

Quindallen Unguarded

By: Deidra Su'a

Copyright © 2015 by Deidra Su'a

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For Papa and Mama,

Reverend Keniseli and Fuesaina Matau.

Not a day goes by that we don't think of your

kind, loving, and God fearing hearts, that have

returned to the arms of our heavenly father.

We will always love you both.

TYSON

"What's so important that it couldn't wait until sunrise?" King Tirus of Usue roared, sending the throne room shaking.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I slouched in my chair, next to my father's throne.

A quick glance at his alamo, made it clear my mother, Queen Lessonia, had used her calming abilities to soothe his irritation.

The Fey had certain distinguishing features that made them mystical. The Fey could shift into wolves, and had the ability to see alamo: the soul's visual expression of its feelings. Alamo surrounded a person like a cloud. Depending on the emotion, one's alamo projected itself in different colors, and hazed as soft or as strong as the emotion's intensity. Even with their ability to shift and see alamo, the Fey considered themselves invincible, their everlasting existence fueling the sincerity of that belief.

I sat with my parents, at the head of the room, awaiting an explanation for the disturbance. Scanning the assembled crowd, I found the usual guards in attendance, Fey council members, a few advisors, and to my surprise, an unexpected Fey stood hidden in the shadows.

It was my best friend, Anton.

As the captain of my father's guards, Anton was sent to Dumai, one of the five kingdoms, searching for a rumored stray Fey. He must have returned late in the evening, as I wasn't aware he was back in Usue.

I wished I had shifted into Fey state before taking the throne; I would've been able to mentally communicate with him.

Lucky Bastard, I thought while resting my chin on my palm.

An advisor approached the throne.

"I beg your pardon, your majesties," he greeted and then bowed dramatically. "I've come with urgent news. The seer has had a vision and requests an immediate audience."

King Tirus pounded his fist on the arms of his throne.

"YOU WOKE ME FOR TH-"

As if on cue, my mother's alamo branched out in a thick fog, consuming my father and pacifying the anger I knew he was seconds from unleashing.

Two points for mom. I smiled to myself, watching as the red haze around my father relaxed to a calmer shade. Having lived for over two thousand years, the entertainment I received from watching my father's rage still hadn't lost its spark. King Tirus had the ability to quake the earth with only a blink of an eye. Losing sleep was worth it if it meant I could watch a poor soul tremble in fear.

"Step forward Seemoto and speak," my father motioned his hand towards the seer.

To my disappointment, not a single vibration could be felt.

"I've seen our world's future, my king. Tis' dark." Seemoto revealed, her wrinkled fingers dramatically swiping through the air. "No kingdom will be untouched; we all will suffer. The darkness seeks to enslave and conquer your people."

The room of gathered officials roared at Seemoto's claim. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother stiffen.

"Show me," Queen Lessonia spoke, holding her hand out to Seemoto.

Nadia, god of all that is life, had blessed my mother with the ability to calm a storm as strong as my father. If that wasn't enough, Nadia had also graced her with the ability to see all that another has by simply touching them.

One would assume, with such a lineage, I would've inherited some remarkable ability to add to the family collection. But, as it stood, all that was special about me was the same trait a hand full of other Usuean true blood originals possessed, I had a Fey form.

"Well?" My father asked once Seemoto had released my mother's hand.

"It seems inevitable," Queen Lessonia muttered.

"But there is hope," Seemoto interrupted, kneeling before my mother, "Our Queen, carries our salvation."

"Lessonia?" My father gasped, taking my mother's hand into his.

"It is true," she confirmed, causing the room to follow after Seemoto, and drop to their knees.

"How will this child save the five kingdoms?" King Tirus addressed Seemoto while motioning everyone else at ease.

"As a sacrifice, my king."

Seeing my mother protectively cover her belly, I feared what Seemoto would reveal next.

"You're saying Usue's future child will deliver the kingdoms from darkness, but at the cost of his life?"

"The child will be named, Poppiena Quindallen Moabe, and she will be Nadia's child," Seemoto corrected him. Her tone was filled with a level of confidence no one had ever dared to direct towards my father. "Her fate is sealed, but if she fails many will die; including the Fey who deem themselves immortal."

"What can be done?" my mother petitioned.

"The child must be protected. Although her purpose has been determined, there is no guarantee she'll live long enough to carry out her sacrifice." Seemoto bowed her head, "That is all I've seen."

With a swipe of his hand, King Tirus dismissed Seemoto. It was obvious she would receive a considerably large compensation; her vision was well worth waking the royal court.

My parents whispered to each other in a way that made it impossible for me to eavesdrop. While I waited for the deliberation between the King and Queen to finish, I noticed every Fey in attendance had shifted into full-state. Their shift, I assumed, was a direct effect of Seemoto's alarming news.

I didn't know what to feel. After centuries of being the only heir to the Usuean throne, the thought of having a sister who would eventually die to save the world was unknown territory for me.

"Anton!" King Tirus's voice boomed, bringing everyone's focus back to attention.

Across the room, Anton pushed himself from the pillar he had been casually leaning against and then made his way towards the throne.

I rolled my eyes as he came closer, unable to deny how envious I was of him. Anton just so happened to be the only other Fey, aside from my parents, who had special powers. Nadia had graced Anton with the strength of ten men, yet he looked no different in size than me. He must have been faithful in his prior life for Nadia to have taken such great favor on him; she had blessed him with skin that proved to be near impenetrable.

What baffled me to no ends was Anton's ability to take his position as Captain of the Guard in stride, but at the same time he was the most laid back troublemaker of them all. His ability to live so carelessly was what I envied most about him.

Watching Anton approach the throne, I saw the mischievous grin, only he was capable of, painted across his face.

"Your majesties," Anton bowed.

"As Usue's appointed Captain of the Guard, your queen has requested you leave your position," King Tirus stated, pausing as the room cried in dramatic gasps. "Silence!" he rumbled the ground, effectively muting everyone.

The look on Anton's face gave nothing away. I tried to read his alamo, but after living for centuries, Anton had managed to master the art of concealment. The technique allowed one to hide their surrounding aura of alamo from other Fey, the only ones capable of seeing it.

"Seemoto's vision has led my queen and I to determine the protection of Nadia's future child, Usue's number one priority." King Tirus rose and unsheathed his sword. He descended the throne steps, stopping directly in front of Anton. "There is none in all the kingdoms, in possession of your abilities to protect and defend. You've pledged your life to serve Usue's crown. As your king, I will not force you to take up the duty as the knight of Nadia's child. However, I'll ask you. Will you be the protector of the Chosen One?"

I watched in complete shock. Not a second had passed before Anton dropped to one knee in front of my father.

"Your majesties," his voice rang with boldness, "I, Anton Philip Lexapo, pledge my life to the protection of Usue's future princess. By my sword, my shield, and these hands will I defend the life of Nadia's child until my own ceases to exist. Here is my oath before the Usuean court and to Nadia, mother of all that is life."

My father raised his sword, sealing Anton's oath by dubbing his shoulders. "Go to your queen," he ordered.

Taking the throne steps by two, Anton knelt before my mother, bringing her offered hand to his lips. "I won't let you down, my queen," Anton assured.

Following my mother's nod of approval, Anton returned to his place in the shadows as if nothing had happened.

My eyes widened in bafflement, unbelieving that Anton had just taken the oath; pledging his life for someone he had never met.

My father dismissed court to discuss things in private with his council.

I bolted from my seat and followed after Anton.

"Do you realize what you've just agreed to?" I asked, nearly running to keep in stride with him.

"I wonder who the new captain will be," he answered, easily brushing off my concern.

"That's what you're worried about?"

He stopped walking, frowned as if deep in thought, and then shrugged.

"Yeah," he muttered, continuing his pursuit down the corridor.

Double timing my steps, I shook my head in disbelief at how easily he had accepted everything. "Ant, that oath binds you for life... you've been dubbed the knight of my future sister. How can you shrug your shoulders like it's no big deal?"

"Listen here, prince," he replied.

I cringed at hearing him address me how he normally did when he was seconds from being condescending.

"I'm going to do my job as your sister's protector just fine. You should be concerned with being snubbed yet another opportunity to make mom and pop proud." He clapped me on the shoulder and then smiled smugly. "Maybe next time Seemoto will come with a vision that will at least mention you."

My alamo hazed deep red as I watched Anton walk away. Occurrences like that made me question Anton's position as my best friend. Regardless of how much I wanted to punch him, I wasn't stupid enough to challenge Usue's strongest Fey.

My face dropped in defeat.

I marched back to my chambers, determined to get back the sleep I had lost all because of a sister who didn't exist, yet.

POPPIENA

18 Years Later

"Who can tell me why of all five kingdoms, Usue is considered the primary kingdom?" advisor Lang asked.

Come on, Come on, I thought to myself while tapping my foot anxiously against the marble floors. Advisor Lang's history lesson was the last place I wanted to be.

Raylon, the most important festival in Usue, was moments from beginning. Held once every four years, I considered Raylon the best Usuean festival for two reasons.

First, a competition was held. Open to all five kingdoms, the tournament singled out one individual as the strongest, cleverest, and most cunning to be named Warrior until the next Raylon.

The second reason Raylon was important should've been the first, but being named warrior was far more interesting than celebrating me and my twin sister, Jezebelle's, birth.

This year we turned eighteen and with the help of Tyson, this would be the year I finally snuck my way into the tournament.

"Lady Poppiena!" advisor Lang scolded, calling me back to attention.

"What was the question?" I replied, trying to mask my annoyance.

I knew advisor Lang was purposely going to drag out today's lesson to its last seconds just to punish me for being difficult all these years.

"I want the reason Usue is the primary kingdom."

Searching my mind for the answer, I glanced at the other 12th year Fey descendants. They were all horribly trying to mask their snickers of amusement.

Ogre breath idiots, I silently insulted them, clearing my throat to mimic my mother's teachings word for word.

"Usue is the primary kingdom because it experiences all four seasons. The Dumaian, Rivongian, Falemian, and Arcaean are singular seasoned kingdoms. As primary, we host every Fey in existence, all seers, and Oso: the only sorcerer alive. As appointed by Nadia, our rulers, King Tirus and Queen Lessonia, head the Guild of Order; established to protect the welfare of the world. All these attributes make Usue's strength transcendent; establishing it as the kingdom most worthy of being named primary."

Advisor Lang glared at me. "While that answer is correct, do try harder to stay focused."

Pinning my eyes to the history book on my desk, I slumped deeper into my seat, my face burning red with embarrassment. It didn't help that as the daughter of King Tirus, I had to sit front and center during all my lessons while the other students got to choose any seat they wanted.

As the Chosen One, my options for freedom were close to none. I had no friends, and no one wanted to be next to me, speak to me, or associate with me. Apparently news of the Chosen One's destiny mutated so dramatically I was avoided like a plague. The closest thing I had to friends was my brother Tyson and my protector, Anton. While Anton's presence was more duty than choice, Tyson happened to be everything that was good and wonderful in the world.

My brother was my partner in crime; my right-hand man. If I had to label our relationship, I'd go as far as saying he was my best friend.

Today was a big day for both of us. That was why I swore, if we pulled off what we were planning, he'd become my hero.

Jezebelle, born with the ability to remember anything she saw or heard once, sped through her lessons faster than anyone had done in Usuean history. Proving to be the genius everyone gave her credit for, she was appointed as an advisor to Usue's royal court, long before her 16th birthday. I was left to complete courses at the same rate as all the other Fey descendants. Even so, Jezebelle's presence wouldn't have made a difference; it was no secret that she despised me. To say she was smug about her brilliance would have been an understatement. She enjoyed all the praises and acolytes she received for being on our father's advising council.

"Lady Poppiena!"

Advisor Lang slammed his pointer on my desk, shaking me from my daze.

"Advisor Lang, I may be under your charge when it comes to lessons regarding Usuean history, but you'll do right to remember I'm still the princess of Usue," I challenged. Irritated by his constant attention on me, I decided to force his hand.

I flicked my fingers at his pointer and the wooden stick split in two

Advisor Lang dropped the split pointer as if it were on fire.

"I'll tolerate no tongue from you," he growled. Grabbing me by the ear, he pulled me up, and out the door. "Headmaster's study, this instant."

Smiling as the door slammed behind me, I bolted down the hall and towards the schoolhouse's exit. My little stunt had bought me exactly five minutes to disappear before Anton would arrive and escort me to the stadium for the opening of Raylon. If I didn't get away, Anton would remain my shadow for the remainder of the day.

He was usually waiting before advisor Lang dismissed lessons, but Tyson was purposely keeping him occupied to give me a chance to escape.

One of the best parts of being Nadia's child was my Fey state was unlike the other Fey. I could shift into a dove within a blink of an eye, which came in handy when I wanted to get away from Anton's over protective adherence to his duties as my knight.

If I had gotten to name my own guard, I would've chosen my brother, Tyson, as my knight. Of course, that would've been a foolish pick considering how accomplished Anton's strength was, but at least fun would exist under Tyson's watch.

Tossing my book bag and cloak behind a bush, I shifted.

My heart swelled with relief as I soared toward Usue's spring clouds. Fey state held something indescribable for me. It was so tranquil and pure, daily life appeared substantially lacking in comparison.

I flew with ease, miles above Usue. Whenever the wind was beneath my wings, it was as if Nadia was brushing her love through me.

It made sense that instead of a wolf Fey, I was a dove. I had snow white hair and eyes that were a shade of violet that made others nervous to make eye contact with me. If I stood next to Jezebelle, our differences outweighed our similarities, by a landslide; we had nothing in common. Jezebelle's hair was dark golden, she was blue eyed like both our parents, and where I was tall and deathly thin, her curves were perfectly sculpted to attract the opposite sex.

From the rumors bustling around the kingdom, the common belief behind Jezebelle's resentment of me rooted in the fact that she wasn't Fey. Although she was born from the two most powerful Fey in existence, Jezebelle was what we called, a kinder. Kinders were descendants from a Fey bloodline, but they didn't possess the ability to shift.

While being a kinder was an acceptable premise for Jezebelle's animosity, I thought her mistreatment of me ran much deeper than that.

There were very brief moments where Jezebelle's alamo would flicker in a fluffy pink haze whenever Anton and I were around. With her feelings towards me somewhere near pure loathing, the only possible reason for her smitten alamo had to be because of Anton. With all the knowledge and understanding of Fey history and abilities that Jezebelle possessed, one would think she had the mind to control her alamo. Her talents obviously fell short in the emotional control department.

It was because of Jezebelle's all-knowing annoyance and Anton's overbearing attitude, that I plotted with Tyson to compete in Raylon this year. With my fate already spoken for, there was no better time than my eighteenth birthday to do something that would leave a fierce legacy behind me when I died.

Nadia had decided my death long before my birth. Rather than sulk in my future demise, I decided to live unapologetically free until that sacrificial moment.

When the castle's stables came into view, I descended the skies, shifting as the ground came close enough for me to land. Creeping around the back of the building, I swiped my hand above the dirt. My ability to manipulate the earth allowed me to hide a tunic, armor, and a pair of pants there the day before. To conceal the white silk of my hair, I wrapped it in a black cloth. Once I was properly dressed, I marched towards the stadium, sending a silent prayer to Nadia to see me safely into the start of the games.

TYSON

My palms moistened with sweat as I scanned the arena, in search of Poppiena. Everyone in Usue's royal box had already taken their seats except for her. I took the angry look on our father's face as realization that the empty seat did not go unnoticed.

"Where's your sister?" King Tirus grumbled. His eyes jumped from one royal box to the next as he spoke.

"I'm sure she'll show up," I muttered, keeping my voice as calm as I could manage.

"If I find out you and Poppy have plotted to interfere with Raylon, in any way, I'll make sure that you'll regret the day you were born."

"Tirus," Queen Lessonia interrupted softly. Her calm alamo fogged out to embrace my father. "It's time to open the games."

Once my father stood, I received a scolding look from my mother. I countered her silent reprimand by smiling widely; conveying my appreciation for her interference.

Movement at the side of my chair, called my attention.

"I can't find Poppy anywhere," Anton barked, shooting me a look of accusation. "Where is she, Tye?"

Before I could give him an answer, the canon was shot, signaling the start of the tournament. Glad to have been saved from Anton's interrogation, I shrugged my shoulders, and watched for Poppiena to enter the arena.

"What in the name of Nadia!" King Tirus shouted.

My father's rage had shaken the earth briefly before my mother was able to control his temper. Following his eyes, I realized, he had spotted Poppiena before I did.

While her appearance blended in perfectly with the other competitors, her thin figure stood out in the crowd; she was the least fit to compete.

As the competitors began the obstacle course, I couldn't help the smile that seemed permanently fixed on my lips. Regardless of the tension vibrating through Usue's box, there was no denying how entertaining it was to watch Poppiena race through the course.

I felt nothing but pride for her. Well, that and the occasional ground trembling caused by our father's temper momentarily slipping from the queen's soothing efforts.

"Father, you must pull her out," Jezebelle commented.

"Do that, and the other kingdoms will only take offense," I replied. Giving Jezebelle a side glance, I challenged her to contradict me.

Jezebelle was a pet and as much as I loved her, she was too predictable. Poppiena on the other hand was the definition of the perfect sibling. She was the little brother I never had. Seeing her perform so well, made our scheme worth whatever punishment our father would order.

"Tyson is right," Queen Lessonia seconded. "Stopping the games would cause suspicion. In all honesty, Poppiena is slaughtering the competition."

Giving my mother a grateful nod for her support, I returned my focus to the field, where it seemed during our little discussion, Poppiena had cleared the gators.

"Tye, how could you?" Anton spat from where he stood next to me, watching as Poppiena climbed the rope to escape a Dumaian's grasp. "She's the Chosen One. When are you going to start taking that seriously?"

Feigning innocence, I kept my mouth shut.

Clearly Anton didn't buy my silence. He stared me down like he was moments from decapitating me.

I pointed at the competitors. "Poppy is eighteen. She is finally doing something for herself. Stop throwing her destiny in her face and let her live a little. Look, have you ever seen anyone slay the competition the way she has?"

"How do you think the other kingdoms will react when they find out Poppy is the one out there?" Anton pounded his fist on the balcony's banister, breaking the wood and sending shards flying in the air.

"They'll accuse Usue of knowingly endangering the Chosen One," Jezebelle spoke.

"Has it ever been only two competitors remaining after the first round?" I asked, motioning to the last two figures on the logs. One was Poppy and the other an Arcaean.

"Never," Jezebelle stated. "Father, you cannot let Poppy become the victor, it'll cause outrage; the kingdoms will riot."

Every head in Usue's royal box looked to King Tirus for his decision.

"It's out of my hands," my father sighed.

"Relax," Queen Lessonia ordered. "If Poppiena emerges the victor, we'll restart the competition tomorrow. I'm sure the other kingdoms will understand."

POPPIENA

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned the Arcaean.

He reached for the rope leading to one of the victory flags, but I was determined to end this round the only victor. The look in my father's eyes made it clear, I was destined for solitude in the near future. With the threat of confinement as punishment for participating in Raylon, I knew the only way to leave the arena feeling my act of defiance was worth its penance, was to emerge the victor.

"And what are you going to do... you puny vermin?" the Arcaean taunted while taking a mocking stance.

"I'm the daughter of Nadia," I countered, straightening to my full height and enjoying the look of shock on his face. "Touch that rope and the very logs you stand on will soon serve as your resting place for the evening."

"I don't fear you," he spat.

The Arcaean took two long strides, and then launched himself towards the rope.

Shaking my head at his foolishness, I flicked my fingers at the wooden platform; ripping the logs from their binding.

The Arcaean pulled himself higher on the rope, attempting to reach for the flag.

Alternating hands, I swung at the air in front of me and manipulated the logs to create a staircase leading to the same flag the Arcaean was after. I had caught up to him within three steps.

Seeing a great opportunity to make my presence known, I tore the wrap from my head; releasing my silk white hair for all to see. Holding true to the threat I had given the Arcaean, I jumped from the last log step I had summoned. I flipped through the air, bringing my foot to meet the side of his face.

He lost his hold on the rope.

Grabbing onto the vacated rope, I glance down at the Arcaean's falling form.

The loud thump I heard alerted me that the Arcaean had hit the logged platform. Clawing at Nadia's essence, I molded the wood to encase my fallen opponent tightly. I smiled at the deathly glare he shot me, and then I climbed the remaining length of the rope. The moment I snatched the flag from its hold and my feet returned to solid ground, I was doomed.

The arena shook viciously.

"POPPEINA!" King Tirus's voice boomed.

Shoulders squared, I raised my chin in defiance. There was no way I was going to let myself break in front of everyone. Just as I braced myself for the release of his wrath, my mother stood.

"On behalf of the Usuean kingdom, I offer our sincerest apologies for our daughter's interference in the tournament. If the attending officials will agree, Raylon will continue with round two tomorrow. All competitors will be reinstated," she announced.

The uproar her statement elicited from the crowd was quickly silenced by my father's trembles. I knew I should have been remorseful for my actions, but the pride I felt was too exciting to hide. My enjoyment in the crowd's reaction was cut short as I was firmly grabbed and pulled out of the arena.

"Anton, let go," I whined while trying to wiggle from his grasp, but his hold was firm.

"Poppy, do you understand how much trouble you and I are in?" he barked, aggressively tugging me up the stairs of the tower that served as my secluded chambers.

"Whatever punishment father orders, will be worth it," I smirked. "I was badass out there; practically your spitting image. Come on, even you have to admit my performance was downright genius."

