyes, sharp as shards of ice, studied her with a disdain that cut deeper than any blade. "Lygia of the House of Ashen," he declared, his voice a glacial echo, "Did you expect your arrival to be more ceremonious?"

"No, Your Highness. While I had hoped for a warmer welcome, I won't be swayed by the chill in the air," she retorted, her tone carrying a defiant edge.

Queen Genesis's expression, once a mask of noble composure, cracked into a subtle sneer. “Indeed,” the queen added, her words hanging in the air like frost. “Prince A'dien is away, indulging in merriment while we receive you, sticky with the desert's residue.”

Lygia straightened her shoulders, confronting the icy stares with a determined gaze of her own. "I am not unfamiliar with the harsh embrace of the desert, nor the weight of duty," she retorted, her voice steady. "I come not seeking lavish welcomes but to fulfill the promise that binds our houses."

The silent communication spoke volumes – the king and queen's disdain for her, a sentiment etched in the lines of their faces. They could not forget her people's connection to the traitors of the Great War. Her skin is an unspoken reminder of betrayal. 

Queen Genesis's emerald gaze lingered on the entrancing features of Lygia, as if delving into the enigma encoded in her very blood. Observing, the queen witnessed Lygia's unwavering stance. Lygia's velvety mahogany-copper skin glowed like selenite in the flickering firelight, and her coiled midnight-black hair flowed in undulating waves over her shoulders. Even now, covered with sand and grime, Lygia captivates everyone around her. The Sunguards, bound by their code of avoiding eye contact, found themselves unable to resist gazing at her rare beauty.

As the frigid exchange unfolded through meaningful glances, Lygia stood her ground—refusing to bow—a testament to her resilience in the face of a royal reception saturated with hostility and haunted by shadows of history.

After the intense stare-down, Queen Genesis, breaking the icy tension, gracefully inclined her head, signaling the end of the scrutiny. A subtle nod from an attendant conveyed the next steps to Lygia, who was then informed with a tone that blended formality and courtesy.

"Lady Lygia, you will be escorted to your chambers. There, you will have the opportunity to refresh yourself with a bath and undergo grooming. Attendants are prepared to assist you in preparing for your meeting with the prince in the gardens and the celebrations of your engagement this moonrise."

With a composed demeanor, Lygia acknowledged the instructions and followed the attendants through the grand halls of the palace. The journey led her to a chamber adorned with opulent furnishings and a marble bath filled with fragrant, steaming water.

As she immersed herself in the rejuvenating bath, Lygia couldn't help but reflect on the intensity of the royal reception. The weight of history and the expectations placed upon her were palpable, but she remained determined, the fiery spirit within her unquenched.

“Remember, this could change everything,” her father, Lord Felipe, whispered in her ear as they embraced.

***

Stepping into the cool sanctuary of the bath, Lygia felt the granules of sand fall away, providing a soothing counterpoint to the tension she had recently endured. The water enveloped her, tenderly easing the strain in her muscles. With closed eyes, she surrendered to the calming sensation, allowing it to dissolve the lingering intensity of the stare-down with the Queen.

“Show them your strength, my dear. Teach them how to treat you,” imparted Lady Isa, Lygia's mother. The woman, about fifty years old, possessed breathtaking beauty that transcended age, her rich complexion a testament to both strength and grace. With a final, tight embrace, Lady Isa bid farewell as Lygia stepped into the opulent carriage.

While in the bath, attendants delicately braided her midnight black hair, securing the strands with golden clasps that gleamed like captured starlight. Each braid cascaded over her shoulders, an intricate adornment that mirrored the regal atmosphere of the palace. The fragrance of exotic oils lingered in the air as they groomed her, creating an aura of subtle allure.

Stepping out of the bath, Lygia adorned herself in a gown of immaculate white and gold. The fabric embraced her toned figure, and a high slit offered a tantalizing glimpse of her slender leg, infusing the regal ensemble with a subtle allure. As she gazed at her reflection, this marked the first time Lygia saw the image of a queen staring back at her.

"Lady, time is of the essence. The Prince awaits, and he hates to be kept waiting. We must make haste and still ensure your sister is ready," the gray-haired attendant insisted.

Before leaving the chamber, Lygia firmly requested the attendants to delicately apply a fine layer of golden dust—common to the House of Ashen—to enhance the natural radiance of her mahogany-copper complexion. Her lips, painted in a deep red-brown hue, accentuated their fullness, infusing a touch of boldness into her appearance.

"Will Lia even recognize me?" she questioned.

Curiosity sparked, Lygia, with a voice tinged with eagerness, inquired to the blonde attendant, “Where is Lady Lia? I wish to see her before we meet the prince.”

With a modest bow, the blond servant replied, “She has also gone to get ready for this moonrise's festivities.

The silver-haired attendant asserted, “To facilitate easy distinction for the prince, your sister will be dressed in black. We've implemented specific adjustments to eliminate confusion, ensuring no one will mistakenly identify her as you, my lady."

Lygia nodded in understanding, appreciating the meticulous care taken to distinguish the two sisters in the eyes of the prince. As she made her way to the garden, a newfound confidence radiated from her, a fusion of her inner strength and the regal elegance she now wore with grace.

Prepared to meet her Prince after a cycle, Lygia confidently approached the ornate doors. Six vigilant Sunguards awaited her, ready to escort her to her sister's chambers. Thankful to have the looming Sunguards at her side, for without them, she would have surely been lost trying to find her way to Lia.

“Lady Lia awaits you behind those doors.”

Lygia pushed the door to Lia's room; anticipation mingled with apprehension. Her gaze descended upon her sister, who stood facing away, adorned in a captivating heart-shaped black gown—a sharp contrast to Lygia's ethereal white attire. The room, adorned with opulent fabrics and mirrors, seemed to hold its breath as the two sisters locked eyes.

Tears of rage streamed down Lia’s once-beautiful face. Lygia's heart clenched as she took in the sight before her—the transformation that had occurred in the span of her pampering. Lia's once-long, wavy hair had been replaced with a curly bob, a visible alteration marking the ordeal she had endured.