Anton gestured at Raymond and Ply, who were stationed outside my chambers.

They opened the large mahogany doors and then stepped aside.

Raymond shook his head in disapproval while Ply slightly chuckled at my expense.

"If you wanted to spar, you should've just asked me," Anton huffed.

"What good would sparring with you do me? You'll hold back." I ducked my head and entered my chambers, playfully punching Ply in the ribs just before Anton had shut the doors.

Ripping my arm free of his grasp, I rang the bell to order a bath drawn for me. Another downside of being the Chosen One was no one wanted to be my personal maid. There wasn't a single brave soul in Usue who wanted the honor of tending to me, not even for all the gold and jewels in my father's vault.

"I'm going to clobber Tye, for conspiring with you," Anton huffed. He stripped me of the dagger strapped to my thigh. "Where did you get this?"

"None of your business."

I jumped up to wrestle the blade from him, but his arm wrapped around my waist, depositing me back onto the chair. Annoyed, I slapped my hands against the chair's handles and then left the room to undress for my bath.

"Honestly Ant, must you make life so dreary?" I yelled from my dressing room. Hearing no reply, I wrapped a cloth around myself and walked back into the sitting room. "What is the worst that could've happen-"

"Poppy!" Anton exclaimed.

He averted his eyes and turned his back to me.

"What?" I looked down, confused by his reception of my appearance.

Anton had been my guard since before my birth. He was the first to hold me when I had left my mother's womb. He had read me bedtime stories and even brushed my hair when I was younger. His reaction towards my appearance was far too dramatic than what the situation warranted.

"The maids have finished preparing your bath," Anton said.

I watched him stomp towards the door, looking like it pained him to be in the same room as me. Rolling my eyes as the door closed, I eased myself into my bath, letting the warmth of the water wash my worries away.

Bathed and dressed to spend my birthday locked inside my chambers, I walked into my sitting parlor and straight into a cold welcome.

"You're sentenced to a month without leaving your quarters," my father shouted. "You're not to shift or manipulate the elements, and don't you dare call upon the skies."

Plopping nonchalantly onto the sofa cushion next to him, I braced myself to accept whatever sentencing he was set to unleash.

"Poppiena, the kingdoms are livid. You've disgraced their competitors and you put yourself in harm's way, thus threatening-"

"My destiny to die?" I cut in. "Please father, let's talk about this destiny that not a seer in all of Usue can elaborate on. I'm a living being, am I not allowed to enjoy life?"

"Your opinion of enjoying life differs greatly from that of a normal girl's view," he replied. "There are rules you must adhere to. They may not seem fair, but you were born with a great purpose. I cannot let you carry on so recklessly. Nadia appointed your mother and I as your guardians."

"And you can see that I'm unharmed," I reasoned, my expression silently pleading with him to cut me a little slack.

"This time," he answered. "I won't stand idle while you throw yourself into a situation where you don't end up so lucky."

"But I was brilliant out there-"

"That I will admit, but your life is not a game I'm willing to gamble with." He kissed my forehead. "I love you, Poppiena. I'll never stop trying to protect you, even if that means banning you to your chambers." He stood and walked towards the door. "The feast in honor of your birthday is just about to begin. If Sir Anton decides to let you out, you may attend once dancing has begun."

"But what about checking the food?" I moved to follow him out the door.

Poisons were the one area of study I excelled in.

With only a swipe of my hand, I could break apart every element and ingredient used to prepare a meal. As long as it was a result of Nadia's earthly gifts, I would sense it.

"The poison's master has already seen to it," he replied.

My father stepped out the door, his face held a soft expression. "Your attendance at the feast is at Sir Anton's discretion. You've given him enough trouble for today, Poppiena. All I'm asking is for a peaceful evening."

"Your request is reasonable," I sent him a mischievous wink. "Thank you for not being too harsh on me, I just couldn't bare it."

"Insufferable child," he said, giving me a weak glare before he disappeared down the tower's steps.

I had barely sat down when my chamber doors flew open.

"So, what's the verdict?" Tyson grinned. He was holding a large box wrapped in shiny paper.

"I've been sentenced to death," I answered.

I reached for the box, but Tyson held it at ransom above his head.

"You've won Raylon in one round; all of a sudden you think you're the Queen of Usue?" he laughed.

Reserving my energy, I flicked my wrist at the poppiena tree growing in the middle of the room. Its branches flew out, firmly grasping the box in Tyson's hands.

"When will you learn, I'll always reign superior over you, big brother?" I taunted, releasing the branch from my control.

The box dropped on top of my lap.

"This is the treatment I get for risking my hide for you?" Tyson scoffed, and then seated himself next to me while I opened the gift.

"You know, you didn't have to get me anything," I grinned demonically as I tore the wrapping free.

"Yeah right," he ruffled my hair. "As if I want to spend the night like the Arcaean stuck in the arena."

My eyes widen in complete awe at Tyson's gift. Wrapping my arms tightly around his torso, I squeezed the breath out of him.

"Tye, I love it," I squealed while holding the leather arm guard in my hands. "I wish you would've given this to me before the tournament. This wristband would've ensured that the other competitors knew I was an equal competitor."

"Trust me, you didn't need a piece of leather to make your point."

"Ahem," Anton cleared his throat from the doorway. "Prince, the King requests your presence."

"Happy birthday, Poppy," Tyson pecked me on the cheek and then left.

Anton moved away from the door, allowing the servants to enter with supper.

"You're looking proper this evening," I said, taking a seat at the table the servants had prepared. "Planning on ditching me for the feast?"

He seated himself awkwardly, but that was nothing new. Anton was the awkward sort. After eighteen years of his odd behavior, I found myself expecting it.

"I thought you might want to attend the feast for a bit." He scratched his brow and then set a small box on the table. "It is, after all, your birthday."

Eyeing the box suspiciously, I smirked. "So you remembered?"

I used my fork to poke a full helping of the leafy greens onto my plate. I was about to stuff my mouth, but Anton grabbed my wrist.

"You didn't check," he muttered.

"Father said the master saw to it already," I shot back; annoyed that he never seemed to relax. I didn't understand how rumors of him once being Usue's biggest rebel formulated, but there was no way they were true. Anton took the award for the most uptight guard in all of Usuean history.

"Poppy, just double check," he demanded, and then released my wrist.

Glaring at him, I swiped my hand over my plate of greens.

"Oh!" I scooted away from the table, eyeing my plate with horror.

"What is it?"

Anton was already on his feet and grabbing for the plate.

Slapping his hand away, I placed a victorious grin on my face, then reached for the vial of ground spices.

"It hasn't been seasoned," I laughed with satisfaction. The death stare I received from him was well worth feigning a poisoned meal. "Are you really allowing me go to the feast?" I asked while quickly swiping my hand over his plate of roast boar and other meats I wouldn't dare let enter my body.

"It's your birthday feast, you may enjoy a few dances with Tye."

Anton stuffed his mouth with food.

Grimacing at his barbaric attack of the wild game, I grabbed the box he had set on the table. Anton stopped chewing, and he watched me open the box. At first I was overwhelmed with anticipation and excitement, but that ended the moment I removed the lid from the box.

"You hate it," he spoke, dropping his fork. It made a loud sound as it hit the table. Anton leaned back in his chair, clearly upset by my reaction.

"No," I stuttered, trying to understand why he would gift me something so precious.

"You're frowning. Just speak the truth, you hate it."

"I don't hate it. It's beautiful Ant, practically the most beautiful craftsmanship I've ever beheld in an armlet." I pressed my lips together to hide my disappointment. "It's just I don't understand-"

"What's to understand?" he spat the words out defensively.

"Weeks ago you asked me what I wanted as a gift and I told you a commissioned sword." I placed the box holding the armlet on the table and met his eyes. "I just assumed... you'd get me a sword."

"Since you were ten you've asked for a sword," he countered and then stood from the table. "You have no need for a sword; I'm your protector."

"Ant, I didn't mean to upset you. The armlet really is gorgeous."

"I'm not upset," he growled.

"Your alamo says otherwise," I retorted.

I grabbed the armlet and shoved it into his hands.

His look of confusion was priceless.

"Put it on me," I ordered, holding my arm out and waiting for him to understand. He looked to be fighting himself as he eyed my arm. Once the jeweled piece locked into place, I wound my arms around him.

Anton tensed.

"Thank you, it's lovely," I muttered, releasing him so I could ready myself for the feast. When I emerged from my dressing room, clad in a floor length one shoulder light blue gown with my hair pulled to the side, I found Anton pacing the room.

"Don't tell me we're no longer going?" I frowned, my shoulders sagging in disappointment.

Anton paused; his eyes scanned me from head to toe. Without a word, he held the door open and waited for me to exit first. We walked the castle's hall in silence, but curiosity got the best me.

"Ant, what did you get Jezie?"

Anton stiffened and then mumbled his reply.

Thinking I had heard him wrong, I halted our pursuit of the feast.

"What?" I questioned.

"A quill, I got Jezebelle a quill," he whispered harshly.

I had heard him correctly the first time, I just didn't believe he truly only gifted Jezebelle a mere quill.

"Ant, please tell me you're joking," I pulled him away from the ballroom doors.

"I didn't know what to get her," he shrugged.

"I asked for a sword and you got me an armlet. I don't think it could've been that difficult to figure out. Jezie is going to go mad if she finds out about this." I slid the jeweled piece off my arm and pushed it into his hands. "Put it in your pocket and give it to her at the feast."

"No!" Anton answered defiantly. He grabbed my arm, attempting to force the band back on.

"Ant, she hates me as it is. When Jezebelle finds out my gift was better than hers, she'll order advisor Lang to give me private tutoring."

I shoved the armlet into Anton's coat, and then I left him standing in the hall. Before he could return the armlet into my possession, I took a deep breath and saw myself into the ballroom. I was sure my entrance was near silent, but the entire room seemed to have frozen the moment I stepped inside.

"Usue's second daughter, Princess Poppiena," the herald announced.

The sight of everyone observing me was uncomfortable.

I curtsied as properly as my nerves allowed me.

When I rose, I locked eyes with Tyson, visually pleading him to come to my rescue.

While motioning for the musicians to begin playing, Tyson pulled me onto the empty dance floor.

"That wasn't awkward at all," he joked.

"Here I thought I was subtle with my entrance." I ducked my head to avoid the hundreds of eyes pinned on us.

"No, you were subtle alright," he smirked. "Unfortunately, you're also stunning, sister. I don't think you can help the amount of hearts you've just stolen."

Slapping him on the shoulder, I glanced around the room. It was then that my eyes locked with those of a tall, dark-haired man who was watching me. His alamo was so strongly smitten, I had to look away.

"Who is that?" I ducked my head behind Tyson's shoulder, turning us so that my back was now facing the unknown man.

"Prince Deanamo of Rivong," he replied. "His father was the king selected to attend Raylon, but for some unknown reason, Deanamo came in his place." Tyson paused and then he released a deep chuckle. "My goodness, the Rivong are passionate, wouldn't you say?"

"Shut it!" I shot back, completely embarrassed by the prince's open display of admiration; anyone who was Fey could see his alamo.

"Look around Poppy, Prince Deanamo isn't the only one emitting such bold colors this evening."

"I wished I had stayed in my chambers," I whispered. I twisted my head and found that Anton was glaring at me.

"My word, what have you done to anger Anton?" Tyson asked. He guided us towards the head table.

"I kind of gave him back the armlet he gifted me and told him to give it to Jezie," I muttered. I hid my anxiety behind a graceful bow to our parents.

Tyson's laughing did nothing to help how uncomfortable I felt.

"Judging by the green Jezie is horribly trying to conceal, I think you might have a bit of a problem on your hands."

Ignoring the entertainment Tyson had gotten at my expense, I followed him towards the Dumaian's table of ambassadors, for polite introductions.

DEANAMO

Just when I had given up on the chance of Lady Poppiena attending the feast, the doors of the grand hall opened. There she was, the woman that had out shown every competitor of the tournament. I had to meet her.

Poppiena was the most beautiful person I had ever witnessed in my life. I envied her brother for having the honor of being near her. Her every move demanded my complete attention; she was captivating. While she danced with modesty, the moment our eyes met, the energetic woman who had won Raylon, was present. When she left the dance floor to greet the Usuean court, I saw my opportunity.

Stepping into her path as Lord Tyson escorted her towards the Dumaian table, I conjured every last bit of confidence I had.

"Excuse me," I said.

"Lord Deanamo," Tyson smiled as if I had missed out on a joke. "Allow me to introduce my youngest sister, Lady Poppiena."

She nodded her head cordially in my direction, but I couldn't settle for such an unaffectionate greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Poppiena," I bowed. Then very gently, I took hold of her slender fingers. Raising her hand to my lips, we locked eyes. In that split second, the entire room went black. All that existed were the violet eyes staring back at me, I was caught.

Tyson's cough broke me from my momentary trance.

"If you'll excuse us Lord Deanamo, we were just about to make our rounds," he spoke.

I felt Poppiena pull her hand from mine. That small moment of contact was not enough. "May I request the next dance, Lady Poppiena?"

Her eyes widened.

"I'm sorry Lord Deanamo-"

"She accepts," Tyson hushed her reply.

I watched as the two walked away. Common law forbade anyone from forming an emotional connection with the Chosen One, but my desire to know her was too great to be ignored. Common law be damned, I had to be near Poppiena.

POPPIENA

"Tye!" I growled once we moved from the Rivongian prince's earshot. "How could you? You know it's forbidden."

"It's not forbidden for you to dance with someone that adores you," he laughed. "It's forbidden for said someone, to kiss you."

I opened my mouth to counter his idiotic understanding of common law, but Anton's all too familiar shadow loomed behind me.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone's angry you didn't ask his permission," Tyson taunted before disappearing like a coward.

"We're leaving," Anton ordered, turning me towards the doors.

Although the night started off a bit uncomfortably, I wasn't ready to end it.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," I countered.

I stepped back, distancing myself from him.

"It's not up for discussion." Anton stared me down with an intensity that would've caused any unprepared soul to run and hide.

"I've promised the Rivongian prince the next dance. Backing out now would surely be insulting."

"Your excuse of common law will-"

"Ant shhh...go over there, you'll scare him off," I mumbled. Shoving Anton towards the closest column, I smiled at Deanamo as he approached.

The last thing I needed was Anton's interference. Now that someone other than Tyson wanted to dance with me, I was unwilling to pass up the opportunity. Even if harsh scolding for engaging in such an activity was my imminent future, I was set on enjoying the encounter.

"Lady Poppiena," Deanamo bowed, holding his hand out towards me.

The memory of the kiss he had placed on my hand popped into my head. It was a simple gesture, but it captured everything I'd imagined an attraction to the opposite sex would be; completely unexpected, unavoidable, and heart-melting.

After bowing in front of my parents, we moved around the dance floor in awkward silence. Having lost all patience with my inability to control my nerves, I broke that silence.

"Lord Deanamo, I'm sorry to hear your father was not able to attend Raylon this year."

"Thank you. My mother is with child, and he's too much in love to leave her or Rivong."

"A king faithful to his heart and kingdom," I nodded. I kept my chin posed high, with my eyes looking over his shoulder.

"However, I must admit I'm all too grateful for my father's absence," he swallowed deeply.

I sensed a nervous energy coursing through him. The grip he had on my hand slightly tightened.

"You're easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I can understand why the Guild has enacted laws to protect you."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, unbelieving that he had spoken so bluntly.

"Please pardon my forwardness, I'm afraid it runs in my Rivongian blood," he muttered. "It's just my conscious could not keep silent any longer."

"Have you forgotten that I am one of two?" my eyes shot to Jezebelle, who was whispering something into King Tirus's ear.

"I meant no offense princess, but I was referring to the mesmerizing beauty you displayed during the tournament. Make no question, your physical appearance is undoubtedly a wonder. However, I find myself quite drawn to the fearsome woman that raked the arena so effortlessly."

Deanamo grinned, making everything around us irrelevant.

At that moment, all I wanted was to ensure the smile on Deanamo's face remained permanently fixed in that attitude. There was nothing in all of Usue that encompassed the fluttering feeling I felt. It seemed impossible that such a small gesture could cause an eruption of emotions within me.

Deanamo's response was unexpected.

Turning my head to meet his eyes, I found him staring at me as if he had been waiting for my attention. Clearing my throat, I focused on the footwork required for the dance.

"What exactly did you find so captivating?" I silently chided myself for lacking practice in the art of flirting. With no avenue to attempt such behavior, I found myself unprepared for flirtatious banter.

"To be honest," Deanamo chuckled awkwardly, "It was scary."

Unable to control my amusement at hearing his nervous response, I laughed.

"Scary?" I repeated.

"You pulled roots from the ground, set them on fire with the arena torches, and then you entrapped the Falemian competitor with your barricade."

My stomach turned at Deanamo's recollection of my behavior. It was exactly the reason people kept their distance from me. I had the earth at my beck and call, yet carelessly, I put it on display for judgment.

"Do you fear me?" I whispered, swallowing back my guilt from realizing I had embarrassed my kingdom and most importantly, Nadia.

Deanamo fell silent. From the corner of my eye, I saw he was studying me, but I was too much of a coward to bring myself to meet his gaze. I feared he would look into the oddity of my violet eyes and find the wreckage of my unknown future within them.

"Well?" I muttered, fully prepared for his excuses and departure.

He leaned closer towards me, until he was a breaths distance from my ear.

"I'd be a fool if I weren't," he sighed.

His words vibrated through my body, making my cheeks burn.

I blushed.

A rare occurrence in my book, but the warmth in my cheeks was undeniable.

The dance ended, and Deanamo led me back to the head table.

"He's handsome," Queen Lessonia said, patting my hand that rested on the table.

"Indeed," I shrugged. It was the only reply that came to my mind.

"You cannot attach yourself to him," Jezebelle scolded. Her eyes never leaving Deanamo's retreating form.

"It was just a dance," I muttered with calmness.

It was just like Jezebelle to provide her unsolicited opinion. Because of the frequency of her negative attitude, countering her with kindness became second nature for me.

"Then don't lead him on," Jezebelle ordered. She pushed back her chair and stood, "Just like you do everyone else."

Her tone was low, and accusing, which I knew was purposely done so only I could hear. Before I could respond, she was already half way across the hall, effectively ending our conversation just as every conversation between us had.

A familiar presence behind me signaled my time was up.

"King Tirus has ordered you to retire," Anton spoke in his usual curt and formal tone. The displeasure in his expression proved he wasn't yet over being angry at me.

We passed the Rivongian table to make my excuses. One look at Deanamo put Anton's and Jezebelle's negativity into an irrelevant abyss. The way he gazed at me was different than the looks I had received from other men. Deanamo's attention was pure and genuine. Almost as if he was able to see past my destiny and understand me, as a person, constantly outshined by a prophecy.

As I followed Anton up the steps of my tower, my thoughts were focused on the green eyes that saw me as a woman; as Poppiena, without the shadows of being the Chosen One.

****

When I woke on the first day of my punishment, the morning haze barely remained. I pulled the covers off, and then rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Once my vision had focused, I noticed something on my bedside table that wasn't there when I had retired for bed.

Anton's armlet gleamed with mystic depth, in the morning light.

I felt horrible for shunning his gift.

Even worse, I had urged him to give it to Jezebelle. I placed the band on my arm, determined to prove to him that I truly appreciated it.

Glancing around the room, I realized, even if I had readied myself for the day, I was trapped indoors. King Tirus's issued punishment was law; one I knew Anton would strictly enforce.

Dressed in my nightgown, I moved to sit in the alcove housing my window. With one foot tucked under me and the other dangling towards the floor, I gazed out the window. My tower stood positioned with a clear view of the garden my father had given me when I was five.

Usue was in the middle of spring; my favorite season. The flowers bloomed gloriously, adding a vivid color scheme to the garden. I longed to walk barefoot in the dandy flower acres, but my punishment ensured that was never going to happen. I mentally transported myself to the fields. Images of the fluffy flowers and their thin, stiff stems flooded my thoughts. I loved Nadia's offerings with a passion that fueled my life's happiness. Whenever I was outdoors, Nadia's arms engulfed me; pulling me close and sheltering me. If King Tirus had allowed it, I would've lived outdoors and wanted for nothing. But, as it stood, I was locked in a tower, separated from anything Anton felt endangered my life.

Tapping my fingers against the glass, I cursed Anton for having the window locked. It was his way of keeping me from sneaking out and shifting. He reasoned it was for my protection, but I had deemed it a clear violation of my free will.

I narrowed my eyes at the glass as Anton's reflection appeared.

"There's not much for you to look after today," I sighed. My feet met the cold wooden floor, but I remained seated. "I've been sentenced to misery in this tower."

Anton's eyes widen, and then he turned his body to face the opposite side of the room.

He cleared his throat. "Once the cannon signals the start of Raylon's next round, you're allowed to roam your garden."

"Really?" I squealed with excitement while rising from my perch. I approached him, but with every step, Anton moved further away.

"Yes," he scooted towards the door. "I'll wait outside."

Anton's departure made me question my appearance. Looking down at myself, I found nothing wrong with my bare feet or my nightgown.

I wondered what caused such a cold reaction from him. I shook the awkward encounter from my thoughts.

Scanning my wardrobe, I threw on a light cream colored lace dress that was cut short in the front, but left draping in the back. I smoothed out the creases, pinned the armlet on the outside of dress's sleeve, and then I placed my crown on my head. Grabbing my flower basket, I rushed out the room, colliding face first into Anton's shoulder.

"Ow," I shrieked while rubbing my nose. "Why do you always wait directly in front of the door?"

Anton removed my hand from my face. He tilted my chin up and examined the throbbing area. His eyes narrowed, but he dropped his hand and stepped away; pulling my basket from my grasp.

As we walked down the tower's steps, I glanced at him from the corners of my eyes. It was then that I noticed the glimmer of his gift on my arm. I cringed, knowing I had to apologize for my behavior last night.

"Ant, I'm sorry about how I reacted towards your gift," I mumbled. My focus was on my moving feet. "I didn't mean to seem ungrateful, but you know how Jezie gets when it comes to-"

"I didn't want to give her the wrong idea," he interrupted.

"Right," I sighed. "Well, I love it. So, thank you."

I turned and hugged him.

Anton felt stiff beneath my arms.

I quickly released him, moving ahead to lead the way towards the garden. Anton always had a way of making sure I knew his presence was mandatory. I longed to have a best friend; someone who I could tell my secrets to and assist me in plotting against the palace staff. As it stood, the closest thing I had to a real friend was Tyson. Together, we terrorized the guards, broken a dozen Usuean laws, and had managed to cause Anton a bit of trouble frequently throughout the day.

Tyson and I had a typical big brother-little brother relationship; except, I was a girl, and he was the crown prince of Usue. He had duties he needed to perform, which left me to find other means to spend my free time. Being the untouchable child meant I had plenty of free time.

It wasn't till last night's feast, that I felt a genuine connection with someone who wasn't my relative. Prince Deanamo was handsome. His sweetness was gentle, yet he was very forward; adding an intriguing element to his character. There was nothing snobby about him and his position as Rivong's crowned prince. Deanamo had so much confidence burning inside him, but he didn't demand respect; he didn't need to. His manners and selfless character made others offer him that sort of honor freely.

What I didn't understand about him was his fear of me. Of course, it was warranted, but I thought I had approached our first meeting very innocently. There was a hint of sassiness on my part, but that was expected of my character. The idea that Deanamo feared me, made me overthink everything about our encounter.

I knew the rules of my existence; it coursed through my blood. I wasn't allowed to form an attachment with any man, travel, or participate in anything that involved the Guild of Order's idea of danger. The only thing I was allowed to do, was save the people.

A loud boom shook the palace.

Without looking back to check if Anton was paying attention to me, I rushed down the vine tunnel leading to my garden. With every step, the scent of grass and rain filled my senses. The moment I was outside, I flicked my slippers to the side and wiggled my toes in the grass. My fingers traced across the hutes and rolpers, letting their soft petals ease my spirit from its gloom.

"Ant, may we go to the dandy fields?" I asked.

I spun beneath the loral tree, letting Nadia's breeze flow through my body, while she swept loral pedals into my spinning path.

Hearing no reply, I opened my eyes.

Anton was watching me with an odd look on his face. When he noticed my attentions on him, he cleared his throat and readjusted his stance. "Your father doesn't want you anywhere near the arena," he answered.

"You should be allowed to compete," I muttered, flopping to the ground as my hands gathered stray loral, and tossed them in the air.

"I have no interest in the tournament," Anton grumbled.

"No interest? Or are you interested, but your responsibilities and Nadia-given strength, hold you back?" I countered.

"I don't need to win Raylon to know my worth," Anton answered.

"To be sure," I scoffed.

I stared up at the sky. The branches of the loral tree occasionally moved, allowing bits of sunlight to hit my face. Feeling the warmth, I was reminded of my lack of ability to engross Deanamo.

"Anton, have you ever been in love?" I asked, trying to keep my tone nonchalant. "I mean, you've lived for centuries, the answer is obviously-"

"Poppy, I told you that subject is off limits," Anton scolded.

His response didn't surprise me. Having spent eighteen long years next to him, I had realized very quickly, Anton was a man with zero tolerance for commitment. I blamed his horrid attitude on the fact that he had made the greatest commitment of his life when he pledged to be my protector.

I pitied him. No one deserved that sort of fate, not even me.

"I don't want to talk about love," I flipped to my stomach and propped my chin up on my hands. "That was only an opening statement."

"Then why bring it up?"

I watched as Anton scuffed his shoe against the garden fountain. I didn't know what is was about the subject of love that made him so uncomfortable, but I didn't care. Anton's love life was something I swore to stay far away from.

"I asked because yesterday, I realized, I don't know how to flirt," I admitted.

Anton straightened and turned to me. "You don't need to know how to flirt." His eyes narrowed, but I knew it was only a scare tactic to discourage me.

Jumping to my feet, I approached him.

"I've seen nearly every girl in the kingdom do this to you." I bit the corner of my lower lip and batted my eyes at him, "But you just walk away, unaffected."

"Poppy, don't do that," Anton mumbled.

He stepped away from me.

"Oh, and then there's this," I took a strand of my hair and twirled it around my finger, trying my best to mimic the giggles I had heard from those girls.

When I looked up at Anton, I had expected him to find my impressions amusing, but the scowl on his face proved he was far from that.

"I'm sorry Ant," I muttered. "It's just... clearly those gestures don't work. So, I'm a bit confused as to what exactly will attract the opposite sex."

Anton's expression was dark. He looked as if he was seconds from ripping my head off.

"What's your problem? If you're unwilling to enlighten me on the subject, then I'll ask Tye-"

"No!" Anton shook his head aggressively, "I'll teach you."

"Ok, so what's first?" I clapped my hands together, excited that Anton had given in.

He looked around the garden. "Well, first you should know... men like to compete."

I raised my brow and pressed my lips together.

"And because of that," he gestured to a garden statue, "You should show them how strong you are."

"Men like strong women?" I blinked, confused.

"Yes."

"So I should punch a garden statue to prove my strength?"

"No," Anton said. "The statue is symbolic. Think of it as the person you're trying to attract."

"Oh," I eyed him with suspicion. "So, you're saying, I should punch said crush to prove my interest?"

"Exactly!"

Anton had agreed to quickly. I had realized his intentions. He had no interest in teaching me how to flirt. He was setting me up for rejection.

Happy to play along with his game, I smiled and positioned myself to strike the statue. Right before my hand collided with the marble figure, I paused.

"What if said man becomes so attracted by my strength that he grabs hold of me, takes me to a secluded place, and then kisses me so passionately that-"

"I'll kill him," Anton hissed.

I folded my arms across my chest. "Here I thought you were actually going to take me seriously." I stomped away, settling back into my spot beneath the loral tree. With my head against the ground, the sound of approaching footsteps vibrated through my body.

"Someone's coming," I quickly stood and dusted off my dress.

Anton's attention shifted towards the garden's entrance.

The sight of Jezebelle made my shoulders drop. I walked to the swing hanging from the Loral tree.

"Lady Jezebelle," I heard Anton say.

"Lord Deanamo wishes to speak with Poppy, and father has permitted him. Upon your approval, of course," Jezebelle announced, her voice almost made me lose grip of the swing's rope.

My face faltered. Slowly I peeked over my shoulder. Deanamo was partially blocked by his guard, but the side of his face that was visible, was focused on me. His one green eye, stalled my heart. I bit my lip and hid my face.

Come on Poppy, don't make a fool of yourself. I mentally encouraged myself.

The silence was unbearable. I pretended to swing unaffectedly, but really, I was anxiously waiting for Anton's reply.

"I needed to speak with you regarding the closing ceremony tomorrow," Jezebelle said. Her tone was exactly the type I registered as flirting.

I smiled at her attempt to get Anton alone, and then I stood.

"Welcome," I muttered, instantly regretting that I hadn't thought of a better introduction.

The amusement painted on Deanamo's face made me blush with embarrassment.

Anton's annoyed expression made it clear he didn't appreciate the intrusion; he even glared at Deanamo.

"I don't mind," I assured, placing a soothing hand on Anton's arm. "I'm honored to have Rivong's prince as a guest in my garden."

"Thank you," Deanamo bowed.

The sunlight looked angelic as it bounced off his dark hair.

I nudged Anton in the ribs and said, "Go and speak with Jezie."

Anton stared at me, a look of defiance painted across his face.

"Please," I whispered so my excitement wasn't obvious.

Anton huffed, and then he followed Jezebelle to the other side of the garden. I watched Deanamo dismiss his guards.

A nervous tingle shot through my body.

"I was quite disappointed when I arrived at the arena and saw you weren't in attendance," Deanamo spoke.

"Well, after the stunt I had pulled yesterday, my father and his advisors have restricted me from Raylon activities."

Deanamo's eyes moved from my face to something over my shoulder; he was looking at Anton, and Anton returned his stare.

"You need not worry about Sir Anton," I mumbled, "He's quite harmless."

"Your knight is harmless?" Deanamo chuckled, unconvinced.

"Well, that is of course, until I give him the order to attack and then you're pretty much doomed." I allowed myself to look into Deanamo's eyes. The moment I did, I knew, there existed no other pair of eyes that could match the passion his possessed.

Deanamo cleared his throat, "Will you take me on a tour of your sanctuary?"

I took his offered arm.

We walked along the brick path as I pointed out the variety of flowers and vines that made up my garden. Deanamo listened attentively, but he scarcely spoke. I was worried that he found my knowledge unentertaining. Self-consciously, I stopped talking, and we walked in silence for a while.

After we had cleared the broken ruins that separated the manually managed part of the garden, from Nadia's pure growth, he finally spoke.

"You're guard is very protective."

Deanamo's comment sounded more like a statement rather than a general observation.

"He's pledged his life to my protection," I answered. "With laws made in my name, I'm sure you can understand the magnitude of Anton's duties."

"I'm not well rehearsed on Fey knighthood," he replied, dusting fallen leaves off the stone bench.

I seated myself and waited for him to settle down next to me.

"The basic idea is, only someone belonging to a Fey bloodline can offer the oath. Anton accepted the oath from my parents."

"Why not you?"

"My destiny was foretold before I was born. It was my parent's way of protecting me from the moment of my birth, until death." I shrugged, "Anton was the first to hold me when I took my initial breath of life, and in return I'll be the reason he takes his last."

"I don't follow," Deanamo muttered, confusion painted across his face.

"According to Usuean history, a knight can protect his charge and they will in turn live for centuries."

"This isn't the case for Sir Anton's knighthood?"

"Anton took the oath knowing, no matter how hard he tried to protect me, I will die. According to our bond, so will he."

I pressed my lips together. The guilt of Anton's life ending because of me, always placed a dark cloud of sadness over my soul. Instinctively, I looked over my shoulder in search of him, but he wasn't there; Deanamo and I were alone.

"Does this oath bind knight and charge to marriage?"

My eyes widen. "Oh no, knighthood is strictly an oath of protection. And the Fey don't marry. Our love is defined as the epitome of romance. It's always instant; mating is direct and lasts forever. Once the connection between souls' is established, it can not be broken."

"So there's no soul binding connection between you and Sir Anton?"

"Absolutely not," I muttered without hesitation. "Anton and I are completely unattached in that department." I felt uncomfortable, almost like I had answered too quickly, making myself seem desperate.

"Well, that's good news."

I heard him sigh. My body stiffened as his alamo branched out. His closeness made it easy for me to feel the soft haze graze my skin.

"Lord Deanamo," I whispered cautiously, "While I am not romantically tied to my knight, common law forbids me from-"

"The heart abides by no rules," Deanamo turned to face me. His hand encased mine as he spoke. "Destiny does not dictate the life one lives; it merely decides its purpose."

His touch felt perfect. My soul tumbled head first into the passion his eyes held. I had never felt a touch so intimate, so right.

Hearing movement from behind us, I jumped to my feet, ending contact with Deanamo.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Deanamo before turning and blocking his view. "Anton please-"

"Lord Deanamo, I'm afraid your visit is over," Anton grunted, his voice seething with anger.

I placed my hands lightly on Anton's chest. His breathing was deep and his heart was pounded wildly.

"I'm sorry if I've caused offense," Deanamo spoke.

"I don't think we've had the honor of being properly introduced," Anton shoved my hands away and he approached Deanamo. My face burned with the fear of the unknown. I glanced at Anton and then at Deanamo, silently pleading with Nadia to pacify the situation.

"No, I don't believe we have," Deanamo replied, his tone challenging.

I blanched. Deanamo had no idea what Anton could do. Anton's appearance was that of a mere man, but his strength was unmatchable. I prayed Deanamo would somehow realize he needed to tread lightly if he wanted to make it out of the confrontation untouched. Anton would heed for no one when it came to his duties.

"Lord Deanamo, there you are!" Jezebelle exclaimed. Her voice brought air into my lungs.

For the first time in my life, I felt grateful for her interference.

"Come now, Raylon is still in progress and we've been called upon for round two medaling," she stated.

"Lady Poppiena," Deanamo bowed, "I look forward to our next meeting."

I didn't dare say anything in return. I bowed in acknowledgment, and then watched him leave. Once Deanamo was out of view, I jumped at the strike of Anton's alamo against my back.

"I did nothing wrong," I defended myself while turning to leave the garden, but the grip Anton had on my arm kept me from proceeding.

"Poppy, there are rules," Anton scolded. "You're not to be touched; his intentions were clear. How could you see his alamo and do nothing?"

"Yes, because Nadia forbid anyone should love me, right?" I shot back. "You think I don't know what's at stake? It's impossible for me to forget my destiny, especially since it's thrown in my face every moment of the day." I scooted away from him; distancing myself from his rage, "Yes, Lord Deanamo touched my hand and yes, I enjoyed it-"

"Enough!" Anton's exclamation silenced me. "Go to your chambers, I'm not interested in hearing anymore."

With his back to me, I trembled in frustration. Ignoring his order, I ran towards the dandy fields. Without looking to examine Anton's reaction, I shifted and took to the sky. Once he was no more than a mere speck on the ground, I relaxed my wings and allowed Nadia's cool breath to calm my frustration.

I stayed within the boundaries of the garden, yet the sight of the arena brought my problems to the forefront of my thoughts. I cut through the clouds, flying towards Usue's highest peaks.

The spirit forest stood in my way.

I studied the trees.

No one had ever made it through the forest, and as willing as I was to try, Anton had forbidden me from entering its midst. I came close to attempting the forest with Tyson, but Anton had found us out. The beating he had given Tyson scared me, making Anton's rules regarding the forest, the set of rules I vowed to never break.

There was no way around the forest. Its trees branched out like a fortress and extended to heights even I would never attempt.

Giving up on wanting to drink from the fountains of Usue's peaks, I turned back to the palace.

When the garden came into view, Anton was nowhere to be found. I flew straight into the castle and up the corridor leading to my tower. My journey to my chambers would've been a straight shot if Anton had allowed my windows to open.

Well aware of my shifted state, Raymond and Ply, opened the doors to my suite. Slowing down my flight and examining my room, I noticed my afternoon meal had arrived. I glanced at Anton's usual spot and found that his tableside was not set.

I landed on one of the branches of the poppiena tree in the middle of the room.

Anton had never missed midday meal with me.

My behavior towards him was uncalled for.

Although I meant every word I had spoken, I knew deep down, Anton's pledge to me deserved my utmost respect.

I watched Anton's empty seat until my eyes grew heavy. I had never fallen asleep in Fey state, but the heaviness of my eyelids made shifting into full state too much of a hassle.

Shutting my eyes, I let sleep consume me. It felt as if I had only closed my eyes when a voice called out for my attention.

Daughter you must wake, the voice spoke into my mind.

Hesitantly I opened my eyes, but I saw no one.

Come, come to me Poppiena.

I looked around, but the room was dark. Everything was blurred except the window.

A glint of light was all that illuminated the room, revealing a golden bird flying outside the window.

Come to the window, it beckoned me.

I didn't budge, thinking that Anton's ever present figure was going to stop me, but no one appeared.

With nothing holding me back, I flew towards the glass.

I can't, I mentally communicated. The window is locked.

Just come through, the golden bird nodded.

Who are you? I asked, feeling an intense bond with the unknown creature.

Your mother. Now come, there isn't much time.

Always one to make rash decisions, I flew straight towards the glass. I braced myself for the hit, but nothing but cool breeze touched my feathers.

My child, you can manipulate the earth and channel the skies, but it's flying through window panes that amaze you?

What can I say, it's the little things that shock me the most. I stared at the golden bird. I guess I should introduce myself, mother.

Oh don't sass me now, the bird I now knew as Nadia replied.

Why have you come? I spoke, feeling nervous at the thought of being able to communicate with a god –my mother.

Because it's time. She took to the sky, leaving me with no choice, I followed her.

Afraid of her meaning, I took in every flap of her wings and tilt of her head. Every breath and wing stroke seemed strategically done, yet effortless. It was shocking that the god of life was flying next to me.

Why has it taken you this long to appear? I asked.

Because it has taken you eighteen years to fall asleep, Nadia's tone seemed teasing.

You mean you've been waiting for me? I answered, trying to keep up with her pace.

I'm a god, we're only allowed in the spirit world, she paused and turned to stare at me. Welcome to the spirit world.

The lightness in her greeting made me sure she was teasing, but there was something else, something dark.

Forgive me for sounding apprehensive, but where are we going? I memorized our route, an easy task considering Usue was my home.

A great wrong has been committed, Nadia answered. Stay close.

I stared in awe as she flew, full speed towards the ocean. My eyes narrowed and my body tightened with fear. I had no idea where Nadia was going, but as her child, I had no choice but to obey.

Tucking my feathers in tight, I let my gizzard feel the clash of water against my spirit form's skin. The contact was brief, almost as if it hadn't occurred. When I opened my eyes, there wasn't a drop of water in sight, but a meadow and tree trunk that spread endlessly from east to west.

Where are we? I exhaled.

Quindallen, Nadia answered, her voice faint. She flicked her wing at the enormous trunk, motioning me to follow.

My namesake is real? I flew in place, taking in my surroundings.

Of course, you think I would allow a child of mine to be named so recklessly?

My eyes traveled every inch of the meadow. I wanted to memorize as much as I could; absorb it all in before it was stripped away.

Then I take it, that's the Great Quin? I gazed at the tree; shocked by its grand beauty.

The rumors and stories about the Great Quin were real, and I was the only one who knew of its truth.

There isn't much time. I know you have questions, but you must find those answers for yourself, Nadia revealed before disappearing through a hole, situated high on the Quin's trunk.

I entered the hollow space, frightened about what I would find.

There was a light, guiding me to the tunnel's end. I raced after it, afraid it would disappear before I made it out. When I cleared the darkness, the relief that flooded me was instant. My emotional distress was replaced with utter shock once I realized where I was.

Quin forest, I uttered, I can't believe it.

My statement wasn't addressed towards Nadia. It was my personal assurance that what stood before me was real.

Every corner of the forest held an orb, glowing while they absorbed their distinguished season. Rain fell from the forest's sky and streamed into the orb of Rivong. The light blinded me as it beamed into the orb of Dumai, indicating summer. Snow glistened as it dropped into Arcae, and the leaves of autumn sprinkled into the orb belonging to the Falema.

In the middle of the forest, stood the orb I assumed belonged to Usue.

What are those? I gestured to a barrier that surrounded Usue's orb.

Those are spirits, and they are the only thing keeping the kingdoms in order. Nadia's voice was soft within my head. Look there, Nadia pointed her wing at a crack in the barrier. Someone has made advances and from the looks of it, they're getting stronger.

So, this is my destiny... the reason I will die? I questioned without hesitation.

This was a direct act of vengeance, as my child, it's you who has been burdened to defend my land.

But I'm just one person. I stared at the crack. How am I going to stop a force capable of piercing through a spiritual block, your spiritual border?

You are my daughter; never has anyone lived with your strength and power. Poppiena, you must travel the four kingdoms. It's then that you will discover yourself and in return save my people.

Before I could ask my next question, Nadia's image became blurry.

Storm Usue's court and convince them to let you tour the kingdoms, Nadia said as she flew close to my face.

What's happening? I searched her eyes, but her figure was faint.

You're waking up.

Must I do this alone? I spoke.

Of course not. Before your birth, I saw to your protection. You can only, always, trust him.

Anton? I waited for her answer, but she was gone. I felt my body go cold. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in my room. No longer was it dark, and no longer was I perched on the Poppiena branch.

I didn't need to convince myself of my spiritual journey; I believed every part of it. The knowledge coursed through me with intense energy.

I felt reborn.

****

Attending court was always a nerve wrecking experience. When combined with delegates of the other four kingdoms, the intimidation factor multiplied ten folds. The greatest shame was that it took interrupting Raylon's day two feast and demanding a session, for me to grasp how intimidating an audience felt.

I stood in the middle of Usue's throne room, arms folded across my chest, with my chin held high. Nadia had thrown me into the middle of an unknown abyss, but I trusted her to pull me through. The only sense of security I felt was Anton's presence behind me. He stood with a natural, stoic poise; unaffected by the turmoil I had caused.

I absorbed every insult, enraged as representatives of the other kingdoms voiced their disapproval of my claim.

"You're a child. How can you request to tour the kingdoms when you can't even follow the simple rules installed to protect you?" a delegate of the Dumaian shouted.

"Nadia did not set those rules. How dare you or anyone else, assume I should abide by them," I shot back.

The grip I had on my arms tightened as the urge to fasten the Dumaian official to his seat, coursed through my body.

A sudden flood of relief washed over me.