Her hair was cut. 

In Averil, the importance of a woman's lengthy locks goes beyond mere aesthetics; it serves as a means of expressing her identity within the community. The daughters of the House of Ashen were recognizable by their long hair. To forcibly sever Lia's hair is an attempt to strip her of her identity.

In Lygia's mind echoed the haunting question: Why would they unleash such brutality upon her? However, it was Lia's tattooed face that shattered Lygia's composure. Keeping her gaze fixed on her sister, Lygia ordered, “Give us a moment alone.”

“My lady, I must express concern; the prince…”

“I said, LEAVE!” Lygia's shout echoed, and the room quickly dispersed.

The ink, a stark contrast against Lia's once unblemished skin, now stood as a visible testament to the cruelty of the House of Alacor. The second-born, in obedience to the firstborn, marked with an indelible symbol of submission. It was a horrific tradition resurfacing across Sundom, and Lygia's heart ached at the sight of her forever-changed sister. 

Standing face to face, Lygia, with her flowing white gown and cascading golden braids, epitomized elegance and innocence. In stark comparison, Lia, with her cropped hair, adorned in black, and marked by the tattoo, exuded raw defiance and silent suffering.

As Lygia observed Lia's swollen features, a realization struck her—Lia fought against the torment inflicted upon her. The silent communication between the sisters spoke volumes. Lygia's eyes welled with a mixture of sorrow, empathy, and a burgeoning fury at the injustice suffered by her twin. The room, once filled with the anticipation of a royal meeting, now harbored the weight of shared pain that transcended the regal facade.

In a hushed whisper, she spoke, "Lia, what have they done to you?" Her eyes, filled with a storm of emotions, traced the contours of Lia's tattooed face.

In the recesses of Lygia's mind, a bewildering question arose: Why didn't she communicate this through the Shadow bond? Yet, deep down, she understood the answer. Lia had intentionally severed their communication channel, a desperate effort to shield Lygia from sharing the same brutal fate.

The tattoo follows the contours of Lia's features, framing her eyes and trailing down her cheekbones. Dark, swirling patterns adorned her forehead, a sinister crown that marks her as the second-born, forever bound to the will of the firstborn. Though the ink was black, it seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, casting a shadow over Lia's countenance. The mark mars her beauty but fails to extinguish the strength and resilience that glimmered in her eyes.

Lia met Lygia’s gaze, her eyes reflecting a blend of pain and defiance. With a hoarse whisper, she replied, "Sands Unyielding, Hearts Unbroken." The weight of the words lingered in the air—the sacrifice Lia had endured to protect her sister.

Lygia gently holds Lia's hands, the contrast between the pristine white gown and the black attire a visual representation of their divergent paths. "I'm so sorry," Lygia breathed, her voice barely audible. "I had no idea. I should have been with you. I will speak to A'dien about this at once.

A faint smile played on Lia's lips—a bittersweet recognition of their shared bond. "No, Lygia. Remember, not everything flourishing in the desert is as it seems. When I insisted on seeing the prince and revealing what they had done..." she caught her breath, then continued, "they claimed it was the prince who issued the order."

Tears of rage welled in Lygia's eyes, and she nodded in silent understanding. In the quiet of that room, their whispered words conveyed a depth of understanding and love that transcends the pain and injustice that surrounds them.

As they prepared to face the world, reaching for the shadow bond, Lygia whispered, “We will make them pay for what you have endured tonight.” Lia nodded, the silent pact between them sealing their resolve and their desire for revenge.

***

"Beyond those glass doors awaits Prince Aron," Lia whispered, masking the pain etched on her face by the tattoo. Despite vigilant Sunguards, the absence of the crier in the gardens provided an opportunity for Lia and Lygia to enter unnoticed. Concealed behind the foliage of a massive potted palm, the sisters eavesdropped on Prince A'dien’s conversation.

Under the moonlit canopy of the Sundom gardens, Prince A'dien stood adorned in his regal white and gold royal attire. At the age of twenty and five, he was a striking figure, handsome and towering at six feet tall, well-equipped for the responsibilities of ruling the kingdom. His enchanting bright blue eyes held the captivation of any woman fortunate enough to meet his gaze.

“Seriously, Zakariya, how long does it take a beauty such as Lygia to dress?” the prince asked his best mate.

Zakariya, a royal in his own regard, possessed a rich brown skin complemented by a cascade of dark hair and a smile that seemed capable of illuminating the night sky itself. In the realm of Sundom, where intrigue abounded, many found themselves perplexed by the seemingly unlikely friendship between these two sons of Sundom, for they appeared to be stark opposites in every conceivable way.

"Brother, consider this—the Lady embarked on a journey spanning nearly seven sunrises solely to reach you. The least you could do is express gratitude for the effort she's making to ensure everything is perfect for your meeting."

"She's already perfection personified," A'dien remarked with a hint of pride laced in his words. "However, perfection, my friend, must also encompass obedience. I'll confess, initially, I was disgusted at this union. Mating with a woman from Avriel wasn't my plan. Honestly, it turned my stomach. The Holy Mother graced my father when I beheld the breathtaking twins. Yet, it was Lygia who ignited my cock."

"Ah, love at first sight, I see," Zakariya sarcastically interjected. "What will you do if she ever finds out? I hear her rage is far more impressive than her beauty.

“As for love in this realm, there's no space for such sentiments. However, I confess, a woman of Lygia's caliber did require a bit of persuasion and my cock and I welcome her rage.”

"Your articulate letters to Lygia were a welcome diversion; I had no time for wooing a pampered princess," Prince A'dien conveyed to Zakariya.

"Once more, I find myself coming to your rescue!" Zakariya declared.

"Ask for anything, and it shall be yours," the prince declared.

"Actually, if you could grant me Lia, consider your debt fully settled," Zakariya whispered to the prince, nudging him, as Lygia and Lia stood at the entrance, both unaware that the sisters overheard every word.

Adhering to age-old customs, Lygia positioned herself gracefully in front of her sister as the crier heralded her arrival.

Arriving, the crier adjusted her crimson tunic before clearing her throat, proclaiming, "Behold the Arrival of Lady Lygia: First Daughter of Avriel, Future Queen of the Eastern Isles."

Typically, Lygia would proceed towards the prince, but in a bold display of defiance, she stood still, anticipating the crier's announcement for her sister.

"Introducing Lady Lia of House Ashen, the second daughter of Avriel—devoted to the crown and the honor of her family name," declared the crier. The sisters, locking arms, entered the private garden, making their way toward the prince and his companion.

"Seems your assumption about her submitting was off, brother," Zakariya jested to the prince, whose smile disappeared when Lygia defiantly acted against expectations.

"Fuck off, Z," Prince A'dien replied, annoyance laced in his words.

***

A'dien's gaze, fervent and intense, met Lygia's. "Lygia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "My lady, you are the beauty of Sundom." His words hung in the air, charged with desire, as he drew her closer. "A'dien," she responded, her voice a steely expression. "It's truly remarkable to behold you once more after all this time." A'dien leaned in for a cheek kiss, but Lygia gracefully stepped back, gesturing towards her sister.

"Surely, you remember Lia, my stunning sister. She might look a touch different since our last meeting."

"Why, yes, Lia, welcome to Sundom. I trust your stay has been delightful."

"I'm not certain ‘delightful’ quite captures it. Perhaps 'revealing' would be more apt," Lia quipped.

"Allow me to present Lord Zakariya, my best mate, trusted friend, and brother in arms. You two briefly crossed paths last cycle when you visited the castle," Prince A'dien introduced.

"No, I don't remember him," Lygia started with a cool detachment.

Interjecting, Lia added, "Weren't you the one who stepped all over my feet while we danced?"

"I must admit, that was probably me. I've been known to have two left feet," Zakariya confessed, a sly smile playing on his lips.

A single icy stare from the prince signaled to Zakariya that it was time to summon his charm once again and discreetly part the sisters.

In an attempt to ease any tension, Zakariya interjected, "Ladies, you both look absolutely stunning. Lady Lia, allow me to accompany you to taste some of our exquisite wine," he urged, gracefully placing her small hand in the crux of his muscular arm.

***

As Lia and Zakariya gracefully exited the garden, a lingering tension settled between Lygia and A'dien. The dim lighting cast a somber atmosphere, and a palpable silence A'Dien, his gaze transitioning from the departing couple to Lygia, attempted to break the silence with a seemingly casual remark, "Zakariya is right; you look stunning. I would be in a foul mood too if I had to traverse the sand dunes for seven sunrises."

Lygia's eyes narrowed slightly, her displeasure evident. "Being tired doesn't explain my foul mood, A'dien," she retorted, her tone carrying a weight of reproach.

Sensing her unease, A'dien took a cautious step closer. "Lygia, I didn't mean to—"

Cutting him off with a stern look, Lygia spoke angrily, "Whose idea was it to brand my sister's face?"

“What?”

“I will only ask this one more time. Who ordered that my sister's face be branded?”

A'dien sighed, a subtle frustration etching his features. "I can sense your distress about that. Please understand it was beyond my control. As you know, I am not yet king. My mother made the decision, which seemed logical at that moment."

"It seemed logical?!" she whisper-shouted. "How dare you! How dare you allow anyone to lay a hand on my sister!"

His patience frayed, and the regal mask crumbled as he encroached upon her space, unveiling the menacing beast that lurked within him. Seizing her face with one hand, he tightened his grip on her cheeks, whispering, "Lygia, it's been a full cycle since we last met. Every moonrise, I've dreamt of you, my desire escalating at the thought of your skin, and those lips on me. And now that you're here, you address me as if I'm not the future king of Sundom or your future husband!"

“You are hurting me!” she spat.

A'dien's frustration became more apparent as he continued, "For fuck sake, Lygia, I've waited for this moment for a cycle, and here you are ruining it! I would hate to teach you a painful lesson this early on in our engagement."

Her heart tightened at his words. For a long time, she had dreamt of him, too. She, too, yearned to be close to him but couldn’t shake what was done to her sister. Keeping herself composed, she stated, "What was done to my sister, marking her and cutting her hair like that—it was unnecessary and disrespectful. That kind of 'necessary decision' doesn't sit well with me."

Releasing her face, A'dien's frustration intensified, and he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Lygia, I did make that decision, and I assure you, causing distress was not my intention. But if you expect me to express regret, you'll be disappointed. As the future king, it would serve you well to remember that."

Moving away from her while adjusting his tunic, he continued, "Now, let's collect ourselves and join the celebration in the grand hall with our guests." Lygia, however, couldn't shake the ominous feeling that lingered after his unsettling words, a chill running down her spine as she tried to compose herself for the impending festivities celebrating her engagement to a monster.

Lygia, concealing her true feelings, managed a sweet smile in response to A'dien's frustrations. "I understand, A'dien," she replied with a calmness that masked the turmoil within.

"True. Let's enjoy the rest of our evening. After all, it is our engagement ball," she murmured, gently reaching out to touch his shoulder, though internally, bile rose to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her.

A'dien visibly relaxed, thinking he had mended the situation. As he extended his hand towards hers, Lygia subtly took a step back, skillfully avoiding physical closeness for the moment.

"Shall we go down to the ballroom together?" he suggested, trying to bridge the gap.

His oceanic eyes, mirroring the twin moons above, locked onto Lygia's obsidian gaze.

"Lygia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "You will soon be queen and no one will ever dare lay a hand on you. Except for me."

“I see you haven’t forgotten the beautiful words you penned for me,” she remarked sardonically, fully aware that those heartfelt letters, brimming with hope and love, weren't his creation. A wave of realization crashed over her – she was nothing more than a fool, thought Lygia, the ache of heartbreak settling in.

“Those words came from my heart,” he whispered, his fingers lightly tracing circles on her waist as he drew her closer, their lips mere inches apart.

A nauseating surge clawed its way up her throat as he blatantly lied to her face, weaving deceit around his supposed love, intentions, and everything in between. The realization struck with a heartbreaking force – she could never bind herself to such a deceitful and foul creature.