I found my mother, Queen Lessonia, with her eyes focused on me. She tilted her head, indicating the enormous effort she was using in order to sooth me.

"You've been named the savior of our realm, given a destiny that no one believes you're ready for," an Arcaean ambassador stated.

"Can anyone here do this?" I retorted, throwing my hands in front of me and pulling at Nadia's energy.

Screams filled the room as the plank serving as the banister separating the Arcaean officiates from me, ripped from its hold and shattered.

"Poppiena!" King Tirus shouted.

Apologetically, I wiggled my fingers at the shattered wood, putting it back in place.

"I shouldn't have to prove myself to any of you." I turned to address my father. "I only seek knowledge. Am I wrong for wanting to know the people I've been destined to sacrifice myself for?"

"Your Majesty, she has so much more to learn-"

"I am, Poppiena Quindallen Moabe, daughter of all that is life," I shook the room with a simple flick of my wrist. "Anyone who stands in my way, will answer to Nadia's wrath."

My outburst effectively silenced the room.

King Tirus stood, and he approached me. His smug expression relieved my trembling heart.

"And what should be stated as justification for your tour?" he smiled, a proud grin graced his face.

I bowed in appreciation of his support. "Tell them, the Chosen One has awoken."

I left the room, moving my feet as fast as I could without actually running. Anton followed close behind.

"Sorry I didn't speak with you first," I said over my shoulder.

"You were called by Nadia," he shrugged. "And I serve you, princess."

The idea of touring the kingdoms frightened me.

Nadia's last words about trusting Anton, gave me a bit of confidence. If there was anyone I would have attempted such a journey with, it would be him. Anton had plenty of experience as the Captain of King Tyson's guards. His old job had consisted mainly of tracking down everyone the Guild deemed mystical, and relocating them to Usue. Anton's lifetime of experience trumped my mere eighteen years of life, by a long shot.

"You've been to the other kingdoms," I stated.

"I have."

Anton closed the door after we had entered my chambers.

"Will it be dangerous?" I turned my back to him and stared at the tree growing in the middle of the room.

"The seas can be rough, and the shift in climate will be substantially different between kingdoms," Anton paused.

I glanced over my shoulder to see what had caused his break, only to find he was much closer to me than I had assumed.

"What?" I stepped nervously away from him.

"Poppy, you will never have to worry about your safety. I will always protect you."

I focused my attention on the tree, but Anton's intensity had caused my pulse to quicken. I forced myself to speak.

"I have to tell you about my encounter with Nadia. She said there are forces... I don't know...magical forces, in the other kingdoms."

Anton shook his head.

"That would be a violation of treaties, and there is only one known sorcerer alive and she has sworn loyalty to the Usuean crown."

"I know you pride yourself on bringing back every known Fey in existence, but anyone can tell a lie and more importantly the element of concealment can blind even the most diligent observers."

I opened my wardrobe and pulled at the empty trunks stacked inside.

"Are you accusing the other kingdoms of conspiring against Usue?" Anton gestured for me to clear the way as he performed the chore effortlessly.

"Nadia wouldn't steer me wrong. So, yes, I believe at least one kingdom is guilty."

"So, we're touring the kingdoms on the premise that?"

"The Chosen One wishes to learn about the people Nadia provides for," I answered.

"But really, we're?"

"Infiltrating their courts and sniffing out the traitors," I grinned.

"I assume this conversation-"

"Remains between princess and knight," I interrupted, giving him a look of warning.

"Finally," he exhaled, sounding relieved.

I busied myself with packing. It was in the middle of my work that Tyson allowed himself entrance into my room.

"You sly little hamper," he held his arms out to me.

Tyson was the one part of Usue I wished I could take with me. My brother was the closest thing to my heart, aside from our parents. But, as common law stated, no Fey was allowed to leave Usue unless permitted by majority ruling; a ruling I was relieved to have been granted.

"Will you miss me?" I ran into his embrace and buried my head into the nook of his neck.

"Not as much as I will envy you," he smirked. "I've been sent to retrieve, Princess Poppiena Quindallen Moabe," his tone was covered in sarcasm.

I stepped back and slapped him on the forehead, "They've agreed?"

"Awaiting your approval," he nodded.

"I don't know why delegates are so stuck up. They're lucky I didn't get angry," I grunted, following Tyson to the throne room.

I searched the halls, waiting for any sign of Anton, but he didn't appear.

"Did you not inform Anton?"

"I'm sure he'll show up, he always does," Tyson answered.

The palace's corridors seemed gloomy as I took my final steps towards the throne room. The feeling of leaving Usue stung, but even though Usue was my home, I had a journey to take; one that would ensure the palace and its serving court remained intact for years and years to come.

Tyson escorted me into the throne room.

"Don't think your little show has gone unpunished," he muttered, leaving me standing abandoned before the assembled council.

I swallowed down my fear as the room shook with my father's method of gaining everyone's attention.

"Princess Poppiena, you've come before the Usuean court, demanding an impromptu audience with the attending delegates of Raylon. You seek a contract, allowing you to travel each kingdom, on a quest of knowledge. Is that correct?" King Tirus questioned.

"Yes, your majesty," I bowed. My body trembled with fear. I looked to my left, but Anton wasn't there, and it was the one time I wished he was. I raised my eyes to Tyson, questioning Anton's whereabouts, but he only shrugged his shoulders.

"Because you have been called with purpose, the five kingdoms have agreed. However, there are a few conditions you must adhere to." King Tirus motioned towards his advisor, Lang.

Advisor Lang cleared his throat. "Upon agreement by each of the five kingdoms' officials in attendance, Lady Poppiena will live by the rules of whichever court is hosting her."

I stared at my father. The look he held left me with no other choice. I nodded in understanding.

Lang continued. "Lady Poppiena will not engage with the natives without her appointed escort present."

"As in Sir Anton?" I asked, trying my hardest to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"As in the escort appointed by your host kingdom's court," Lang narrowed his eyes at me, clearly still bitter from how I behaved during his history lesson.

"A babysitter?" I scoffed.

Again I looked towards my father, but his intense stare remained steady.

"I agree," I stated, folding my arms across my chest, determined to show whatever bit of defiance I could, considering the circumstances.

Advisor Lang read from his scroll. "Lady Poppiena is a guest, thus she must remember that regardless of her calling from Nadia, she has no say in the handling of a kingdom's court or their people."

I sighed. The contract was evidence of how ill-brained and power hungry appointed court advisors could be. I had no interest in conquering a kingdom or undermining its court. My sole purpose was to do Nadia's work.

I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes. "Anything else?"

"Yes, you and your guard will be accompanied by a liaison with understanding of Usue's court system."

"What? Afraid I'll offend someone?" I shot back, feeling like the other courts should have been grateful I wanted to visit. However, glancing around the room, I realized not one of the representatives in attendance looked thrilled.

"Poppiena, we've appointed a representative to ensure the Common Laws and your birthright, are protected," Queen Lessonia spoke.

"I haven't requested to tour the kingdoms to stir up trouble," I held my voice loud and steady. "One day, I will sacrifice my life for the people of these kingdoms. I'm insulted that you all hold me under such scrutiny that suggests I plan on staging an uprising."

"It's not like that," King Tirus said.

"I see the expressions on everyone's faces," I countered, "You're all fearful of me."

"Can you blame us?" the Arcaean official shouted. "You possess abilities that uproot the earth, and your prayers can calm the seas and alter the skies. You're a threat, and yet you expect to be welcomed into our kingdoms with open arms."

"Now we're getting to the good stuff," I retorted, throwing my hands in the air. "Please, anyone else?"

"Falemians are peaceful people," a Falemian advisor stood, "Your presence will upset the balance of that serenity."

"I've done nothing to deserve such judgment."

"Your aggressiveness during yesterday's opening challenge, speaks loud and clear," he countered. "You speak of your destiny; do you think any kingdom wants you inside their borders? You're the daughter of Nadia-"

"I pray you weight your words wisely as they may offend the mother of all that is life. And that, is an offense I will not plead for her to show mercy towards," I interrupted the Falemian, enraged at his attempt to insult my intentions.

The room went silent.

The majority in attendance held shocked looks on their faces.

Balling my hands into fists, I was seconds from making another scene, but a dark haze brushed against the side of my arm.

I looked over my shoulder; Anton was standing next to me.

"Where have you been?" I whispered.

"Later," he shook his head.

"Well, I think we've heard enough," King Tirus announced.

"I beg your pardon, your majesties," I muttered, turning towards Deanamo and his group of advisors. "But I have yet to hear what the Rivong have to say of my request."

The grin that graced Deanamo's face was enough to cool the anger burning inside me. Aside from my family, he was the only other royal in attendance. I placed my bet on him to ease the tension in the room.

Deanamo straightened, and his smile widened. "Thank you, Lady Poppiena, for your acknowledgment. I speak for all of Rivong when I say: we'll be honored to have you. Which is why, I would like to suggest the first leg of your tour begin in Rivong."

Murmurs echoed throughout the room, but all I felt was my heart swell with gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Deanamo," I bowed, and then I directed my attention to my father. "I, Poppiena Quindallen Moabe, agree to abide by the terms of this contract."

Receiving an appreciative nod from both my parents, I turned to leave the room, but I remembered the last term had not been spoken in full.

"I'm sorry, your majesties, but who is the advisor accompanying me?" I asked.

Tyson straightened in his chair.

It dawned on me, the punishment he had warned about.

"I am," the voice of my worst fears spoke.

****

Raylon's closing celebration went through its normal progression. I had no interest in participating in the festivities. My thoughts centered on the journey ahead. I stood next to the stage, watching the ships being prepared for departure.

There were five ships waiting to leave. Normally after Raylon, we saw off four, but there was now the addition of the vessel I would be taking to Rivong.

"Is your father really sending Jezebelle along?" Anton spoke.

I heard him speak, but I was too angry to reply. I watched as trunk after trunk belonging to Jezebelle, was loaded onto the ship. I had no doubts they were filled to their tops with useless articles of clothing and accessories meant to gain Anton's attention.

I forced myself to look away from the vessel. "Where were you while I was being picked on by the vultures?" I asked.

"It seemed Nadia chose the most inconvenient moment to enlighten me about our journey."

Anton stepped away from me and then bowed, "Your Majesty."

I glanced around and realized the reason behind Anton's change in attitude.

"Father," I followed Anton's lead.

"I'm sure you don't need to be reminded of your duties, Anton," King Tirus nodded.

Anton rose to his full height, "I won't let you down, my king."

"Are you certain it's a wise idea, sending both of Usue's princesses abroad?" I questioned.

"No one knows our laws better than Jezebelle. Her knowledge will aid in your work," my father replied. "She made her appeal to the attending delegates and won their approval."

I rolled my eyes. "I noticed the contracts didn't mention anything about Anton and I shifting."

"The contracts don't address it because the both of you may shift when necessary. But be cautious, the other kingdoms aren't used to seeing our kind." My father looked out towards the sea. "Poppiena, this isn't Usue you're dealing with anymore, I won't be there to ensure you're treated as your bloodline and rank demand."

"Father," I placed my hand over his, "You of all people should understand, there isn't a kingdom court that can rattle the earth like you and me."

I smiled and saluted him. "I give you my word, I'll behave. If I manage to get out of line, I'm sure Jezie won't hesitate to correct me." I hugged him, tightly. I didn't know what my journey had in store, but I knew enough of my love for my guardian parents, I adored them both.

"Hey, don't go fulfilling any prophecies while you're away," Tyson's arm circled me from behind. "I still need to take you to the spirit forest."

"You never did tell me who held the record." I looked at Tyson, but his eyes were pinned on Anton. "What?" I asked, feeling like I had missed out on a joke.

"The record has been held by the same person for almost a century now." Tyson gestured his hand towards Anton.

"Anton has entered the forest?" I scoffed.

To say I was shocked would've been an understatement. Anton was by far, the most law abiding citizen that ever existed. To hear he had entered the forest, and was the holder of the record for longest time spent in its midst, stunned me to my core.

Running into the spirit forest was the Fey's way of separating the glorious from the weak. One's social standing changed just for entering the forest. My lack of entrance was possibly the reason I didn't have friends.

"Oh don't look so surprised," Tyson chuckled. "I've always told you Anton was a troublemaker, up until-"

"Attention!" Usue's herald called out.

I wanted to hear what Tyson was going to say, but our father chose that moment to display his impatience.

"I offer my congratulations to the Arcae for proving their strength during this period of Raylon. Today we are bidding farewell to our visitors, but we're also sending off, Princess Jezebelle and Princess Poppiena, to tour the kingdoms."

The crowd bubbled in gossiping whispers.

"Usue's princesses will be missed. We'll await their return with open arms. Safe travels my daughters. May the seas be calm and may Nadia's love guide your journey."

King Tirus stepped away from the gangplank. I hugged him and my mother one last time.

The ship pulled from the dock.

I watched my family standing on the land I knew as home, until they became nothing more than the mist of the seas.

My eyes pricked with tears, but I didn't let them fall.

I felt Anton's presence behind me.

Clearing my throat to hide my sadness, I spoke. "You were a rebel? When did that end?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Jezebelle appeared from the side of the ship. "Anton spends every moment of the day making sure Poppiena doesn't scrape her knee, or miss her meals. Or worst, Nadia forbid poor Poppiena gets pricked by a molly flower."

I clenched my teeth and balled my fists so tightly my nails dug into my skin. I stepped towards Jezebelle, ready to use the ship's planks to root her where she stood.

Anton stepped between us, shielding Jezebelle from my view.

"Lady Jezebelle," his tone was formal, "Why don't we see to it that your guards are informed about the conditions of the sea."

I watched Jezebelle direct a disgusting flirtatious smile towards Anton. She took hold of his arm and allowed him to lead her inside.

Before they disappeared into the ship's lodging compartment, Anton looked back at me.

Calm down, he mouthed.

I exhaled a breath of frustration and returned my eyes towards the sea.

"I thought he'd never leave."

I jumped at the sound of Deanamo's voice.

"What are you doing here, I saw you board your ship?" I stared at him, certain my face held a dumbfounded look.

"Your brother is a bit of a troublemaker, isn't he?" Deanamo grinned, "He was quite adamant that I take Usue's ship, considering both were headed to the same place."

The smile that crept to my lips, could not be pacified, no matter how hard I tried.

"Lord Deanamo-"

"Please just Dean," he interrupted.

"Dean," I muttered, feeling a bit awkward at the sound of his shortened name leaving my lips. "I must thank you for your support, earlier."

"No thanks needed. Just promise you will allow me to show you Rivong, through the eyes of its most loyal admirer."

Deanamo moved closer to me, his nearness caused my face to burn.

"I find that might be a problem, my lord," I smirked, letting the sea's cool mist calm my nerves. "My exploration of your kingdom will be at the discretion of my appointed escort."

"And what if I said, I've appointed a very handsome prince as your guide?"

"Really?" I challenged.

He nodded.

"Lord Deanamo, why did you never mention you had a brother?" I laughed.

The way Deanamo pouted reminded me of how Tyson reacted to my teasing.

"After all I've done for you?" he grunted, horribly trying to conceal his amusement.

We stared out towards the water, our laughter calming into an awkward silence.

The occasional glances from Deanamo started making me self-conscious about my ability to communicate with the opposite sex.

"What about your duties as prince?" I questioned.

"They're manageable," he answered, reaching out. His hand covered the hand I had resting on the railing. "I'll gladly put them aside, if it means I get to spend the day making sure you fall in love with Rivong."

I bit my lip.

The mention of the word love sent my heart into an offbeat rhythm. That, plus the feeling of Deanamo's thumb grazing my skin, set my face on fire.

I knew I was blushing uncontrollably.

When I looked up at Deanamo, I found his statement to be as true as the deep shade of his alamo.

"Is it your goal to keep me from leaving Rivong?" I said without realizing. I should've stepped back and distanced myself from him, but there was an invisible force keeping me glued in place.

"Is my alamo that telling?" he spoke.

I gasped, "You know about alamo?"

"It's practically the first thing we're taught about the Fey," he laughed. "Don't be embarrassed, it's I who should be mortified that I'm so readable."

I looked out to the sea to hide my shame. "I'm sorry, it's not like I can help it; one's alamo surrounds them unless they're able to conceal it."

"Don't apologize," Deanamo said, "Frankly, I'm jealous. How I long to know the color of your surroundings."

A mischievous smile spread across my lips. "No need to wonder, I'll tell you. My alamo is clear; no Fey has been able to point out its color. I'm beginning to believe I don't have one."

"No alamo?" Deanamo sighed, sounding amazed. "You truly are one of a kind, Lady Poppiena."

"Please, when it's just you and me, call me Poppy." I turned to him, giving myself a full view of every feature that made Deanamo handsome.

"I don't think I'll have that luxury very often," he replied, his voice teasing.

I stared at him, confused.

A familiar gust of wind grazed my back. I realized the meaning behind Deanamo's statement.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," I mumbled, stepping away from Deanamo as I attempted to intercept Anton's rage.

"You all finished tending to the princess?" I muttered, brushing past Anton, entering the ship's interior.

Anton slammed the door leading to the deck. "You're not to be alone with him again."

Ignoring Anton was all too easy for me. After years of his constant interference, I had perfected the art of no longer listening to his reprimanding speeches.

I searched the numbers on the cabin doors for my designated room. Anton pulled my arm, jerking me to a stop.

"There are rules to be followed when holding an audience," he shouted.

"I didn't see his guards breathing down his neck."

I yanked my arm from his grasp. I was tempted to stomp my feet and whine, but the sight of observers, checked that urge.

"Wait here," Anton ordered, pushing the door to my cabin open.

I leaned against the ship's wall, tapping my foot while he checked my cabin. It took every ounce of restraint I possessed, to keep from throwing a fit. Anton had a way of making me feel like a child.

I was fully capable of handling myself, especially when it came to something as simple as checking my quarters.

Anton gestured for me to enter.

He didn't say a word, but I knew the look on his face. It was a look of exhaustion; he was tired of having to say the same speech over and over.

I prided myself on being physically capable of defending myself, but when it came to holding grudges, I was weak.

Wanting to have the tension between us removed, I dropped my shoulders and huffed out my apology.

"I'm sorry. I know the rules of exchanges, but Ant, for the first time in my life, someone other than Tyson, wants to talk to me." I tilted my head to the side, baiting Anton to fall for my charming innocence.

Anton moved away from me; his usual way of trying to remain angry, while I attacked him with an adorable pout. Although I was certain Anton was only present because of his pledge to serve me, I knew deep down, he and I had formed a bond as knight and charge. However thin that bond stretched, Anton knew me best, and I felt I knew things about him others didn't.

Looking at him, I wondered about what sort of man he was before I came along. Of course he was the captain of King Tirus's guards, but Anton's personal life remained a mystery. Tyson had said Anton held the record for longest time in the spirit forest, but that implied Anton had an actual life before me.

To say Anton was attractive was an insult; he was far more than that. His build was no different than Tyson's, but the power and strength that coursed through Anton's veins was unmatchable.

He never failed to look crisp and pristine in the leather and black attire he had associated as his guard uniform. His dark black hair was always trimmed and maintained; complementing his face perfectly. And just like every other Fey, Anton's eyes were as blue as Nadia's clearest skies.

Eyes were the most intimidating thing about the Fey; their intensity could cripple any unprepared soul.

Rumor around Usue was Anton broke dozens of hearts in the past, and I believed them. Anton was too composed and established for something as sweet and wild as love. Jezebelle was a clear example that Anton had a zero tolerance policy in the attachment department.

With centuries of life's experiences under his belt, I never understood how someone as handsome and sought after as Anton could sign their life away to become my life's babysitter.

I shook myself from my daze.

When I turned to Anton, he was staring at me with his arms folded across his chest; waiting for something.

"What?" I questioned.

"If trying to keep you focused before wasn't hard enough," Anton huffed, "Now I have to deal with you daydreaming?"

"I wasn't daydreaming," I lied.

I was glad Anton didn't have mind reading abilities or else he would've known I was thinking about him. I never looked at Anton as anything other than my knight. He had lived too many years and experienced too much life, for me to turn a blind eye towards. Along with Tyson and a handful of others, Anton was considered the second wind of the Fey's dynasty; King Tirus and Queen Lessonia being the reigning originals.

Daydreaming about Anton would imply I had actual feelings for him, and that, I was certain, I did not.

I focused on the wall over his shoulder.

"Poppy, will you pay attention?" Anton growled.

I placed my hands on my hips. "Why are you still in here?" I whined; irritated he was constantly hovering over me.

Even if Anton was an option, there was no way I would've been able to look past his arrogance and strict relationship with formality, to find him attractive.

"You're dining alone." Anton moved towards the door and eyed me harshly. "Do not shift. Don't call upon the skies, don't manipulate Nadia's elements." He spoke aggressively, and then he paused and glared at me. "And don't you dare leave this room."

I heard his threat; Anton was very good at making his subliminal messages clear. What he really meant to say was for me not to sneak off and secretly meet Deanamo.

I rolled my eyes and bit back the smart remark burning in my throat. The moment he closed the door, I tried the window.

Leave it to Anton to get me the only room with a sealed window, I pouted and plopped, stomach flat onto the bed. Seeing no way around being trapped, I closed my eyes and let the memories of all that Nadia revealed, fill my head.

****

It took three days for Rivong's shores to become visible. While the rest of the passengers slept, I crept out of my cabin and onto the deck. It was almost dawn. Much of the deck was still clothed in mist, but I couldn't resist the urge to have the first glimpse of Rivong.