Closing the gap, he stood a mere breath away, his palm gently caressing her face. It was a tender touch, attempting to erase the memory of his earlier violent outburst.

"For a cycle, I've been anticipating this exact moment. Can I kiss my betrothed, Lygia?" Uncertainty lingered in the air, leaving her unsure if it was a question or a declaration.

“Yes. You may kiss me, Prince.”

Nodding, he cupped her face and began to gently kiss her full lips. She had never experienced a kiss like this before. Not from him, and not from any boy in Avriel. Now, she found herself on the precipice of surrendering this intimate kiss to a monster. Yet, she recognized the kiss would buy her the time she needed to sort her feelings.

Beneath the moon's watchful gaze, as their lips entwined, Lygia felt a delicate flutter of vulnerability and delight. Even now, her own body betrayed her at the touch of this predatory prince. His kiss, unexpectedly gentle, fused passion and softness, stirring something within her that she would push down deep. For a fleeting moment, she savored the taste of his lips against hers, a stark contrast to the forceful grip he had on her just moments ago.

Is this how their life together would unfold, with him demanding and taking, leaving her to await sweet moments like this one to fill her?

That will never be me, she confessed to herself.

The night seemed to sigh with the weight of broken promises and the allure of beautiful passions. Bathed in the cascading moonlight, Lygia and A'dien found a moment of refuge in the sanctuary of their soft kisses, a tender betrayal that unfolded amidst the secrets of the night.

Lygia couldn't escape the sense that this kiss might be their first and last.

***

The ballroom, a resplendent expanse adorned with cascading crystal chandeliers and gilded moldings, greeted Lygia and A'dien with an air of opulence. The walls were draped in rich silks, and the polished white marble floor reflected the twinkling lights above. Guests in elaborate silver and golden attire—the colors of the House of Alacor—mingled beneath the arched windows that framed a moonlit courtyard.

A'dien led Lygia into the grandeur, and she couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite setting. "The House of Alacor certainly knows how to host a magnificent affair," he commented, his admiration evident.

Lygia maintained her composed smile, responding, "Indeed, A'dien. The grandeur of the ballroom is a testament to your House's influence and power."

He smiled at her acknowledgment, revealing that he was more pompous than those letters let on.

As they approached a group of elegantly dressed nobles, A'dien turned to Lygia. "We must project a united front, particularly as our houses are on the verge of merging. Smile, my dear, and engage when I grant permission. Always bear in mind, within the domain of Alacor, your voice is only to be heard with my permission.

Lygia nodded, although she detested being told what to do, even if it came in a perfect princely package, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. "I understand, A'dien. Unity is key."

The resonant melodies of a live orchestra filled the opulent ballroom, and Lygia and A'dien glided through the elegant dance floor. The flickering candlelight lent a warm glow to the festivities, casting an enchanting ambiance over the assembled guests.

Guiding Lygia through the graceful dance, A'dien maintained a light conversation. "I still remember our first dance, Lygia."

"Do you?" she asked, her tone softening.

"Yes, I recall the moment you entered the ballroom with incredible grace. It struck me then, as it does now, that you were born for these grand occasions. It felt like destiny, and I couldn't help but think you might very well be my ruin."

Lygia responded with a demure smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of grace and tenacity. "Thank you, A'dien. These occasions do call for a certain finesse."

As the music swelled, they gracefully approached a group of influential nobles engaged in animated conversation. A'dien, ever the charismatic diplomat, initiated introductions. "May I present Lady Lygia, a beacon of grace from House Avriel and my betrothed?"

Lygia curtsied with practiced poise, her smile radiant. "It's a pleasure to be here among such esteemed company."

The nobles, intrigued by the union between Houses Avriel and Alacor, began discussing the potential benefits of the alliance. A'dien, seizing the opportunity, eloquently navigated the delicate intricacies of political discourse without revealing too much.

Meanwhile, Lygia seized a chance to exchange knowing glances with some of the more discreet attendees. Unbeknownst to A'dien, she subtly gathered information about the House of Alacor, steering the conversation towards topics that might unveil the secrets she sought.

She discovered an intriguing dynamic between Queen Genesis and King Alexis—a union not born of love but of convenience. The queen contemplates relinquishing the crown, while Alexis actively seeks to alter the Transean edict, which dictates that within one cycle of the eldest married heir, he must abdicate the throne.

A'dien, noticing her adept maneuvering, leaned in and whispered, "You handle this dance of words as masterfully as the one on the dance floor, Lygia."

She didn’t know if he was paying her a compliment or threatening her. Choosing to play the submissive lady, she met his gaze, her eyes revealing a hint of gratitude.

"It takes two to dance, A'dien."

Raising an eyebrow at her words, A'dien’s jaw tightened.

Lia stood on the other side of the room, a vast expanse of well-wishers between them. Casting a glance at Queen Genesis, Lygia discerned a deliberate separation from her twin sister even within the opulent ballroom. Whenever feasible, the sisters engaged in a silent exchange of locked eyes, a reassurance of each other's safety. Among the denizens of Avriel, murmurs circulated, suggesting that the sisters harbored a mystical power, perhaps forbidden magick, given their extraordinary bond that transcended spoken language. This connection was known as the Shadow Bond. Throughout their lives, the sisters demonstrated a remarkable ability to comprehend each other's emotions and thoughts and even share experiences without uttering a single word. This was another secret they would keep hidden in this desert of lies.

On Lord Mosli's third approach, Lygia connected with her sister through the shadow bond to vent about the persistent man with a singular focus. Across the room, she witnessed her sister crack a smile—the first one since their arrival to this desolate place.

The night progressed, with conversations ebbing and flowing like the intricate patterns of the dance. As the grandeur of the ballroom enveloped them, Lygia remained ever watchful, her senses attuned to Lia, ensuring they were both safe.

***

In the ensuing nights, A'dien permitted Lia and Lygia to meet each morning for a solitary hour during breakfast. However, these encounters were marked by minimal communication, as the sisters resorted to their Shadow Bond to exchange thoughts. The news arrived in a letter from A'dien, stating that their parents' arrival was delayed. Faced with their mistrust of him, Lygia and Lia feared the worst.

Lia spent most of her days with Zakariya. Through their Shadow Bond communication, Lygia discovered that he was a gentleman with unwavering loyalty to A'dien, resembling more of a brotherhood than a friendship. While Zakariya treated Lia with kindness, unlike A'dien's demeanor towards Lygia, there were moments of possessiveness. He suggested that, once mated, Lia should keep her hair short to avoid punishment from A'dien. Additionally, he inquired about Lia's perception of A'dien's attractiveness, citing moments when they shared such discussions. Lia, familiar with the Sundonian royals' tendencies to share mates, found herself unfazed by Zakariya's troubling remarks.

"The beast has at last summoned me. He wishes for me to join him beneath this moonrise, where we shall dine together," Lygia communicated through the shadow bond.

"I'm currently with Zakariya at the stables. Holy Mother, they have the most stunning mares. Little does he know, I'm feigning interest to glean information on how we can secure horses if the need arises to escape this wretched place."

Five sunrises had passed since Lygia last laid eyes on the prince, a respite for which she felt grateful. However, her solitude was disrupted when a tall elven maid arrived bearing a note from A'dien, expressing his desire to dine with Lygia in the gardens.

Draped in a luxurious dark navy gown and adorned with the exquisite white diamond earrings bestowed upon her by the prince just two days prior, Lygia emerged as a captivating vision. Her once-braided hair now cascaded down her back like the undulating waves of the Sirena sea. Her skin glowed against the ethereal cascade of dark, voluminous hair and eyes akin to obsidian, Lygia took A'diens breath away beneath the glistening canopy.

Without a doubt, the prince was strikingly handsome, perhaps the most alluring man in all of Transea. A'dien, with his captivating ocean eyes and sun-kissed complexion, emitted an aura of regal charm. His lengthy blonde hair, fashioned into a dignified man bun, served as a majestic focal point beneath a crown embellished with gold and rubies, symbolizing his royal status.

As he moved through the moonlit courtyard, the regality of his attire seemed to dance in harmony with his every step, leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to witness his presence. Tonight, he donned a sable tunic intricately embroidered with golden thread, tracing the contours of his fit physique. The ensemble accentuated his broad shoulders and tapered waist, further enhancing the allure that consistently left Lygia taken aback by his perfect form.

In a fleeting moment, their gazes locked, each exuding regal grace. To an outside observer, it might appear as though a king was adoring his queen. However, Lygia, with her intimate knowledge, understood that beneath his flawlessly sculpted exterior dwelled an insidious force—a man determined to seize what rightfully belonged to others, sparing no measure in his pursuit of conquest.

Sensing a lull in the conversation later that night, A'dien proposed, "Shall we walk the gardens? The night is still young."

Lygia nodded in agreement, and together they strolled toward the moonlit courtyard, where the cool night air provided a welcome respite from the warmth of the dining hall. Now shielded from the watchful eyes of the servants, a heightened sense of anticipation seized Lygia.

“You seem worried, my dear,” A'dien observed.

“No, not at all. I am just accustomed to spending this hour with my sister, catching up on our day.”

“That time has passed!” The prince bitterly declared. “There will be no more time for you and your sister to live as you once did. You are now mine, as she is now Zakariya's.”

“What do you mean she is now Zakariya's?” Lygia asked.

“I have gifted your sister. You will find him to be a suitable match for her. He comes from an honorable house, and as a second son, she will never want to stray beyond her station.”

"Has he met my father?" The words lingered in the air before a sudden, harsh slap from the prince sent Lygia stumbling to the ground. As she fell, her hand instinctively reached to wipe away the trickle of blood from her nose, a stark testament to the violence that had erupted in the moonlit courtyard.

Using their shadow bond, Lygia swiftly conveyed to Lia that she was unharmed, fearing that her sister would find a way to protect her.

“It seems you forget that I am the future king. Your father will do as I say.”

She was tired of this charade. Cupping her face, Lygia questioned, “Who are you? Surely, you are not the man I met a cycle ago, and definitely not the man who wrote me such beautiful letters.”

“I didn’t write those letters!” he shouted. “Did you honestly think I had the time to write to you while preparing to step into my role as King? No! Zakariya wrote those letters to you, which is how he won your sister's hand.”

"Lygia," he said, a hint of command in his voice. “Together, we can make Sundom feared again. We can command realms and destroy Mõsa once and for all."

Lygia felt a chill crawl up her spine. "A'dien, our mating is not a means of revenge. It is supposed to change Transea for the better," she protested, sensing the dramatic shift in his intentions.

Veiled in calculated charisma, A'dien persisted in his approach. "Lygia," he uttered, his voice now a commanding whisper, "in Sundom, you will discover that I am the sole person whom you can rely on. I would hate to issue a consequence if you and Lia should choose to disobey me."

"I will not question you again," she responded agreeably, concealing the simmering rage within her.

In the subsequent nights, the sweet symphony of their whispered promises soured. A'dien's once tender declarations twisted into a sinister cadence. Night after night, he insisted on Lygia's company during supper, and afterward, he would passionately kiss her, his hands exploring fervently while she endured, biding her time to escape this harrowing ordeal.

What happens when the world abandons you? Lygia thought as she lay on the unforgiving ground after A'dien crossed a line.

She was used to his unwanted touches and kisses, but on this moonrise, he seized what she had not willingly offered.

Blocking the shadow bond, Lygia attempted to stand on the white marble floor of the dining hall. Her legs were shaky, as she tried to adjust her gown.

It was ripped.

She was missing her shoe. Slipping on her pink slipper, she worked on steadying her breath.

Her once pristine form, now marred by the cruel aftermath, blood adorned her battered figure.

What happens when the world abandons you? She thought to herself again.

The shadows become allies, concealing both the pain etched on her soul and the strength forged in solitude. Her mind takes refuge as it transforms her into a lone huntress, with a heart hardened by betrayal, yet fueled by an undying ember of resilience.