The deck hands were busy readying the ship for arrival.

I moved to the front of the vessel and leaned my elbows on the railings.

My anxiousness was too much to bear; I had to see Rivong. Bringing my hands together, I turned my eyes towards the sky and called upon Nadia.

As the clouds parted and a string of light sprinkled the land in the distance, my eyes watered at the beauty it revealed.

"Rivong," I sighed.

The great mountains surrounded by lush green forest, took my breath away. I was sure I saw more trees in one glimpse, than all of Usue's eastern valleys possessed.

I looked up to the heavens and whispered my gratitude.

"You'll have to stop doing that."

Anton's voice was soft as he crept up from behind me.

"It was worth it," I muttered, not bothering to turn and face him. "Have you ever seen anything so magnificent?"

Anton stood next to me; he was staring out, into the darkness.

I spared him a side glance.

His expression was tense, as if he wanted to say something; like he was struggling to find the right words to say.

"Aren't you glad we're going to be on land again?" I asked, hoping to help him relax.

Anton's breathing was deep and labored.

"Ant, is something wrong?" I raised my brow, but it seemed my voice only made his mood worse.

He turned to me, his eyes studying me with an intensity that was frightening.

"Poppy, there's something I have to tell you," he said in a voice that was low and strained.

I had never heard Anton speak so desperately. His odd behavior, plus the dark and gloomy setting of dawn arriving, made the hairs on my arms rise.

"Has Nadia come to you?" I panicked.

"This is not about Nadia," Anton whispered. "For years, I have tried to show you-"

"Land ho!" the Captain yelled.

Instantly, my eyes searched for Rivong. We had gotten closer. Rivong's green fortress was immensely grandeur up close.

I sighed in contempt. "Those are the most beautiful trees I've ever seen. Don't you agree, Ant?"

Glancing to my left to examine Anton's reaction, I found only empty space beside me. I searched the deck, but there was no sign Anton had ever been present. Had I not spoken to him, I would've believed the exchange was only a figment of my imagination.

I shrugged and focused my thoughts on the beauty of Rivong and the charming prince that challenged me to fall in love with the land. Deanamo's admiration of his kingdom was easy to understand. Being the daughter of Nadia, I found loving her blessings to be the simplest part of living.

My heart skipped beats as the ship moved closer towards land. All I had ever known was Usue. In a single glance, I felt as if Rivong and I had always been one. The feeling was exciting. I was drawn to the land.

Once the vessel dropped its anchor, the sun was at its peak, revealing every part of Rivong's natural glory. Even if Rivong had been a disappointment, I was thrilled to have traveled out of Usue. The journey by sea was very enjoyable. Since Jezebelle couldn't stomach the rocking of the ship, she spent the entire journey inside her cabin, allowing me to roam the vessel without her darkening my mood.

I trailed Anton down the bridge.

"Lady Poppiena," Deanamo spoke as he rushed towards us.

The sound of horses distracted me, and I lost my footing. I tripped and would've fallen onto the planked bridge, had it not been for Deanamo's quick reaction.

"Are you alright?" he muttered, his eye frantically studying my face.

"Horses," I grunted, looking over his shoulder and seeing two large carriages, each tied to four large stallions.

"You've never seen a horse?" Deanamo raised his brow.

"I have, it's just that one is very loud," I coughed, trying to hide my embarrassment at being startled.

Deanamo chuckled.

"That's not funny," I poked him playfully in the chest.

"Poppy," Anton spoke, his voice scolding as he held his hand out towards me.

I stared at Deanamo, moving my eyes from him to Jezebelle, signaling that he was to escort Jezebelle to the castle.

"Right," Deanamo's expression held amusement.

I glared at him, but it only made his grin wider.

Anton pulled me away, and we waited for Deanamo and Jezebelle to enter the first carriage. Once they had, Anton motioned for Raymond and Ply to enter the second carriage, and then waved them off.

As Fey, we never used other forms of animals as transportation unless it was completely unavoidable. I had ridden a horse before, but that was only as a young girl; when my shifting abilities were not yet known.

Anton gave me the cue to shift and I obeyed.

We followed the carriages as they rode deep into the forest; Anton trailing on the ground, while I flew ahead, having the advantage of aerial view at my disposal. When the drawbridge came into view, Anton pushed through to me.

Return to full state, try not to be seen.

I shifted behind a perfectly trimmed bush sculpture.

The first thing I noticed about the people of Rivong was how different they were from the people of Usue. Rivongians were darker skinned with long, thick wavy hair. As opposed to Usuean natives, who were tall, lean and predominantly blue eyed with golden thread like hair. It seemed of all of Usue, only Anton and I didn't fit the mold.

Rivong's court was everything I felt it should've been. It was a forest palace. Vines and moss covered the walls, hugging the castle in a blanket of green. I was surprised to find that the exterior's natural beauty differed greatly from the interior décor.

The marble floors and gold lined borders of the walls were nothing short of riches and royalty. I smiled as the occasional touches of Nadia popped up around the palace. It displayed how well Rivong embraced spring and honored Nadia for her blessings.

Our group of three, plus Anton's selected guards, Raymond and Ply, followed behind a pair of Rivong's escorts; leading us to the throne room to meet King Paleo.

With every step I took, my pulse quickened.

I glanced at Anton.

"I'm nervous," I whispered, slowing my pace to let Jezebelle and the guards continue.

"You're the daughter of Nadia," Anton spoke softly. "While there are those who are too proud to admit it, you're practically the most powerful being in existence... have confidence in that."

I stopped my pursuit of the throne room; Anton's words had taken me by surprise. "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Am I really that cold?" Anton brushed past me and continued with the others.

Worse, I thought, putting my feet back into motion.

Rivong's throne room was enchanting. The King and Queen weren't anything special, but the throne demanded attention.

It was an actual tree's trunk.

How the builders managed to orchestrate the thrones being carved into the wood, shocked me.

"Princess Jezebelle and Princess Poppiena Moabe of Usue," Rivong's herald announced.

"Just breathe, just breathe," I chanted under my breath as I stepped in sync with Jezebelle. She dropped in a respectful bow, and I followed suit.

"Rivong welcomes Usue's daughters," King Paleo spoke firmly, but his voice was nowhere near my father's intimidating speaking tone.

"Thank you, your majesty," Jezebelle and I replied in unison.

"Lady Poppiena, you've blossomed," King Paleo raised his chin.

Unsure of how to respond, I ignored his dismissal of Jezebelle and swallowed down the acid retort I desperately wanted to spit out.

Nodding my head, I turned towards Queen Kappa. "On behalf of Usue, may I offer our sincerest congratulations to Rivong's future child." I smiled politely, allowing myself a quick glance at Deanamo. The smirk playing on his lips made it obvious that he was well entertained.

Silence ensued as I waited for Queen Kappa to respond, but King Paleo spoke instead.

"There will be a feast in your honor this evening," he paused and I knew he expected some sort of compliment.

"Thank you. You're too kind, your majesty," Jezebelle answered.

Jezebelle's gratitude had fallen on deaf ears; King Paleo had barely glanced her way.

"Lady Poppiena, my son will act as your escort during your stay," King Paleo gestured to the guards behind us. "I'll leave you and your sister to recover from your journey."

The urge to roll my eyes was too great, but for the sake of my homeland's reputation, I refrained from indulging myself. King Paleo had proven himself to be just as haughty as the advisors on Usue's court. How someone as genuinely sweet as Deanamo ended up as his son, was beyond me.

I turned to follow Jezebelle out.

"Lady Poppiena," King Paleo spoke, "Stay, I'd like to discuss a few things with you."

My eyes shot to Jezebelle for her interference, but she only glared at me and left the room.

Some liaison you are, I mentally shot invisible daggers at her back.

Looking around the room, I noticed that everyone had cleared out, except for the Queen.

A nervous breath left my body.

Movement to my left offered me a bit of relief.

"Your guard is dismissed as well," King Paleo gestured towards Anton.

"I mean no offense, your majesty, but Sir Anton stays." I squared my shoulders and raised my chin. "He has taken the oath."

"This is your knight?" King Paleo chuckled, his tone insulting.

I narrowed my eyes, "I assure you, Sir Anton is most worthy."

"Of course," King Paleo approached me and offered out his arm. "Walk with me then."

I felt frail under his examination. I glanced at Anton; he looked ready to rip the king's head off. "Your Majesty, Sir Anton's discretion-"

"You may trust your guard, but I don't."

King Paleo's tone didn't scare me. What had made me apprehensive about being alone with him was the deep crimson shade of his alamo.

After giving Anton one last cautious look, I carefully placed my hand on the king's arm and allowed him to lead us towards the other side of the room.

"Your presence in my kingdom has caused my people to think the worst," King Paleo spoke.

"The people of Rivong need not fear me," I replied, giving him the answer Jezebelle would've advised me to; instead of the sarcastic one I itched to deliver. "I come here in search of knowledge. Nadia is all that is life, as her daughter, I am entitled to her blessings."

"Rivong is my kingdom!"

King Paleo dropped my hand and took a defensive stance.

Footsteps moved in our direction. Knowing it was Anton; I held my hand up and gave him a look that ordered him not to come any closer.

"You know that is not true," I challenged. "It's because of Nadia's grace and mercy that you have been given a position of power over Rivong. Your purpose is to lead and keep order, not to flaunt that power around, trying to intimidate others."

King Paleo took a step closer to me. "Here I thought Tirus had coddled you into a proper little princess."

"I'm sorry to disappoint."

"No," he seemed amused, "You're exactly what my son needs in a wife."

The conversation had turned down a completely different path.

I reprocessed the king's statement, thinking I had heard him wrong. Glancing at Queen Kappa, I noticed that she was oblivious to what was happening around her. Her eyes were turned towards the floor, and she looked to be spiritually disconnected from her body.

Shaking myself back into attention, I spoke. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to understand-"

"My son has no backbone. Deanamo cannot rule Rivong, he doesn't deserve Rivong. As Nadia's offspring, I'm sure no one understands the value of duty and obligation better than you."

I couldn't believe my ears. It was insulting to hear King Paleo speak easily about committing treason.

Shifting my weight to lean against the pillar next to me, I contemplated physically harming the tactless buffoon Rivong had for a King.

"Looks like you've taken it upon yourself to play matchmaker," I folded my arms across my chest. It would have only taken a flick of my wrist, and the chair he called a throne would've come flying across the room.

"A king must do what is best for his kingdom," King Paleo answered, his voice held no remorse.

"How lucky the Rivong are to have a king so compassionate," I mocked and straightened to my full height. "Let me make something clear, your majesty. I am not a pawn in your game of royalty chess. Your son has nothing but pride for his future kingdom, and yet you stand here and insult him by proposing a union that is not only impossible, but against common laws."

"Nothing is impossible, my dear," he chuckled, "All I need is majority rule from the Guild-"

"You'll never get it."

"I have my ways, make no doubt of that."

King Paleo's alamo held a dark gleam that caused me to step back in disgust. He was dancing a thin line between horrifying madness and pure evil.

"I'll take my leave," I informed, nodding at Anton to signal the meeting was over.

Walking as fast as my feet could move, I rushed towards the hall.

"What was that about?" Anton grabbed my elbow, stalling me.

It wasn't till I felt his touch that I realized I was trembling. I exhaled deeply, trying to relieve my nerves.

"There's something very wrong with the king," I whispered.

"What did he say?" Anton growled.

Anton's voice was demanding, it startled me.

I pointed to my designated chambers and waited for him to finish his duties. Once we were in the privacy of my room, I told him everything.

"King Paleo said he wants me to marry his son. He said he had a way of making sure the Guild will agree to the union."

"That's blasphemy!" Anton shouted. "Send a courier to your father, King Paleo is to be removed from his position for speaking-"

"Calm down, Ant." I held my hands up to pacify his sudden rage; he seemed more worked up than I was. "This is exactly why we're here," I gestured aggressively in the air. "There's obviously something very wrong with the king. Oh, and did you see how the Queen's expression remained blank the entire time?"

"You're not marrying the prince."

Anton stomped back and forth.

"Stop pacing and focus. Of course, the Fey don't marry, but that's not the point. The king was confident he could achieve what you and I both know is impossible."

I tossed my cloak on the bed, "Eighteen years ago, the Guild of Order met and agreed I'm never to become attached to any man. How can King Paleo be so confident that he can make me marry his son?"

I waited for Anton's response, but he looked consumed by his thoughts.

"Anton," I called out, yet he said nothing.

"Anton!"

"You're not marrying the prince," he answered, his tone filled with absolute certainty.

Without another word, Anton left the room.

I stared at the closed door, baffled by his reaction.

Replaying every word and gesture King Paleo had made during our exchange, nothing about it seemed unusual; it was how any arrogant king would have behaved. The one thing that I couldn't overlook was Queen Kappa's lack of presence; she was unresponsive and emotionless.

A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. If it were Anton or Jezebelle, neither of them would've knocked, so I opened the door with caution.

Ply stood in the doorway, but I could see he was blocking someone.

"Princess, you have a visitor," Ply announced and stepped to the side, revealing a teenage Rivongian girl.

"I beg your pardon, your highness," the girl bowed, "I've been appointed by his majesty, to service you."

The girl looked terrified as she awaited my instruction.

"Thank you, miss..."

"Rita" she muttered.

I smiled appreciatively. "Thank you Rita, but I'll not have you trouble yourself. I can see you're uncomfortable-"

"I beg your pardon, your highness," Rita whispered, "I'm only nervous, but I assure you I'm not scared. I volunteered."

I couldn't help the shock that covered my face. The girl looked only sixteen, yet in an instant her alamo flooded with confidence.

"You volunteered?" I repeated, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Others hide in fear of being in the same room as you, but I am in awe."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm honored to serve the Chosen One," Rita bowed.

I approached her. Not knowing how else to offer my approval, I held out my hand.

"Well, I'm never one to deny another an honor," I smirked.

Rita shook my hand and squeezed it. Her expression was filled with excitement.

"I don't suppose you can start with my gown for this evening," I gestured towards my untouched trunks stacked in the corner.

Rita nodded enthusiastically. "I'll call for your bath."

****

It took some time to convince Rita that I was capable of bathing myself. When I emerged from the washroom, I stopped mid-step. Rita had unpacked all my trunks, and was positioned on her knees. In front of her was a dress figure, clothed in one of the gowns I had brought from Usue. Only, the floral silk gown I traveled with wasn't cut down the bodice and sides. Rita had altered the gown, sewing nude mesh between the gaps.

"I hope you don't mind," she rose. "There's no denying the gown's original beauty, I just thought you might finding it fitting to add a bit of Rivong to it."

She looked remorseful.

I examined the gown's additions, "No, thank you, I couldn't agree more. But don't you think it will cause offense?" I touched the added mesh; it left so mush skin visible.

"You've seen the Rivong, modesty isn't our strong suit," Rita laughed.

She removed the gown from its display and then nodded her head at me.

I assumed she wanted me to drop my robe.

"Really, Rita, I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself," I clung to my robe for dear life, but still Rita approached me with a purposeful look in her eyes.

"I'll hear none of that."

She pulled the tie of my robe. In an instant, I stood in the middle of the room, desperately trying to conceal my naked body with my hands.

"I don't know why you're so bashful," Rita giggled while fastening an odd undergarment to my body, "You're the envy of anyone with eyes."

It was hard to believe the girl that dressed me was the same one that had entered my chambers not too long ago. It seemed Rita's confidence had blossomed within moments of my approval of her being my maid.

I took a step towards the mirror.

"Oh no, let's save the big reveal for once your hair is done." She pushed me onto a stool and studied my hair. "I'm almost afraid to touch it, it's so lovely."

I smiled. Never had anyone fussed over my appearance before. It felt nice to have Rita's attentions on me, it made me feel normal.

"We haven't a moment to lose, that handsome guard of yours will return soon, and I'm certain his heart will stop once he sees you."

"Rita," I scolded.

She smirked, "My apologies."

I flinched as she braided the crown of my hair. Rita hummed while she worked, but her face held curiosity.

"What is it?" I asked.

"If I may, the rumors are that he has taken the oath. What exactly happens when one takes the oath?"

"Fey tradition says, once the oath is spoken, a bond is created connecting knight to charge. Sort of like an invisible rope has been tied, uniting us for life," I shrugged.

Rita sighed, "How romantic." Her hands grasped my shoulders. "I wish I could tie a handsome knight to me."

"It's not like that," I giggled at how light and fluffy her alamo was. "Sir Anton is my protector, that's all."

"But why wouldn't it be more?" she asked as she sprayed my neck with perfume. "The man has promised to protect you with his life. What is more honorable and trustworthy than a man who will always, only think of you?"

"The oath was taken before I was born; Anton didn't know me."

I stood and examined myself in the mirror. I couldn't remember the last time I had worn a dress and felt beautiful in it. Rita had done wonders to my appearance; first with the altered dress and then with the intricately braided hair style. I didn't recognize the girl staring back at me.

"Did I do well?"

"Yes," I sighed, "You did very well."

I heard the door open. It could only have been one of two people.

Rita looked at me, her eyes questioning my panicked expression.

I contemplated fleeing. A part of me wanted to hide the pretty girl Rita had created. Before I could plan my escape, Anton walked into the dressing room.

Rita was wrong about whose heart would stop when Anton arrived.

Anton was dressed in his finest.

My body numbed at the image of perfect male beauty he displayed.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

All that I had felt, sobered up the moment I met his eyes.

Anton glared at me. The way his jaw was clenched and the fact that his fists were balled made me self-conscious about my appearance. He clearly didn't approve of the altered gown. The darkness surrounded him like a cloud of smoke; he was angry.

I brought my hands up and covered my exposed chest.

"I think there's still time for me to change," I muttered. "It's just we aren't in Usue anymore and being that the Rivong-"

"The dress is fine," Anton grunted, "Let's go."

As I passed Rita, I gave her a look that proved my point about the formality of the relationship I had with Anton. The moment Anton and I stepped into the hall, he began reciting his usual list of orders.

"Don't forget to check your food," he instructed. "I'll be on the west wing of the head table if you should need me." He continued reiterating his reminders.

The Rivongian guards opened the doors to the grand hall as we approached. I took a deep breath and moved to enter the hall, but Anton's hand at the small of my back stopped me.

I jerked; straightening my posture.

"One more thing," Anton whispered, leaning down, close to my ear. "You're beautiful."

I turned my head to get a look at his face, but all I saw was the side of his cheek. Anton didn't look at me, but I swore he had inhaled my perfume.

In an instant he left, and I was all alone, next to the herald.

I watched Anton take his place beside the head table. Nothing about him was out of place. He stood there, poised and stoic as always; ready to defend my honor. He was Anton, my knight and nothing more.

Having sat through Rivong's idea of a feast, I realized I had been too harsh in my judgment of Usue's celebrations.

King Paleo had spoken to his people like they were supposed to be grateful they were invited. His mannerisms and choice of words, fished for compliments, which I noticed he ignored when they were given.

My father was nothing like King Paleo. Although, King Tirus was a monster of a tyrant when it came to matters of kingdom business, he never idolized himself, neither of my parents did. Usue's king and queen always embraced Usue's citizens with warm welcoming arms, celebrating the kingdom's traditions as a community.

King Paleo had opened my eyes to how ruling differentiated among kingdoms.

"Rivong welcomes the daughters of Usue, as our honored guests." King Paleo raised his glass and drank.

I grabbed my glass and casually swiped my hand over its brim. I expected the berry sense, but what I couldn't understand was the citrus tang that called out to me. Out of instinct, I turned towards Anton. He looked to have been watching me the whole time.

What? He mouthed.

I didn't have an answer.

The added citrus seemed odd in a berry wine, but I couldn't ignore the possibility that Rivong brewed their wine differently. I shrugged and decided to play it safe by pretending to drink the wine. I lifted the glass but paused as an unknown man knelt near my chair.

"Excuse the intrusion, your highness," he whispered, "But the wine has already been tested; I would know, I'm the taster."

The embarrassment of being caught flushed over me.

Anton left his post and approached us.

I raised my hand and smiled so he would know everything was fine.

"I meant no offense; it's just in Usue, we don't add citrus-"

"It's a bitter balance to the sweetness of Rivong's berries," the man smiled and nodded his head.

"Well then from one tester to another, thank you for the intrusion."

I sipped the wine and watched the unknown gentleman leave. Our short conversation was pleasant; he seemed genuinely concerned and interested in my opinion. Not many people behaved that way towards me. Rivong had given me two individuals who seemed unaffected by my presence.

"What have you done to that dress?" Jezebelle's inquest pulled me from my thoughts.

"Made it Rivong worthy," I wiggled my brows and grinned.

I reached over and swiped my hand over her plate, only to receive a quick slap on the wrist in return.

"Fine, if you die, don't you dare blame it on me once you reach Hector's gates," I retorted while stabbing a forkful of my greens and shoving them in my mouth.

"What did the king say to you?" Jezebelle asked. Her directness made me choke on my food.

"You could have helped me out by insisting on staying."

"Oh, don't be petty. He's our host and more importantly the king. It's not our place to deny him something as simple as an audience."

Jezebelle smiled, but the curtness of her tone made it obvious her expression was just for show.

"He wanted to welcome us to Rivong and point out that his people are apprehensive about my presence. Nothing I didn't expect," I lied.

There was no way I was going to tell Jezebelle the truth. Regardless of our familial ties, Nadia made it clear that only Anton was to be trusted. Plus, Jezebelle was the type of person who would put her kingdom first. In her eyes, no one, not even her own kin, was above the law.