“To beat a monster, you must become one,” she whispered to herself.

“What did you say?” A'dien questioned.

Closing the distance between them, A'dien thought she was leaning in for a kiss when she bit his bottom lip hard. She didn’t stop until the taste of metallic consumed her.

“What the fuck!” he shouted.

“You started the war. I am just keeping up, fucker.”

Stepping back from her and wiping his mouth with a handkerchief, he smiled.

As he adjusted his trousers, Prince A'dien, with his tousled blonde hair, frustratingly pushed back the disarrayed locks to restore a semblance of order. “You forget yourself, Lygia.”

“To beat a monster, you must become one,” she declared sternly.

“I’m the monster?” he chuckled with condescension.

"I might become your mate soon, but what you just took wasn't freely given. In Avriel, any man who acts as you just did is deemed a small man, and I agree," Lygia declared fiercely.

Clutching her cheeks with intensity, mere inches from her face, he whispered, "The minute you walked into that ballroom a cycle ago, you were mine. You've always belonged to me; you just didn’t know it."

"I'll never belong to you!" she screamed, her voice resonating through the ravaged dining hall.

Looking upon her, he nonchalantly commented, "I've had better, but you will do."

Inhaling deeply, Lygia unleashed her Shadow Bond, disclosing everything to Lia and concluding her revelation with the one thing Lia had eagerly anticipated.

“It’s time to leave this forsaken place.” 

***

Awakened suddenly by her sister's message through the Shadow Bond, warning about A'dien as a dangerous creature, Lia became more determined than ever to find the maps leading to the closed-off underground tunnels. In the dimly lit chambers of the Esuddonian library, Lia immersed herself in reading the scrolls during moonrise, a time deemed safe from prying eyes. The faint rustle of pages filled the empty space as she secretly explored knowledge hidden from the women of Sundom. Locating an indigo map, she discovered the path to the Makhfi Caverns.

"This is the way out," she whispered to herself.

As Lia held the delicate map, absorbed in the secrets of the tunnels, she failed to notice Zakariya's silent approach. The air grew tense as he surveyed the scene, his eyes narrowing with the realization that Lia could read.

A sudden, chilling silence fell over the library as Zakariya disrupted the tranquility. Lia looked up, her eyes widening as she registered his menacing figure. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she closed the forbidden book, sensing an impending storm in his expression.

Silently, she grasped the blade, a precious gift from her father before their departure. Remembering the words her father Felipe shared with her the night before she stepped into the gilded carriage destined for this horrid palace, he whispered,

"The realm you enter does not favor women, especially daughters of Avriel. That's why I send you with your sister, for you must make tough choices to keep her safe. This blade holds secrets, once wielded by my brother-in-arms. It's meant for those of great valor, like you, Lia. Guard it closely, for in challenging times, it may be your only refuge."

With tears welling in her eyes, she asked, "Father, what should I name this weapon?" A tradition among the Avriel people.

"There's no need to name it, for it already bears a name—The Champion's Choice."

"You are a champion," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

“Yield it with honor.”

"Do you read, Lia?" Zakariya's voice cut through her memory like a sharp blade. The disapproval laced in his tone hinted at a revelation that could shatter the fragile peace. His emerald gaze seemed to want to burn a hole right through her. Attempting to hide her trepidation, she replied cautiously, "I... have always been fascinated by books, Zakariya. I wasn’t reading, I was just…”

“You were just reading!” he spat.

His demeanor hardened, and a sinister shadow darkened his eyes.

“Are you aware of the consequences for a woman caught reading?” Zakariya’s words lingered ominously.

“Why must all the women of Avriel be such beautiful, complicated bitches?” he snarled.

Zakariya's calm tone sent chills down Lia's spine as he said, "You were given to me as a gift, Lia. Reading under my king's house is a transgression I won't ignore, not even for you."

"Does Lygia like reading too?" he asked as he undid his tunic belt. He not only intended to harm her physically but also take something she'd never willingly give—her body.

Lia stood to her feet, fueled by an unwavering resolve and a simmering rage.

"Do all Sundom men take what isn't freely given?" Lia asked defiantly.

The library turned into an unexpected battlefield. Zakariya's violence turned the once-safe room into a brutal scene. Knocking over the chair that blocked his way, the library echoed with chilling sounds of violence.

She never saw this side of him, but it didn't shock her that Zakariya had a hidden dark side. She knew those close to the prince likely shared his violent tendencies. Still, it was the darkness in his green eyes that made her gasp.

Caught in his violent whirlwind, Lia felt the brutal force of his punches, knocking her into bookshelves as books toppled over her head. The library, usually deserted, now witnessed their fierce struggle.

Fear and rage consumed her. 

A wicked grin spread across her face, accompanied by the metallic flavor that filled her mouth, unveiling an unsettling display of pink teeth.

“You want to read, Lia? Read these.”

In a merciless act, Zakariya violently hurled her over the desk, sending books flying in a chaotic cascade. Lia's form tumbled off the table, crashing onto the unyielding floor with a resounding thud. The once-sacred sanctuary of the library metamorphosed into a tumultuous battlefield, consumed by the relentless fury of Zakariya, who showed no mercy in the face of the escalating chaos.

Yanking her up by her cropped hair, he compelled her to stand amid the chaos. The forbidden words she had dared to read would now be atoned for with her blood, perhaps her life.

Lia understood she would meet her demise this moonrise, but not before reaching out to her sister through the shadow bond.

“Lygia, I need you,” she communicated through their shared Shadow Bond.

Zakariya's sinister laughter echoed through the air as he taunted, "You can't escape me, little princess. I'll make sure you suffer for daring to defy your fate."

With determination etched on her face, Lia reached out through their Shadow Bond to Lygia, stationed at the other end of the vast castle. "Lygia, I need your strength. Zakariya is attempting the unthinkable. Help me, sister."

Startled awake, Lygia felt her urgency. Adrenaline surged as she sensed Lia gripping her hidden dagger. Her heart raced, echoing the rhythm of the upcoming battle. Despite the distance, Lygia drew strength from their connection.

Her telepathic voice echoed in Lia's mind, saying, "Sands unyielding!"

Lia responded mentally, "Hearts unbroken!"

Empowered by her sister's words, Lia confronted Zakariya. Dark energy crackled in the air as the library's atmosphere became charged with magickal tension. Zakariya advanced, revealing his own dagger with malicious intent.

"You really think you can challenge me with that tiny blade?" Zakariya sneered, his mossy eyes glinting with cruelty.

In her chamber, Lygia's focus intensified. She envisioned Lia's movements, anticipating each strike. Her hands moved in sync with Lia's, as if she were a phantom fighter in the library, sharing the weight of every clash and parry.

Lia skillfully evades Zakariya's attacks by leveraging the heightened agility and coordination bestowed by their Shadow Bond.

“Witness as we rise against those who seek to oppress us!"

Zakariya chuckled darkly. "You're just a pawn in this game, little shadow. The true power lies with the one pulling the strings."

Meanwhile, Lygia, tapping into her visions, projected illusions into the library, disorienting Zakariya further. The twins' synchronization reached its peak, their movements in perfect harmony despite the physical distance.

As the confrontation escalated, the library's once-pristine shelves bore the scars of their magical clash. Lia's blade clashed with Zakariya's, each strike accompanied by sparks of dark energy. Fueled by a shared determination to protect the other, the twins fought mercilessly against the malevolent foe.

In a moment of vulnerability, Zakariya, now overwhelmed by the twins' coordinated assault, growled, "How are you doing this? Do you possess magick? They will burn you for this!”

Lia’s voice, laced with magick, replied, "You thought you could break me, define me by your desires? Well, guess what, you little shit, I am not here for your consumption, not a vessel for your twisted fantasies. You played with fire, and we are the inferno. I'm not just reclaiming my body; I'm rewriting the damn narrative. I don’t know if I possess magick, but I know you will never get to see me redefine, rebuild, and rise from the chokehold you and your pussy future king thought could ever hold the daughters of Avriel down. This is my roar, and I hope you choke on it. And I’m not your little fucking shadow.”

In a synchronized dance of shadows and steel, the sisters seamlessly execute a complex series of movements, guided by their magick. Lia wields her blade with unwavering precision, and Lygia channels her visions into illusions that confound Zachariah, working together in silent harmony.

As Zachariah faltered in the web of their combined powers, the sisters seized the moment. With the agile grace granted by their shared bond, Lia delivered a calculated strike that left Zachariah disarmed and vulnerable. His malicious laughter transformed into a strained gasp, the realization of his impending death etched across his face.

In that haunting moment, the sisters' collective strength surged. Lygia's unseen hands, projected through illusions, mirrored Lia's actions in perfect unison. Zachariah's movements, now restricted by the mystical forces converging upon him, became increasingly erratic.

“You have magick?!” he struggled with the words, fighting to catch his breath.

Once a sanctuary of knowledge, the library bore witness to the culmination of their struggle. Fueled by shared determination, a chilling silence descended as the sisters orchestrated the final act.

Struggling to breathe, he uttered his last words to Lia, “If you kill me here, A'dien will not let you live. You will be dead before the suns rise.”

“Then tonight, we'll both face the Holy Mother," she whispered, her breath catching. With a swift, synchronized motion, the sisters ended Zachariah.

In the grim silence that ensued, the unmistakable hissing sound of Zachariah's blood spraying and painting the floor was a stark contrast to the once-sacred space, sealing his demise.

The library, now marked by the aftermath of their fierce battle, stood as a testament to the sisters' victory through their shadow bond, dismantling the oppressive views of men like Zachariah, who regarded women as mere objects rather than powerful beings capable of collapsing entire kingdoms.

Lia, standing amid the scattered maps, felt the echoes of victory through their shadow bond. Lygia, in her distant chamber, felt the echoes of the fight, her body tense with anticipation. Lygia knew one thing for certain: A'dien would send her sister to the flames if he caught her alive.

She would never let that happen.

In the dimly lit corridor behind the library, the air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and dust. Dim sconces intermittently lined the stone walls, casting flickering shadows that danced in the silence.

Lygia, clad in a flowing midnight-blue hooded cloak, emerged from the shadows, her eyes holding a mix of concern and determination. In her hands, she held a dark hooded cloak, its fabric flowing like a cascade of shadows.

"Take this," she murmured to Lia, offering the cloak. "It will help you move undetected as we leave the library. We must go swiftly and find a safer place."

"What do you mean 'we'?" Lia questioned as she accepted the hooded cloak.

Lygia met her sister's gaze. "I mean both of us.” Catching her breath, she continued, “I will no longer risk my life for a people who see no value in it, and a betrothed who would imprison me. There's only one place we can go where we won't be found... We must go West." Lygia didn’t have the heart to tell Lia the most challenging part of her plan.

Not yet.

Lia's eyes widened, absorbing the weight of the decision. "West? But that's forbidden, Lygia. The Western Isles are unforgiving."

"Yes, that's the narrative High King Alexis has presented to us. However, can we place our trust in the words of a king who has unjustly punished our people for at least a generation, accusing us of treason we never committed?"

Lygia nodded, "I know, but it's the only place where we can be free. We'll find our own path, away from the darkness that lurks in Sundom."

"I agree, we must flee," Lia affirmed.

Lygia, still hoping their father would understand, shared, "I've sent a message to him via Crow. I hope it gets to him in time."

Lygia pondered, "Do you think Father will be disappointed?"

"I don't think that the man who taught his daughters to read and fight would expect anything less," Lia proclaimed with a conviction that echoed through the corridor.

"Then, let us forge our destiny," Lygia declared. Cloaked in midnight, the sisters commenced their escape, hooded to conceal their ebony hair against the moonlit sand. Armed with the blade and a scroll revealing secret corridors in the castle, Lia navigated through the white walls glistening in the moonlight. The closer they reached the exit, the more sand beneath their feet shifted.