"I suggest you heed his warning. I'd like to return home in one piece," She turned away from me, effectively ending our conversation.

Following supper, the dance floor was opened. I watched for a bit, but I had no interest in participating. My mind was far too occupied.

I stood and signaled for Anton to remain where he was positioned. Having been stuck indoors since the ship docked, my body ached to feel Nadia's fresh air. Throughout supper, the balcony had been a taunting figure of freedom.

The relief that swept over me, once the wet spring air touched my skin, was baptismal; I felt at peace. I leaned against the balcony's post, and looked out, over the moonlit forest the Rivong were so blessed to call home. Everywhere my eyes fell was beautiful, mythical even.

"Fallen in love yet?"

Deanamo's voice was soft as he brushed past me.

I didn't move. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I had dove headfirst in love with his future kingdom.

"I'm not one to believe in love at first sight," I chuckled, focusing my gaze on the river below.

"I happen to be an avid believer in the concept." He leaned his forearms on the railing. His body was facing out, towards the forest, but the burning sensation on the side of my face made me aware he wasn't staring at the trees.

I swallowed away my nervous energy,

A group of girls across the river, caught my attention. They were all staring and smiling in our direction.

"Friends of yours?" I muttered, trying to keep my voice flat.

The sound of Deanamo laughing took me by surprise. I allowed myself to look at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Please tell me that's your attempt at masking jealousy," he smirked.

"I'm not jealous." I cringed; regretting how quickly I had replied.

"I can't tell you how incredibly happy I'd be if you were. It would give me a bit of hope that you feel something for me, however small it may be."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to your bluntness," I answered, grateful that the balcony was unlit, it hid the fact that I was blushing. I glared at him, and playfully poked him in the shoulder. Deanamo surprised me as he seized my finger and intertwined the rest of his with mine.

"Tell me, what does my alamo reveal?"

"I'm not telling."

"Oh, come on," he pleaded. "If you don't, I'll have to revert to being forward and I don't think your cheeks can turn any more red."

I gasped. My hands flew up, to cover my face.

Deanamo chuckled, and his hands grasped my waist. He moved us towards the center of the balcony, where the music playing inside could be heard perfectly.

I placed one hand in his and the other on his shoulder, but I remained silent; too afraid that my face would betray me.

"I'm waiting," Deanamo smacked his lips.

I shut my eyes and pressed my lips together, he was persistent in his attack on me.

"I may not be able to see your alamo, but I think I've found my way to understanding your emotions." He gently tapped the side of my face.

I jerked away from him, but the hand he had around my waist, tightened.

"Your alamo reveals you're a fool," I narrowed my eyes at him.

His face turned contemplative, and then he smiled as a silent chuckle took over him.

"What sort of fool?"

"A foolish one," I snorted, appalled by his audacity to behave so forwardly.

The expression Deanamo held was one I had never seen on anyone. He looked at me as if nothing else existed. He made me feel like I held his world in the circles of my eyes; like his life depended on me. It wasn't because I was the Chosen One, but something deeper.

"Poppy, will you always look at me?" he asked in a serious tone.

Self-consciously I released his gaze and dropped my chin. Deanamo's fingers gently stopped my retreat, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Your eyes hold so much strength. I feel as if they have traveled the depths of my soul, grasping it and cradling it towards its true keeper."

Deanamo's face was only a breath's distance from mine. Unknowingly, I squeezed his arm as a way to keep my balance.

"Well, technically your alamo reveals that quite clearly-"

"Don't try and joke your way out of this," Deanamo smirked.

"What exactly am I trying to weasel out of?" I bit my lip, it was my first real attempt at flirting.

Deanamo leaned closer.

I stopped breathing. The way his gaze dropped to my lips had set my face on fire. I could only wait in anticipation of the unknown.

But his lips never met mine.

I felt myself being shoved, and Deanamo being forcefully pulled away from me. I blinked in confusion, but the sight of Anton pinning Deanamo against the wall, had placed everything into perspective.

"Poppy. Inside. Now." Anton growled out every word.

"Anton, stop," I shrieked.

I didn't have time to think. My hands grasped the energy around me and the vine, wrapped around the balcony's pillar, circled around Anton's wrists. I knew mere vines would never hold Anton's strength, but it did the job of separating him for Deanamo.

"Stop it, nothing happened."

"Lord Deanamo, do you need to be reminded of the common laws?" Anton's jaw locked and his fists were balled; ready to make contact with Deanamo's face.

"I do not. Do you need to be reminded who you're speaking to?" Deanamo replied forcefully.

"You're not my prince," Anton retorted, moving to close the distance between him and Deanamo.

I realized something had to be done, before me and Anton found ourselves thrown into the dungeons.

I jumped into Anton's path, my back pressed against Deanamo's chest, shielding him from Anton's attack.

"Well, I'm your princess and I am ordering you to fall back," I demanded, flinching as Anton's hand pulled back. I prepared myself for the hit, but there wasn't one. When I opened my eyes, I released the breath I had been holding. Anton had stopped himself from almost hitting me, but his inner turmoil was expressed vividly on his face. His breathing was deep and labored, but he did as I ordered, never once releasing the glare he held against Deanamo.

"You will not touch her again," Anton barked. "Royalty or not, common laws give me full authority to ensure Nadia's child remains pure."

His words flew out with the intensity of King Tirus's threats.

Anton reached out his hand and took hold of my wrist; his grip undoubtedly tight.

"I'm sorry," I softly said to Deanamo.

Anton yanked me inside. I ducked my head in shame as he dragged me out of the dining hall, all the way to my chambers.

He didn't say a word as he stood in my chamber's sitting room.

Luckily, Rita had been waiting for me. I disappeared into the dressing room with her. She looked terrified as she readied me for bed. I shook my head as a means to inform her Anton wasn't pleased.

Not wanting her to experience Anton's rage, I shooed Rita out of the room. Anton's anger wasn't something I wanted anyone to endure, but I had no way of avoiding what I knew I had set myself up to receive. By being so close to Deanamo, I had provoked Anton's anger, thus deserving whatever scolding he was ready to give me.

I walked cautiously towards him.

Anton's breathing had calmed, but his eyes held firm to their madness.

"Please, say something," I muttered while tugging at my hands.

"I'm only going to speak these words once," Anton said in a low snarl like tone. "If I catch you with him, in that sort of situation again, I will beat him till someone is able to stop me. And that goes for any other man who decides they're willing to test my limits."

If I didn't know Anton, I would've been shocked by the aggressiveness of his threat. But as it stood, I expected it. The many times Anton had used force against Tyson, was all the proof I needed to convince me he had spoken in earnest.

I nodded my head, hating that my resolve to remain brave had shattered. My eyes glossed over with unreleased tears as I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"Poppy, please don't cry," Anton's voice softened. "I didn't mean to behave so harshly, but I have responsibilities."

"I know," I sighed.

Anton swiped his hand towards my bedroom.

Shrinking in defeat, I obeyed his silent command.

"Sleep well," I heard him say, just before the door clicked shut.

****

The day following the feast, I was dressed and seated on the window ledge of my bedroom, long before the sun rose. I needed to shift, and with last night's balcony disaster still fresh in my mind, there was no way I was going to seek Anton's permission.

Thankfully unlike my tower in Usue, the suite I occupied in Rivong had windows that actually opened. I knew Raymond and Ply were standing guard outside, so I readied myself as quietly as I could manage.

I double checked my surroundings to make sure no one was around. With one last breath, I jumped from the ledge.

Soaring through Rivong's cool morning breeze reminded me of all the reasons my life had meaning. I had been born with a purpose, Rivong's forest gave me assurance that my future sacrifice would be worth something.

I brushed past hundreds of trees, raising to their tops and letting Rivong's springtime mist shower me. The sun peeked up from behind the mountains. I turned back towards the castle, adamant to reach my room before Anton arrived to check on me. Just as the ledge of my window came into view, an odd shaped building beside the palace, distracted me. I abandoned my thoughts of my chambers and flew towards the building.

It was triangular shaped, made of stones and coated with moss and leaves. Tiny windows covered its façade, and a questionable bridge connected the building to the castle.

As I landed on the bridge's rope handles, a familiar voice called out to me.

"It's a bit early for exploring."

I jerked my head towards the voice.

Standing at the door of the pointed building was the man who had approached me during the feast. I shifted into full form and landed gracefully on the bridge.

"What?" I asked, seeing the man's eyes widen.

"You, you just-"

I watched him point from me to the rope, and then back at me.

"You were a dove," he mumbled.

"I thought since you had called out, you knew it was me." I stared at him, a skeptic look painted on my face.

He nodded in what seemed like confusion, "I didn't expect you to do that."

After laughing at his bafflement, I pushed the door behind him open. "Is this your study?"

"Uh, yes," he answered, moving past me, his hands grabbing stray books and papers.

"Please don't," I stalled him, giggling at his attempt to put the place back into order. "I think it's quite cozy, although a bit large for just one person. Are you the only poisons' expert?"

"Yes, but the healers sometimes use the first level for mixing tonics."

I eyed the walls of books.

"Are you self-taught?"

"No, I have a master." He sounded caught off guard. "He's not here right now."

"I never had instruction," I replied, brushing off his jittery behavior and examining the wall lined with glass containers. "All I have are these," I wiggled my fingers in the air.

"I saw," he answered, removing a book from the shelf and flipping through it. He placed the book in front of me and pointed to a page. "This is a list of known citrus poisons; how they are brewed, how much it would take for for a dose to be leathal, and the antidote, if one exists."

I didn't recognize any of the poisons listed.

"This is embarrassing, but I haven't the faintest idea what a carbonate flower is," I shyly admitted.

"That would explain why you didn't recognize the citrus in the wine."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, feeling my face flush with heat. As the daughter of Nadia, I felt it was my duty to be knowledgeable about every product of her land. Seeing a list of fruits that I never heard of, made the reality of my ignorance sink in, deep.

I followed him as he moved to the other side of the room. He picked up a glass jar holding small ball-shaped fruits with their stems still attached. "These fruits are natives of Rivong; we call them carbonate, and these are carbonate flowers." He pointed to the small red buds hanging from the stems.

I quoted the book in my hands. "The fruit is used to balance sweetness, but the flowers are used to conjure a poison whose dosage is capable of destroying one's organs in under a minute,"

"I'd say a bittersweet pairing, but the carbonate flowers are just downright bitter," he smirked.

"What is your name?"

"Mica," he bowed. "It's an honor to meet you, your grace."

"Will you teach me what you know?" I asked, realizing I needed to expand my knowledge. Mica seemed to have an abundance of that.

He sighed, and then looked at me as if he was weighing his options.

"You can say no, I understand the scrutiny that comes with me being who I am-"

"It's not that. It's just, why would you want to waste time learning about all this when you can fly miles above us all and enjoy the view?"

"The more plants and flowers I know, the better I'll be at protecting myself. It's no secret of what I am destined for, but I have to be alive to fulfill that destiny," I shrugged, an attempt to keep the dark subject light.

"Valid point," Mica nodded. "But who would want to kill you?"

"That question goes into the box of unanswered questions regarding my destiny." I held my hand out to him. "So you'll teach me?"

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this," he scoffed while shaking my hand.

"Oh don't pout, I'll show you a few tricks of my own," I grinned and opened the door to leave.

"Like how to turn into a bird?" Mica gave me a sly look. His eyes moved from my face to the forest ground below. "I take it that belongs to you?"

He pointed to a blue eyed white wolf staring up at us.

"That would be my cue to leave."

I shifted and flew towards Anton, bracing myself for another episode of his harsh scolding. The only thing worse than being verbally scolded by Anton, was being telepathically chided. Being that no one else was able to hear, I was left wide open to Anton's full wrath.

I've been up and down this forest looking for you, Anton's voice invaded my head.

I'll leave a note next time, I answered while flying in place a few feet above his head.

There will be no next time; you won't shift again without my permission.

If I could've rolled my eyes in Fey state, I would have done it then.

Will you really deny me that freedom? I dropped my flight to bring myself to eye level with him. You take that away from me, and my mind will explode.

How can I protect you, if I don't know where you are? Anton jerked his head left and right, trying to move around my invasion of his personal space.

I'll tell you next time, I promise.

You could've at least had the decency to dress properly. He gestured towards the forest. You're in your nightgown; that's not-

The women of Rivong wear a lot less than what I'm wearing. I mentally retorted, cutting in front of him, and then hovering near his face.

I don't care about Rivong women.

Anton jumped off his hind legs, but I was quicker than he was, and I flew from his reach.

No more frolicking in your nightgown, he ordered, a low growl escaping him.

I gave him a nod of understanding, and then I took off. Even telepathically, Anton conveyed his demands harshly.

Who were you speaking with? he asked.

I glanced down at Anton and saw he had picked up speed.

Mica, Rivong's poisons expert. He's going to teach me all that he knows.

Sensing that Anton's sour mood had pacified, I soared higher.

Is that why you think Nadia sent you here?

No, I think there's more about the king that I'm missing. I searched the forest ground for Anton's white coat, but I couldn't find him. Where are you?

Keep flying north, Anton communicated. His voice was faint, alerting me that he was farther away than I had assumed.

Rising to clear the trees, I flew north, keeping watch for any sign of him.

Look east, Anton pushed through to me.

I twisted my head to the east.

How did you know how to get there? I flapped my wings, flying towards the cliff Anton was observing me from.

I wasn't exaggerating when I said I searched the forest.

He was seated near the edge. His thick white coat stuck out against the dark green lush of the grass covered cliff.

I balanced myself on his shoulder, and we stayed there, drinking in the valley below as if the world around us had frozen. It was just Anton and I, with no destiny to taint the moment.

KING PALEO

You must tie her to Rivong, the sorcerer's voice rang through my entire body.

I grasped the arms of my chair, enduring the pain of her mental invasion. It was only the third conversation I had with the unknown force, but after the first two, I knew I had no other choice but to allow her full control over my mind.

Without warning, the sorcerer had taken my wife's soul. Her justification was that my debt was being called on, and Kappa's soul was her collateral. The favor in question was the agreement I had made with her twenty-five years ago. I had agreed to be in her debt if she gave me Rivong. I didn't know the specifics of her willingness to cater to my request. All I knew was I wanted to be king and making a deal with a witch seemed like the only way I would take the throne.

"The girl is clever. She answers to Nadia and defends her land like the protector she was born to be," I answered, shutting my eyes and letting the pain consume me.

I don't care what she's capable of. You will make her marry your son. She'll be bound to Rivong; never to return to Usue again.

"The Guild will never-"

I'll deal with the other kingdoms. Be resourceful, need I remind you what will happen if you fail? The voice was loud. My head shook uncontrollably.

"No" I stuttered. The thought of losing my wife and unborn child, had frightened me. Kappa had given me all her family's wealth and land, to campaign for the citizen's trust. I loved her more than my own life.

The Chosen One will set sail for the next kingdom in four days.

"Please release my wife, I'll do what you ask, just let her soul be free-"

You're in no position to bargain. Do as you are told, and your wife and unborn child will be returned.

I stared out the window, at the wolf and bird figures roaming the forest below. "But the princess's guard has taken the oath, he is by her side at all hours of the day," I replied, seeing no possible way to get around Sir Anton.

The oath isn't sealed. Approach the sister, she resents her twin. Use that in your favor.

The drawer of my desk rattled. I reached out and grasped the handle. Cautiously, I pulled the drawer open and found a vial inside.

Keep that safe, I have a feeling the jealous sister will be more than willing to aid you.

The amulet around my neck lost it glow and just like that the intruder was gone.

I tucked the pendant underneath my robe, where I kept it at all times. It held Kappa's soul; there was no other place I trusted to hold her safe.

The fate of my family depended on me getting Poppiena to marry Deanamo. From what I observed at the feast, they were half in love already. The only problem was her knight. He guarded her every move and he didn't hesitate to make his purpose clear when Deanamo had gotten too close.

I had to separate Poppiena from her knight, long enough to ensure Deanamo gained her heart. If I failed, my wife would never be returned, and Rivong would be stripped from me. Deanamo would never reign as king, and my unborn child would die in the womb.

Every time the sorcerer invaded my thoughts, she left my body trembling in her wake. I had no idea how I was going to get Usue's youngest daughter to marry my son, but if I wanted my life back, I needed to think of something and do so quickly.

All I had was Rivong and wealth that was worthless in Usue. There was nothing I could bargain King Tirus with; not that he would accept it even if I did possess something of value. Poppiena wasn't any ordinary girl; she was the daughter of the god most praised among the kingdoms. What I was attempting to do was undoubtedly impossible.

The sorcerer's idea of using Lady Jezebelle as an ally, sounded like suicide. Usue's eldest daughter was blessed with knowledge that outweighed all of Rivong's advisors combined. Resentment or not, there was no way she would serve in her own sister's downfall.

I didn't understand the sorcerer's methods, but I had no right to question her. Somehow I had to get Jezebelle to cooperate with me, my family's and kingdom's future depended on it.

I left my study and approached the breakfast room. After being informed that Lady Poppiena never took meals with anyone other than her knight, I saw my opportunity to speak with Jezebelle, alone.

My plan was to find out how much Jezebelle hated her sister. If her resentment weighed enough, I would then broach the subject of uniting Rivong and Usue.

I walked into the breakfast room where Jezebelle was sitting near Kappa. The blank stare on Kappa's face saddened me; making my attempt to convince Usue's eldest to partner with me, all the more important.

"Lady Jezebelle, will you join me for a moment?" I motioned her towards the breakfast room's balcony.

The way she held her head and her mannerisms, cued me into the depth of her arrogance. I didn't hold it against her. If I were the child of two Fey parents possessing powers that could wipe out the population, I would've behaved just the same.

"What can I do for you, your highness," Jezebelle said.

"How are you enjoying Rivong?" I asked, a bit nervous to broach my true reasons for calling her aside.

"Your kingdom is lovely. We thank you for your hospitality."

I threw caution to the wind and did what I had to do for my family. "I couldn't help but notice that your sister and her knight weren't at breakfast."

"Sir Anton doesn't allow Poppiena to eat with others unless it's a special occasion. I apologize if that has caused offense, but it's a protective measure," she spoke. Her words were careful and well thought out. I understood why she was so well praised when it came to her position in Usue's court.

"I wonder... how was Sir Anton's knighthood sealed?" I stared out into the forest. The sorcerer had said Anton's knighthood was not done properly, but I didn't have a clue what she meant.

"He pledged his service to my mother when it was revealed she was carrying both Poppiena and me."

"From what I understand, the oath should've been spoken aloud to Lady Poppiena, isn't that how the bond if formed?"

Next to me, Jezebelle stiffened. Her face faltered, and I knew at that moment, she was aware that Anton's knighthood wasn't legitimate. I had found my way to getting her to cooperate.

"What is it that you're getting at?" Jezebelle's tone altered; she was defensive.

I was never one to pass up on the opportunity to turn my leverage into bribery.

"As a member of Usue's court, shouldn't this have been brought before the Guild of Order?" I smirked. "Maybe I should bring this to the forefront myself-"

"No!" Jezebelle exclaimed. "No one knows except for me, even my parents are convinced. You clearly have alternative motives; speak them so this conversation can end."

"I want your sister to marry Deanamo and you're going to help me achieve this-"

"That's impossible; Poppiena is the daughter of a god, the most powerful one to be exact. Ask for something else."

"Then take Sir Anton out of the picture and I'll deal with the marriage, myself," I countered. Lady Jezebelle's arrogance was beginning to tick me off; I wanted to get straight to the point and be done with it.

"How do you expect me to do that?" her voice sounded optimistic.

"You're a woman, use your intuition," I scoffed.

"Is that the best you can offer me? Sir Anton follows my sister around diligently, and he isn't even bound to her. I'm going to need more than just my womanly ways to get him away from Poppiena, trust me I've tried."

"For the time being, just make it so that Deanamo gets time alone with her," I sighed, and then left Jezebelle on the balcony.

She was right about Anton's possessiveness of Poppiena. I saw firsthand as that possessiveness caused a scene during last night's dinner. With Jezebelle now on board, I needed to figure out how Deanamo was going to win Poppiena over, before her knight intervened. If I were able to pull it off, my wife would be returned. We would regain our normal lives, without any more debt to trouble us.

DEANAMO

All morning, I had paced my room. Every inch of my body coursed with nervous energy.

I dreamt about her again last night, just as I had every night since Raylon's opening games. Poppiena had unintentionally knocked my heart out of my chest; there was no way I could've defended myself.

For the past 25 years of my life, I had lived without worries or pressures. I roamed the kingdom, consumed by my personal hobbies; never once letting any woman enter my thoughts as anything more than someone to pass the time with.

Then Raylon happened, and all of that changed. My fall for Poppiena happened instantly. Never had I seen a woman so lovely and so sure of herself. She had entered Usue's ballroom, unaware of the fact that with one look, she had won my love.

Due to the depth of my feelings, I had spent the morning, actively trying to contain my anxiety. It was too early to call on Poppiena, but my need to see her kept me uneasy. Pacing was the only avenue I felt would assist in distracting me from going to her chambers, and proving to be the love sick fool I knew she saw me as.

Poppiena's knight was another reason for my hesitation. In all honesty, I didn't blame Anton for protecting her so aggressively. If I had been appointed Poppiena's protector, I would've chained her to my hip as assurance that no other man would touch her.