The star-studded sky bore witness to their frantic escape. Hands tightly entwined, Lygia and Lia sprinted urgently against the relentless march of time, aiming for the distant Sirena Sea. The shifting grains of sand beneath their feet posed a challenge to their stride. Suddenly, the tolling of towers echoed from behind, intensifying the urgency.

"They likely found Zakariya's body in the library. If we don't act swiftly, they'll condemn us to the fires," Lia warned.

Their path led them through the treacherous expanse of the Dark Wilds, adding an extra layer of urgency, as this place was known to hold evil spirits. As the sisters walked through the unsettling mist, hiding ancient trees with twisted branches, their mother's hushed warnings about nocturnal creatures in the Dark Wilds lingered in the air. Scared, the sisters pressed on through the dark woods, where tripping roots guided them toward the seashore.

It was almost dawn when the sisters arrived at the jagged shore. Lygia discovered six small boats tied by the seashore near the Aurelia Market. 

“What are those?” Lia asked.

“These are Shadow Weavers, vessels used by market traders. They are small enough to go unnoticed at sea.” 

Excitedly, Lygia began to untie two vessels, saying, “The Holy Mother must be smiling on us this day.” 

Observing the vessels, Lia noticed their soft bioluminescent glow and the haunting symbols etched on their obsidian surface, barely visible in the moonlight. Each vessel displayed the crest of Mõsa—two mermaids carrying a shield with a crown, a ship’s wheel, and an anchor. This crest symbolized the alliance between Mõsa and Sundom, forged over cycles through trade. Mõsians supplied food and fresh water, and in return, Sunddom provided flexible armor and weaponry for their Misa Warriors.

Facing her sister, Lygia gently cupped her face, bracing for the heart-wrenching revelation. "Remember, we are only ever separated by three breaths. Here is where we part."

Lia, her voice cracking, questioned, "What?"

"Our safety lies in separation," Lygia declared, her words heavy with the burden of their intertwined fate.

"No!" Lia vehemently spat.

“You don’t get to do this. Not Now!” Lia demanded. 

"This is the way. The only way," Lygia's voice quivered as she fought back tears.

"But where will I go?" Lia's voice cracked.

"You will go to Mōsa. King Axel is young, but he is a fair leader, and you'll find refuge there," Lygia assured, sharing what she had heard about the rumored safety of the distant land.

Lia resisted, "The hell you will! When will you stop volunteering yourself for the slaughter, Lygia?"

Lygia, determined, urged, "Lia, we must make haste."

"I don't like it, but I agree we must separate. However, I will go to Grimerg Rise, and you will go to Mōsa. I am sure Father will find you there, and you can tell him where I have gone," Lia demanded.

"Ligia, you have suffered enough. Mōsa is the best option for you."

"I have been your little sister my whole life. If this is the last time I see your face, let me do something for you." Lia held her sister's hand, tearfully continuing, "I will not bring war to Mōsa. I am the one who killed Zakariya. I am the one with the tattooed face. I am easily recognizable. I will go where they dare not go. I will go to Grimerg Rise."

Tearfully nodding, Lygia silently agreed with her sister. "Our safety lies in separation," Lia recited her sister's words from earlier, her voice carrying the weight of their shared destiny. "You shall head west toward Mōsa. I will journey north, taking a ship to Grimerg Rise, where I can build a new life. A free life."

Amidst distant shouts signaling the urgency to depart, Lygia assisted her sister in boarding a rocking vessel. "Though distance may separate us, our shadow bond remains unbroken. Take care, Lia." Her tears flowed quickly now.

Lia’s feet slip as she boards the boat. Balancing herself, she wields an oar to propel herself toward the beckoning waters, setting sail on a desperate quest for freedom.

With a gentle release, Lygia let her sister's vessel glide into the rippling waves, urgently saying, "You should reach Grimerg Rise in fifteen sunrises."

"I will shadow bond with you every moonrise," Lia declared, her voice trembling.

The moonlit waves bore solemn witness to her escape, cradling Lia in their luminous embrace as she sailed toward an uncertain horizon.

As Lia distanced herself, her silhouette against the horizon, she definitely raised her fist in the air and bellowed, “Sands Unyielding, Hearts Unbroken!” The echo of her words lingered in the sweet breeze, carrying the weight of their unbreakable bond across the vast expanse that now separated them.

As if becoming her sister’s echo, Lygia tearfully shouted back, “Sands Unyielding, Hearts Unbroken!” Her voice, laden with sorrow.

As the moonlit waves carried Lia away, the desert winds whispered tales of freedom and defiance. Little did they know that Lia, upon reaching Grimerg Rise, would carry a bounty on her head for her actions against the Sunguard. King A'dien would never look for her in Grimerg Rise.

Thirty moonrises unfolded, each one etching its mark on Lygia's journey. The relentless passage of time had diminished her, her frame lighter from the food scarcity. Yet, the sweet waters of the Sirena Sea became her sanctuary, as did her shadow bond. Lia refused to let her go, communicating often. Then, after day fifteen, Lia went quiet. Silently, the boat glided through these enchanted waters, a vessel of both escape and survival in the embrace of a sea that held secrets and solace.

*** 

Lygia, a mere echo of her former self, arrived in Mōsa, carrying the weight of her past. For days, she resisted the pull of the town, opting to fashion her own makeshift dwelling on the ever-shifting pink sands. A local observer, a man who frequented the hilltop, witnessed her silent vigil.

Securing the blade gifted by her sister, Lygia maintained a wary distance. On the 7th moonrise, he descended to the beach. Upon closer scrutiny, Lygia is captivated by a man both handsome and muscular, his smile radiating like a beacon in the night. Stepping back cautiously, Lygia inquired, "What do you want, sir?"

Smiling warmly, he replied, "Well, I haven't been called sir in quite some time." Extending his arm in a gesture of goodwill, he continued, "My friends call me Ax.”

“What do strangers call you? For you and I are not friends,” she asked defiantly, steering clear of his extended hand.

“Well,” he replied, sporting a charming crooked smile. “Most people call me King Axel. And you are?”