Even with her protector so diligent in his work, I couldn't convince myself to stay away. I was obsessively drawn to Poppiena, to the point where I ached to know everything about her. Even though Common Law forbade it, my heart refused to fear the law. I only needed time. If it were possible that Poppiena loved me even half as much as I love her, there was nothing I wasn't willing to do for her; even if that meant challenging the Guild.

Once I was calm enough to breathe steadily, I left my chambers, motivated to play the role of Poppiena's escort properly.

Her ability to see my alamo made me embarrassed to be in her presence. There was no doubt that my emotions presented me as completely besotted. The small bit of hope her blushing cheeks and flirtatious banter on the balcony provided me, was all I held as proof that she felt something for me.

Rounding the corner, I nearly hauled myself back as Anton's figure came into view. He was speaking to the two Usuean guards standing outside Poppiena's chambers. While Anton looked no different in size from me, I had heard rumors of his strength. From those stories and his aggressiveness on the balcony, I decided to tread lightly when it came to his rage. I didn't fear him. I was the born prince of Rivong, and Anton was only a servant of Usue's crown. Of course, he guarded the most important being in all the five kingdoms, but Rivong was my domain.

I wasn't foolish enough to believe I would be excluded from his wrath when it came to Poppiena's protection, so I decided to play it safe.

Cautiously, I approached Poppiena's suite.

"Sir Anton," I muttered, my shoulders squared as I greeted him.

"Lord Deanamo," he nodded, but said nothing more.

After last night's incident, the tension between us was still very hot.

I cleared my throat for no other reason except to break the awkward silence that had succumbed.

"I'm here to take Lady Poppiena to tour the kingdom."

Anton's eyes roamed my body, scrutinizing me from head to toe in what I assumed was disapproval.

"Wait here," he said, and then disappeared into Poppiena's chambers, shutting the door harshly behind him.

I stood in the hall feeling like a stranger in my castle. To distract myself, I adjusted my coat, dusting invisible lint from my lapels.

What I should have done instead of fidgeted, was mentally prepare myself for Poppiena's arrival. The moment she emerged from her suite, all coherent thought fled my mind. It struck me that even if I had braced myself for her appearance, there was no defense capable of standing against the attack her beauty ordered against one's ability to remain sane.

"Good morning," she spoke, her head dropped into a slight bow.

"I...uh," I mumbled; unable to form words. I had fully expected her to come out dressed in a gown she had brought from Usue, but what she wore was exactly the reason Rivong was the most exotic kingdom of them all.

"I hope you don't mind," she gestured to her dress. "My maid said this was a native piece, and I thought since we're touring the villages, I'd embrace the culture."

Her voice made me realize, I was gaping at her. I brought my hand up and manually shut my mouth, concealing my gesture with a slight cough.

The white dress she wore left her arms exposed, the slit down the front drew my eyes to the skin of her long perfectly sculpted leg. The gold belt fastened around her waist accentuated how small it was. I was sure my fingertips would touch if I circled them around her.

The hall seemed warmer as I searched my mind for something proper to say.

"We should start the tour," I mumbled, looking towards the ceiling; a silent plea to Nadia to strike me dead. I had barely spent a minute in Poppiena's presence and I had already proven to be a moron.

"Have you sent someone for my sister?" she asked.

"Lady Jezebelle is waiting outside."

I kept my face forward, but out of the corner of my eyes, I stole a glance at her. I instantly regretted it. What wasn't visible before because of the angle Poppiena had greeted me from, was that her dress left her entire back on display. I swallowed down the urge to reach out and touch her. Her skin looked soft as silk, and I was positive, it felt that way.

I leaned my head towards her ear, "My word Poppy, is it your life's purpose to drive the male population insane?"

"I beg your pardon?" she gaped at me.

"I am fighting myself to remain the proper gentleman, but you in that dress, is doing nothing to help my plight." I glanced over my shoulder to see if her guard had heard me, but Anton seemed far more interested in the marble floors. "Rivong's fashion complements your beauty very well."

Poppiena smirked, "Here I thought your silence meant I had caused offense. Please feel free to look at your leisure."

The evil grin that graced her lips could've brought any man to their knees. Had it not been for the guards around us, I was sure that was exactly where I would have been.

This is going to be a long day, I thought to myself.

Shrugging out of my coat, I handed it to my guard. What I had planned would be a simple tour of the eastern village, easily turned complicated.

I shook my head free of their wayward thoughts as I followed after the woman who now, with one dress, had completely altered the direction of my dreams.

****

The eastern village bustled with citizens tending to their work. I had chosen the region because it housed one of my greatest achievements; Rivong's largest scholar academy. The academy was built as the foundation of my campaign to make knowledge the center of Rivong's strength.

Rivong's fertile land produced fruits and plants that flourished the kingdom's economy. Trading the native agriculture, helped Rivong establish valuable connections with Falema and Dumai.

I learned from observation that strengthening my kingdom, started with education. By surrounding the eastern village with an abundance of knowledge, learning became accessible to anyone who wanted its power.

"This looks familiar," Poppiena smiled at me and then she pointed to the academy.

"It's the largest in Rivong; there are smaller sections in the other villages," I answered, holding out my arm and grinning foolishly when she took it without hesitation.

"I'll take the pride plastered on your face as your declaration of being an alumnus?"

My chest swelled.

"Actually, I had this academy built after I finished private lessons at the palace."

"Ah, the privileges of being royalty," she clicked her tongue.

Well aware of her sarcasm, I folded my arms across my chest and tried my best to glare at her. It was an impossible thing for me to carry out. Poppiena was far too lovely to look at; I couldn't hold my own against her even if I had dedicated every ounce of my will to it.

"I'll have you know, I poured my heart into my studies," I scoffed.

"Lucky you, I would've given a great deal for the opportunity of having private tutoring," she laughed and continued down the corridor of the academy's first floor.

"You mean to tell me, you were publically schooled?"

"Usue's great village is home to all Fey in existence and their offspring. We're trained, educated and forced to socialize with each other. There are certain aspects of life where being of royal blood demands specific honors and practices. But, for the most part, I was forced to endure school just like everyone else," she said.

Poppiena's eyes flicked towards two large doors.

I nodded, answering her silent request.

We entered the museum of Rivong's history.

Poppiena gazed at the sculptures of the former rulers. I found myself memorized by the look of curiosity in her eyes. She studied each figure closely. I anxiously stood in anticipation of the moment when she would reach mine.

I leaned against the column with the best view of her. She approached my marble figure, a small smile shown on her lips. I held my breath, not sure if she was purposely toying with me by studying my sculpture so diligently. When her hand rose, and her fingers grazed the hair of the figure's stone brow, I felt my insides tense. Her eyes never left the statue, but I was convinced that she was aware of the effect her attentive gestures had on me.

I glanced at the door, hoping her knight wouldn't interrupt us. When the tour had started, Jezebelle had clung herself to Anton's arm, unknowingly aiding me. I was able to show Poppiena the eastern village, without much of Anton's interference.

Poppiena's hand moved from the figure's brow to his cheek, and then in one tormenting move, her thumb found the middle of the figure's upper lip and dragged down to its lower one till it dropped to its chin.

Watching her examine my marble figure had made me appreciate my mother's insistence that I pose for its sculpting.

How I yearned for Poppiena's attentions to be directed at me. She was playing her womanly enchantments perfectly and like a fool, I didn't bother to protect myself from her attack. I wanted any offering of affection Poppiena was willing to give, even if it was subliminally directed at my marble likeness.

She turned and walked towards me. The grin on her face was pure arrogance. I knew it well; I held the same look when I had revealed her blushing cheeks.

"You've aged," she muttered.

"That was done when I was nineteen."

I licked my lips, remembering how easily she touched the marble figure's lips, questioning if she would allow me the same courtesy.

"Your hair is shorter now."

Poppiena lifted her hand to my face, stroking the very thing she had just commented on.

I wished I had closed the door to the museum. The voices from the hall were getting louder, signaling our privacy was over.

I took Poppiena's hand and led her towards the door. If we were caught in such an intimate state, there would surely be another forceful reaction from Anton. The last thing I wanted was for hundreds of years of Rivong's history to be destroyed because of her guard's overprotective nature.

"Will you join me for dinner, on a riverboat tomorrow night?" I asked Poppiena, trying to sound casual.

"As long as you intend on inviting Anton."

"You're teasing right?" I gasped.

"No," she shook her head. "Anton will not allow it otherwise-"

"Poppy, your knight gives me the death eye every time we make contact." My body shivered with uneasiness.

"He's quite harmless," she looked at me through her lashes, "Unless you're planning on kissing me again."

Her teasing effectively silenced me. My face burned with embarrassment.

Poppiena's fingers tightened around mine. "It wasn't an unwelcomed gesture." She winked at me and then took off down the path to join her sister and her knight.

My feet moved to catch up. Poppiena was a very modest flirt, but her angle was firm and effective. She never overstepped the boundaries of being a lady, yet she didn't bashfully hide herself. I appreciated her more for being a tease. It proved, that like every other woman, Poppiena had an innocence about her that yearned to discover the world.

"What is that place?" Poppiena pointed at a glass building.

I led her inside. "Welcome to Rivong's kingdom library."

Her eyes roamed the shelves of books. All I could do was stand back and let her take it all in. Something about her amazement made my heart swell with pride. The thought of Poppiena finding beauty in Rivong, gave me hopeful that one day she would want to make it her home and love it as wholeheartedly as I did.

"I've never seen so many in one place." Poppiena turned to me, her eyes were wide as she gestured around the room.

"Reading and instruction are the core of knowledge," I answered, taking her hand and guiding her up towards the second floor.

"Let me guess, this was your idea?" she ran her hands along the spines of the books along the way.

"There are very few things I enjoy more than Rivong."

"Well then, I think you've taken a fancy to the wrong princess," she answered.

Her eyes challenged me to contradict myself.

I knew better than to admit my defeat, at least verbally. I raised the hand I was holding and brought it to my lips. "It's not Lady Jezebelle who stole my heart, nor is it she who can send every kingdom into a riot as you did during Raylon. I'm undoubtedly sure, my affections are for you, and you alone."

Poppiena pulled her hand from my grasp, but before she turned from me, I got a glimpse of the blush that colored her cheeks. My ego shot through the roof; Poppiena wasn't the only one capable of a silencing tease.

"While reading was never my strong suit, I do love being read to," Poppiena muttered as she ascended the bookcase ladder.

"What genre do you prefer?"

I steadied the ladder, waiting as she seemed to be searching for a specific title.

"Up until I was about twelve, Anton used to read me mystery and adventure type novels. Once I started upper-level schooling, he refused to read me anything unrelated to my studies."

"Your knight read to you?" I questioned, unable to hide the shock in my voice. It was covered with a bit of jealousy, but mostly I was astonished.

I helped her down, and she handed me the book she had chosen.

"I told you he was harmless. You can read me some of that during tomorrow's dinner."

She patted me on the shoulder and then stepped away. I watched her snake her arm around Jezebelle; pulling her away from Anton. Before they descended the steps, Poppiena looked at me and then her eyes flicked towards Anton.

I knew what she wanted, but that didn't lessen my anxiety of having to ask Anton's permission. I heaved out a breath of frustration, and then plunged myself into the unknown.

POPPIENA

I nervously shifted from one foot to the other as I waited for Anton and Deanamo to come out of the library. It was horrible of me to have left Deanamo so vulnerable to Anton's unpredictable temper, but I needed to know Deanamo was willing to understand Anton. If he wasn't, there was no way we could get any further. Anton was bound to me for life. If Deanamo truly wanted what he never hesitated to admit, then he had to accept that Anton was going to be a mandatory part of my life.

"What are you up to?" Jezebelle questioned from the bench she had taken a rest on, her expression giving away her irritation.

"Nothing," I smiled, "Just enjoying the tour."

"I see you and Lord Deanamo are getting close," she muttered.

My eyes shot to her face. Jezebelle had voiced her opinion of my attentions on Deanamo very plainly, during our birthday feast. If she had a hunch that I had fallen for him, there was no doubt in my mind that she would end our trip and order our return to Usue.

Motioning for Ply and Raymond to give me and Jezebelle some privacy, I tried to fix my expression to cover up my shock.

"Don't look so guilty," she rolled her eyes. "I told you not to lead him on, but the mutual attraction between the both of you seems genuine."

My jaw dropped; Jezebelle had just said something that was completely out of character and most importantly, it sounded like she was supporting an idea that was against common law.

"What?" I stuttered.

She exhaled deeply, a look of boredom on her face. "Let me give you a little advice. Men like aggressive women who make their desires known. If you intend on securing Deanamo's affection, I suggest you become a more willing conquest... friendly banter can only get you so far."

I stared at Jezebelle's retreating figure; my mouth hung open as I gawked at her back. I always knew Jezebelle was a little loose headed when it came to her personal life, but that last bit of advice had gone completely off the books.

"What is it?"

Anton's voice caused me to jump.

I brought my hand to my chest to steady my freight. "How long have you been there?"

"I only just arrived, but if you want to make your first lesson with Mica we need to return to the palace now."

I looked around for Deanamo, but Anton had emerged from the library alone. I opened my mouth to ask, but he seemed to have suspected my curiosity.

"He had some business to attend to. Ray and Ply have taken Jezebelle back to the palace. Now let's go."

I bit my lip to hide how nervous I was to be alone with Anton, knowing Deanamo had asked him about tomorrow night's dinner.

"Thank you for directing the prince to seek my permission," Anton muttered.

I refused to look at him. My eyes wandered the trees surrounding us. It was an awkward conversation; I felt like a school girl whose father was giving her the talk about boys and boundaries.

"What did you say?" I asked, accepting Anton's assistance across the stones leading from one side of the river to the other.

"I agreed." He replied, letting my hand go. "Did you want me to say no?"

I shook my head a bit too vigorously, and my foot slipped. I shrieked as I braced myself to fall into the water.

Anton's arm rounded my belly, and I found myself being pulled against him with my back to his chest.

I tensed.

Aside from the handful of times I had hugged him and the moments he had cradled me as a child, never had I been so close to Anton. His alamo fogged around me, but it wasn't dark and gloomy as usual. This time, it was hazy, almost like he was confused. The pounding of his heart against my back, made me uncomfortable. I shrugged myself free from him.

"Remind me again why we didn't shift," I asked, putting my arms out to the sides to balance myself as I stepped onto the next rock.

"The natives are all over the forest tending to their daily duties, the shock might be too much for them to handle." Anton grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up to the embankment. When we were both on solid ground, he lightly pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger, gently forcing me to meet his eyes. "Don't make me regret allowing him near you."

It wasn't the first time Anton had resorted to physical action to make me to listen to him, but it was the first time he agreed to something I desperately wanted. I wondered what had inspired his change in attitude, especially after his aggressiveness the night before. My thoughts did not linger long. As long as Anton had agreed to let me have dinner with Deanamo, I was happy. Even if that meant he would be attending as well.

****

After introducing Anton to Mica, I settled into the chair across from my instructor. Anxious energy filled my veins; I wanted to know everything Mica knew. Learning about Nadia's blessings had energized me. Poisons was the only course I had excelled in during my lessons in Usue, but I was never interested then. I figured my boredom was because I knew more than what advisor Lang had to teach me. With Mica, it was different; his mind was advanced. I couldn't wait to be filled with his wisdom.

"I've placed before you every single one of Rivong's native plants. We'll cover the fruits tomorrow as there are many more fruits than there are plants. For the most part, every kingdom has access to the same plants, some more rare to come by than others depending on the climate." Mica instructed, folding his arms as he watched me examine every plant.

I sorted them into two piles. The ones I knew and the plants I had never seen before. The latter's pile only consisted of one plant.

"Very good, that makes today's lesson a short one," Mica smirked.

I glanced at Anton, who sat quietly next to me; he looked interested in what Mica and I were discussing. His behavior was what I considered, normal Anton behavior. Whenever it came to my studies, he was the first one to make sure I made it to my lessons on time, and that I had met my marks properly. Even Usue's king and queen didn't fuss over my studies as much as Anton did.

"This is a Sungthro plant. It happens to be the rarest plant in Rivong, but it flourishes wildly in Dumai," Mica spoke, holding the plant between his fingertips.

"What is it used for?" I asked hesitantly, noting the seriousness in his eyes.

"When dried and ground, the combination of the Sungthro with a few other extracts will produce a paste that is used on the ends of arrows to tranquilize the body."

I stiffened, "If consumed as a whole, is it deadly?"

"I've heard that if one is nicked by its thorns, they can become a bit drowsy for a short period, possibly even fall into hallucination."

I picked the plant up, just as Mica had.

He laughed, "I don't know how I should feel about the Chosen One being afraid of a Sungthro."

"Being the Chosen One doesn't make me invincible," I scoffed, "I'm still an 18 year old girl, ignorant to all things unrelated to Usue."

Mica quieted. I saw him open his mouth to speak, but when I met his eyes, he pretended to distract himself by turning the pages of his book.

"Spit it out," I ordered.

"It's nothing, really."

I studied him, and then I said exactly what everyone else asked when they met me.

"You're curious about how I'll die?"

"Poppy!" Anton scolded.

"No need to get uncomfortable now," I laughed. "That's what you want to know, isn't it?" I watched the emotions play on Mica's face. The one thing that stood out the most was how he didn't look like the people of Rivong. His face was dark, but its tone wasn't the same as the Rivongians. Mica's caution and ability to measure his words before speaking, made me feel like he didn't belong here. The Rivongians were blunt and honest; Mica was quiet and protective of himself.

"Well the answer is, I don't know how I'll have to sacrifice myself. But, I assure you when that time comes, I'll play my part," I said a bit cheerfully, an attempt to clear the awkwardness.

I returned to grinding the herbs together.

"Thank you," Mica muttered silently.

Mica's soft whisper made me stop crushing the plants. "I haven't done anything yet."

"But you will, and I just want to make sure you know I'm grateful for your life."

From the corners of my eyes, I noticed Anton had stopped in the middle of turning a page of the book he was viewing. I looked at his face; it held what look like admiration, directed at Mica.

I cleared my throat and met Mica's eyes. "I never had a real friend before, is there a certain way in which I need to ask your approval?"

"No, friendship is usually just implied," he chuckled.

"Well then, I'd like to imply that we are friends." I joined him in laughing at my ignorance.

"Yes, friends," Mica nodded, and then returned his attentions to the boiling pot, brewing a healing tonic.

KING PALEO

A burning sensation against my chest had awoken me from my slumber. I tore the offending object away and held it at a distance.

"What?" I kept my voice low as I snuck from my bedroom, and into the washroom.

Has the girl produced a way to gain Sir Anton's attention? the intruder asked.

"She has assured me she will, give her time," I trembled, not only from fear, but because the morning cold was worse in the stone washroom.

Once you have it, use the vial in your study. Make sure that she is the first person he sees or else the enchantment won't bind them.

"What exactly will this spell do?" I questioned, trying to sound unafraid.

Anything the girl asks of him. She must offer him the oath; he'll have no choice but to accept it.

The sorcerer rattled the amulet.

"How certain are you-"

Must you be so incompetent? I hand you the golden arrow, and yet you question its ability?

"It's only personal curiosity, of course I trust your plan," I mumbled. "Deanamo will be safe tonight, right?" I knew I pushed my limits to ask, but I cared for my son. Whatever vendetta the witch had against Poppiena, it had to be deep if it meant calling on my debt. Alarms of danger approaching, rang inside the depths of my gut.

If he stays out the way, the witch answered.

"And Lady Poppiena?" I waited for a reply, but the amulet's glow had died, signaling the encounter was over.

****

I stopped Lady Jezebelle as she entered the breakfast room. Deanamo was already seated inside, and I needed a private audience before the evening's riverboat dinner.

"About what we discussed yesterday," I said.

Jezebelle reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a dark bottle. "This is Sir Anton's cologne. He's agreed to accompany Poppiena and your son for their dinner this evening. That should be put back in his dressing room before we return from today's tour. If he starts his evening preparations without it, then you're on your own."

Jezebelle had proven to be more reliable than I had given her credit for. The fact that she was able to get her hands on one of Sir Anton's personal effects, showed pure dedication.

I smiled appreciatively and took the bottle.

"You must be the first person to make eye contact with him," I reminded.

"I think I've proven myself fully capable of understanding what's required of me. Do not mess this up. My reputation is on the line, and I won't hesitate to expose our agreement if anything backfires."

"I admire your, I go down, we go down attitude, but as long as you bed Sir Anton, there will be nothing to worry about," I countered, holding the door open so that she could enter the breakfast room.

The sorcerer had made it clear Jezebelle was to offer Sir Anton the oath, but for personal security, I had advised the princess to take it a step further. Jezebelle's willingness to accept my personal suggestion was by far, the most surprising aspect of her treacherous behavior.

"Please don't speak about my sexual practices as if I'm some whore," she grunted. "I'm the daughter of the most powerful king alive, remember that."

She walked away, arrogant as ever. I hated having to deal with someone rightfully more entitled than I was; it didn't bode well with my desire to reign superior over everyone.

DEANAMO

Jezebelle entered the breakfast room, followed by my father.

I was suspicious about their meetings, worried even.

My father wasn't someone who dabbled with the likes of just anyone; he was too prideful and self-absorbed for that.

If I had given it enough thought, I would've realized that Jezebelle was very similar to my father. Both were outspoken and cocky to boot.

I wanted to ask Jezebelle about why Sir Anton and Poppiena never took the carriages I had prepared for them, but from the way Jezebelle spoke, I decided to avoid holding any conversation with her that wasn't mandatory.

Jezebelle reminded me of the women I usually avoided. My only positive reflection about her was that she seemed interested in Sir Anton; something that I felt worked in my favor. If Jezebelle paid more attention to Poppiena's knight, then I would have a little more room to make a move.

After drinking the remainder of my tea, I stood and announced my leave. "Please excuse me."

Jezebelle stood as well and excused herself.

I had no choice but to offer her my arm. We walked down the castle's halls in silence. I couldn't bring myself to broach the subject of the unused carriage.

When I saw Poppiena waiting outside with Anton, I gracefully removed myself from Jezebelle and approached the pair.

"Ready?" I asked, moving around Anton, so I could escort Poppiena into the carriage.

Poppiena smiled and shook her head.

"Don't be silly," she teased.

I frowned and knowingly accepted her mockery.

"Pout all you like, but your services are required by my sister and that's the end of it," she laughed.

"Why can't I share the carriage with you?" I used Anton's distraction with Jezebelle's inquiry, to ease Poppiena away from him.

"Anton and I don't travel by carriage."

Poppiena folded her arms across her chest and smirked at me.

I wanted to question her statement, but Anton had returned and motioned for her to step back while he escorted Jezebelle into the carriage.

Poppiena teasingly poked her tongue out at me, with her eyes crossed.

I grudgingly entered the carriage, unable to get the playful image of her out of my head. Her childlike teasing had made me happy.

Happiness was something I always thought would come soon enough in life, but with Poppiena it was instant. She made everything about living spontaneous and eventful.

We pulled up to the old ruins, just as Anton and Poppiena emerged from the forest. I wasted no time taking her hand and putting some distance between us and her knight.

"The both of you shifted, didn't you?" I questioned while we walked the stone path to the old abandoned castle.

She chuckled, "I'm not a vicious wolf, if that's what you're imagining."

"So you're an adorable wolf?" I chuckled.

Poppiena snaked her arm around my waist and laughed into my shoulder. It was the most perfect sound I had ever heard. She seemed at ease in my presence, and I couldn't deny how secure I felt having her so close to me. Her touch was simple, but it sent my entire body tingling.

"No, I'm not an adorable wolf either." She chewed at her bottom lip, baiting me to guess what her Fey state was.

"Come out with it, my curiosity is at its peak."

With my arm around her shoulder, I measured the distance from my lips to hers, as a simple turn of my head. It would have been discrete, but I wasn't willing to wager the warmth I felt having her arms around me.

"I won't tell you," she mused, releasing me.

I immediately missed her touch.

The look Poppiena had sent me from over her shoulder as she walked ahead of me, made me anxious of what she would do next. Once again, Poppiena was playing her hand at being a tease and I had to admit, it was a direct hit.

"You must tell me," I requested, glancing behind me.

Anton was occupied helping Jezebelle conquer the pathway steps in her unnecessarily fancy slippers. He didn't look too pleased, but I couldn't have been happier.

I used Anton's distraction to my advantage and caught up to Poppiena, lacing her fingers through mine and bringing her hand to my lips.

"Poppy, please tell me," I pouted, hoping she would be merciful.

She pulled me along, putting a good amount of distance between us and the group. I saw her glance back a few times as she took the steps by two, leading us higher into the abandoned castle.

When she finally slowed, I found myself being forced backwards until my back met the stone wall. Her hands were pressed flat against my chest. I stared into her eyes, trying to keep myself from seizing the moment and taking the kiss I had longed to have from her.

"I won't tell you, but I will show you," she whispered. Her lips were so close to my face, all I needed was to lean forwards, and I would finally have her.

I wanted her badly, and I would've had her had she not pulled away.

Poppiena walked backwards, her eyes never leaving mine. I thought her movement was an act of seduction, but then she reached the window and did the unthinkable. Before I could take another breath, Poppiena had put her feet on the window's ledge, and then she jumped.

I raced to the window and hurled my upper body over the edge; hoping I had made it in time to catch her.

Poppiena was nowhere to be seen, it was as if she had disappeared.

No one was falling, and nothing seemed to have crashed on the ground four stories below. There was no sign of her. I searched the forest ground, but not a single thing was out of place.

Then I saw it.

A dove, white as Poppiena's silk hair, flew past the window and soared towards the trees.

Relief flooded my body, effectively easing my breathing to a normal pace.

She definitely has a thing for dramatic entrances, I thought to myself.

I watched her freely take to the skies.

"Come," I spoke, holding my arm out towards her. When she perched herself on the sleeve of my tunic, I leaned closer to get a better look into her eyes. They were as violet as ever, only this time, they were smaller and less intimidating.

"So you're a dove?" I smirked.

My finger gently stroked her soft white feathered wings. I couldn't help but laugh as Poppiena's dove form nodded its head. "You can shift into a dove, but you cannot speak? I have to say I'm quite disappointed."

Poppiena ducked her head and pecked my finger. She flew away, back into the sky.

Leaning my elbows on the window's ledge, I watched her with admiration flowing through my veins.

"Where's the princess?" Anton's voice forcefully interrupted my trance-like study of Poppiena.

I waited for him to come closer.

Without turning to face him, I pointed to the white spec perched on a branch in the distance.

"Poppy, come back right now," he ordered.

Anton's tone surprised me. I had expected him to make his demand aggressively, but his voice was barely audible. I wondered if Poppiena had even heard him.

Poppiena left the branch and flew into the castle, one floor above the one we occupied. Moments later, she emerged from the staircase, a look of remorse planted firmly on her face. Her expression was adorable. I stored the image in my head for later reference.

Anton rushed towards her; I assumed he meant to reprimand her, but Jezebelle had maneuvered herself to block his path.

"Leave her, there was no harm done," Jezebelle ordered.

Anton sidestepped her, but Jezebelle had not given up. She glanced at me and then jerked her head towards Poppiena.

I took the hint and led Poppiena back down the steps and out of the castle.

"If you're a precious dove, what is Sir Anton?" I asked once we had cleared the castle's confides.

"He's the vicious wolf," Poppiena smiled, but I found no amusement in her statement.

My throat went dry at hearing her admit Anton's Fey form.

"Don't worry, he won't show you his true colors. He's very strict about shocking the citizens."

"I highly doubt your knight cares about my feelings," I muttered, self-consciously checking over my shoulder to make sure Anton wasn't close enough to have heard me.

POPPIENA

After hours of Rita fussing over my appearance, I was finally ready to leave for my riverboat dinner with Deanamo.

"Wait!" Rita exclaimed as I moved towards the door.

I heard her rummaging through my jewelry box. When she returned, she was holding the armlet Anton had given me.

"There, now you're all ready," she smiled once the jeweled piece had snapped in place.

I grabbed her shoulders and hugged her tightly. "I honestly don't know what I would've done without your assistance. Now go and enjoy the rest of your evening, I can ready myself for bed when I return."

"I really don't mind-"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you every detail tomorrow," I winked at her and then left the room.

Anton was pacing the hall when I walked out. I smiled at him, but his face remained stiff. We walked the halls in silence, a weird silence. Something was wrong with him.

I spared him a side glance, but his expression was filled with determination, like he had one job and was going to perform it with his life.

"Ant, are you alright?" I asked while studying Ply and Raymond who flanked us, but neither of them seemed bothered by Anton's intense focus.

"I'm fine," he said, but that was all. His face held no sign that he was interested in furthering the conversation.

I nudged Raymond in the shoulder, to get his attention, but he shook his head and continued his march. Raymond was never any help, so I directed my efforts at Ply.

"Ply," I whispered, jerking my head towards Anton so he would get the hint.

What? Ply mouthed.

Again, I jerked my head towards Anton, hoping Ply would understand my request.

Ply cleared his throat. "Sir, is there anything you would like us to take care of while you're away?" Ply asked.

I studied Anton's face, sure that he would have responded with a long list of duties that he wanted Ply and Raymond to attend to, but Anton only shook his head and continued on.

Ply shrugged his shoulders and refocused his attention towards marching.

We reached the dock where Deanamo stood with his guards and servants. A large riverboat floated next to them, adorned in candles and sheer linens.

"Shouldn't you be going down your checklist of warnings?" I whispered to Anton.

I couldn't understand why he was so cold. He should have been grateful that I had pressed Deanamo to request his attendance, rather than us sneaking off without him.

Anton didn't reply.

He approached Deanamo and spoke to him with a look of genuine familiarity.

If Anton's cold shoulder wasn't odd, his warm acceptance of Deanamo certainly was.

"Lord Deanamo, I trust Usue's princess in your care," Anton said. He leaned forward and whispered something to Deanamo that I couldn't hear. Once Anton was finished, he turned and motioned for Ply and Raymond to take their places near the dock. Then he left, back up the stone path leading to the castle, without even acknowledging me.

"Anton, aren't you coming?" I called out, sure my face looked as confused as I felt.

Anton stopped and looked back at me. He shook his head and then continued his departure. Over his shoulder, I saw Jezebelle smiling at him.

I watched them, with pure bafflement.

Anton approached Jezebelle. He took her arm and escorted her back towards the palace.

"Shall we?" Deanamo cleared his throat.

I turned and found him looking expectantly at me.

"Ply what's going on?" I muttered.

"You're going to have dinner with the prince, now get on the boat," Ply replied urging me to take Deanamo's offered hand.

I gave Deanamo my hand so he could assist me onto the boat, but my mind was occupied with thoughts of what had just happened.

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself." Deanamo's voice broke me from my mental confusion.

Realizing I had been ignoring him, I shook my head free of thoughts of Anton and forced myself to pay attention to Deanamo.

"I'm sorry, I've been a horrible guest," I said.

I placed my hand on top of his to ease his worry. Taking a good look around me, I finally noticed the elaborate décor of the boat.

"You've really outdone yourself, Dean. It all seems quite magical."

Deanamo's reaction to my use of his nickname showed that he had accepted my apology.

The boat's guide took us along Rivong's great river, leading us straight into the kingdom's gorgeous forest. We ate and laughed, and although Anton's abandonment had stunned me, I found myself enjoying the privacy his absence had allowed.

By the time the boat turned to take us back to the palace, the moon and stars were burning brightly in the sky. I stared out, over the water and absorbed the night's peaceful beauty.

"May I read to you now?" Deanamo asked, shifting the pillows in a way that beckoned me towards him.

Accepting his invitation, I settled down next to him, tucking my legs under me.

He cleared his throat and read the title, "The Princess of the Sea."

I listened, mostly to the sound of his voice rather than the words coming out of his mouth. The patient pauses he took between passages, drew me into a trance-like state.

Unable to control myself, I laid my head against his chest, smiling as he propped the book against his bent knee to free his other arm to wrap around me.

Forgetting about the tale being read aloud, I watched the movements of Deanamo's jaw as he recited every word. The way I was positioned had made it easy for me to feel the beat of his heart against my cheek. It pounded rapidly, but his voice never faltered. Summoning all the courage I possessed, I slid my hand up his torso and around his neck, forcing him to lower his head towards mine.

The world around us seemed to have disappeared the moment our lips met. I don't recall hearing the book drop or how exactly it came to be that I was settled on his lap; those were only minor details.

I never imagined my first kiss, but even if I had, no metal image would've channeled the feelings and emotions I felt while kissing Deanamo.

Deanamo's kiss was desperate, but perfect.

After two days of trying to sneak around Anton, I felt Deanamo's tension release. Finding myself in need of air, I pulled back and rested my head against his. Deanamo's breathing was just as labored as mine, assuring me that our kiss had affected him as much as it had affected me.

"Was that alright?" I chewed my lip to distract myself from my racing heart.

Deanamo took my face between his hands. "I think you and I have just broken the law."

His comment made me question my forwardness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, Poppy, I want this... I want us."

"Are you sure?" I asked, afraid that he would realize how impossible a future with me would be.

"I know there are obstacles that stand in our way, but I'll find a way," he spoke, assuring me that I could trust him.

"I don't know what kind of future you have in mind, but I have a destiny." I brought forth the truth so he could understand the baggage I carried on my shoulders.

"Your destiny will be mine. Poppy, I love you. I swear that I will stand next to you as long as my life will allow me." Deanamo's statement pleaded for me to trust him. His alamo glowed with more passion than I had ever seen.

"I love you," he whispered against my temple.

The words seemed unreal as they left his lips. There was no way I could question the strength of his alamo or the glowing of his eyes; Deanamo had spoken his confession straight from the heart.

"The moment you entered the feast during Raylon, I knew I would spend the rest of my life, a slave to my heart's desire to love you," he muttered.

I lifted a finger to his lips to silence him, "Then we'll find a way together." I placed a single kiss on his mouth, knowing that anything more would challenge my restraint to remain a lady. I hugged him close and inhaled his intoxicating scent, allowing myself to relax in his arms.

As we drifted, my eyes closed as the slight rocking of the boat and Deanamo's embrace soothed me into a dreamlike state. I was nearly asleep, but a loud rhythmic thumping shook my body.

My eyes shot open in alert.

I jumped to my feet and turned my focus towards the direction of the noise. It was coming from the forest, but there was only darkness.

"Poppy, you're rocking the boat. Please sit down, or it'll overturn."

Deanamo grabbed my arm, but I jerked away from him.

I squinted my eyes, searching the darkness for the owner of the feet running through the forest. The thumping became louder; whoever was in the forest was getting closer to the river.

"Poppy, please, we're deep within the current. The last thing I want is for the boat to flip. Sir Anton said you couldn't swim-"

"Anton said what?" I broke my connection with the unknown runner and focused on Deanamo.

"Just before we left, your knight told me that you couldn't swim."

I shook my head in confusion. I had missed something.

"Dean, I'm the daughter of Nadia, god of all that is life. Of course I know how to swim, it's Jezebelle who doesn't. Why would Anton say such a thing?"

"I haven't the slightest idea, but he also said he was needed back at the palace to have dinner with his charge."

I stared at Deanamo as if he had sprouted a second head.

"You're not making any sense."

"Neither was he, but his departure meant we would be alone, so I thought nothing of it," Deanamo shrugged.

"You thought nothing of it?" I retorted. "I am Anton's charge; his one and only responsibility. Something is wrong. We have to get back to-"

I cut myself off.

Just over Deanamo's shoulder, I locked eyes with a cloaked mud faced figure holding a bow, their arrow aimed straight at me.

"Get Down!" I yelled, hoping Deanamo had reacted quickly enough.

The only thing I saw through the darkness were gold circles rimmed around the archer's eyes, sorcerers' eyes.

I swiped my hand in the air, attempting to manipulate the wood of the strung arrow, but nothing happened. I panicked and tried again, but still the arrow remained aimed at me.

Frantically I pulled at Nadia's energy and channeled it towards the tree just above the shooters head. The branch broke free and fell right on top of the unknown figure.

My defensive efforts seemed enough, but the stinging of my arm alerted me the shooter had in fact released their arrow.

A warm stream of blood trickled down my arm. I attempted to make sense of it all, but the only thing I knew was that I had been shot.

Thanks to Anton's armlet, the arrow had only grazed my arm; unlatching the jeweled piece and sending it crashing down. Although the arrow had barely cut my skin, the small nick made my body believe my entire arm had been severed. I grabbed the arrow embedded in the wood of the boat, and pried it from its hold. My vision began to blur, and I fell into Deanamo's arms. His lips were moving, but no sound met my ears.

Once we had docked, Deanamo lifted me off the boat. I opened my mouth to speak, but gave up as breathing became difficult.

Come to me, a voice entered my head.

It took me a second to place it, but once I did there was no denying that I had to obey.

Nadia I cannot breathe, I answered back.

Be brave dearest, follow the light. Her voice sounded with firm deliverance.

Using the last bit of strength I possessed, I jumped from out of Deanamo's arms.

The moment my feet touched the ground, my surroundings became clear. Ply and Raymond were shouting, Deanamo was chasing after me and most importantly, there was a light guiding me into the forest. Yet throughout it all, there was no sign of Anton.

I stumbled towards the forest, going as fast as my near unconscious body could move. I would've been there faster had I shifted, but with a wounded arm, flying was useless.

"Poppy!" Deanamo grabbed me around the waist, hoisting me into his arms.

"Leave her!" Ply's voice met my ears.

I saw Ply fighting against one of Rivong's guards, Raymond further back, caught in the same predicament.

"Nadia," I pointed to the light, "I have to-"

"What? I see nothing," Deanamo kept a firm hold on me.

"Let the Princess enter the forest!" Ply's voice was faint, but because I was blanking out, I knew he had to have been shouting if I was able to hear him.

"The light, take me to the light," I muttered, my voice coming out weak and hoarse.

"There's no light."

Deanamo turned and moved away from the forest.

"No, go back," I whispered, swallowing down the pain that seemed to have sucked every ounce of life from my body.

"No, we need a healer," Deanamo answered, ignoring my request.

I turned my eyes to the darkened sky and did the last thing I had the energy for.

"Help me," I called out to Nadia.

Instantly the skies parted, sending a bolt of lightning to the ground near Deanamo's feet.

I knew I was falling before I hit the ground. I wanted to see what became of Deanamo, but my wrists were taken captive by roots, pulling me towards the illuminated forest.

When it seemed all that was left of me could be summed up in one breath, the roots dragged me beneath the hearth, forcing my last breath from my body.

****

Darkness surrounded me. There was no pain stabbing at my arm, frankly I wasn't sure I was breathing. The only thing that seemed present were my thoughts. They drifted into a pool of self-pity; I loathed myself for the disappointment I had become.

I've failed you haven't I? I pushed the thought out, not sure if Nadia would hear it or not.

I heard a light chuckle, but I found nothing humorous about my death. I had failed Nadia and her kingdoms. There was so much hype associated with my life, yet I never made it to my sacrificial moment.

Open your eyes, Nadia's gentle voice spoke.

Feeling like an idiot for assuming my eyes were already open, I obeyed her order. No longer was I surrounded by darkness, I was standing in the middle of Quindallen.

This is my afterlife? I looked around the meadow, and everything was just the same as I had last remembered it.

You're not dead, you're healing.

Nadia's golden form flapped above my shoulder. When she perched herself on it, my initial reaction was to flinch away in pain, but I felt none.

I'm Fey, how is it possible that a simple arrow managed to suffocate my entire being? I walked towards the Great Quin, desperate to see how I sized up against it.

You were struck by an arrow made of Quin.

Wait, does that mean there is another Quin tree or... I stopped and watched Nadia disappear into the same tunnel we had flown through before.

Without hesitating, I shifted.

The thought of flying seemed impossible, but when I looked at my wing, it was perfectly fine. I followed the path Nadia had taken. The Great Quin was not only wide, but its depth stretched just as far.

I reached the light, smiling as the Quin Forest came into view. Each Kingdom's orb was exactly where it belonged and as I examined Usue's, the small imperfection on its spiritual barrier had not grown.

Poppiena, look here. Nadia's voice was curt and firm.

I stopped my exploring of the forest and flew to her side. Nadia's wing flapped towards the backside of the Great Quin. What I hadn't noticed before was that the tree had five carved spaces that looked to have once held daggers. Every space was empty except for one. I stared at the crystal blade, captivated by the way the light glimmered off it.

Where are the other four? I asked.

Before I had placed the spiritual block to protect Usue, the Great Quin was only guarded by its cloak of illusion; only visible to gods and spirits. I didn't expect the attack of dark magic that broke through. It was so sudden that I wasn't able to react quick enough. Two daggers were stolen.

What of the other two? I asked, flying closer to the tree to get a better look at the dagger.

One is in Queen Lessonia's protection, and the other's location has died with its holder. Nadia flew next to me, but the sadness in her voice could not be masked by her aura of godly confidence.

My mother has one of the daggers?

She's the ruler of the land I once called home. When I realized the attack on the forest, I couldn't leave her unprotected. Nadia moved to the tunnel, but I wasn't ready to go yet. I loved the forest, it flooded me with peace. I could've stayed there forever if Nadia had allowed me.

Who possessed the other? I entered the tunnel, but I couldn't see Nadia through its darkness. There was no light at the other end of the Great Quin's tunnel; Nadia had left me.

The darkness of the tunnel was an only illusion; the spirit world was what had gone black. I was on my way back to reality.

When I opened my eyes, my lungs filled with air, bringing me back to the place where I thought I had died.

Very slowly, my surroundings became clear. I was laying on the ground, covered from head to toe in roots and dirt. I took a breath, but it came out as a series of coughs while my lungs adjusted to serving a purpose again. When I focused on what was in front of me, I became aware of the dozens of eyes pinned on me.

No one moved; they all just stared at me, each with the same shocked expressions, everyone except Anton. His face was etched in relief. He released a breath so deep, his upper body sank.

Clarity filled my mind.

Anton had abandoned me. The helplessness I felt before Nadia's intervention, made the sight of him unbearable.

I placed a hand on the tree behind me to steady myself as I stood. Anton held out a hand in assistance, but his gesture disgusted me. I slapped his hand way. He wasn't there when I needed him; his assistance was useless to me now.

I looked around my feet, searching for the arrow that had struck me.

Deanamo stepped forward, the arrow held firmly in his hand. I didn't know how to feel towards him. At a crucial moment, he refused to do what I had asked of him. His defiance could have cost me my life. More importantly, I wasn't sure he didn't have anything to do with my near assassination.

I snatched the arrow from his grasp. The anger burning inside me gave me no reason to be compassionate towards anyone. I was the one who was wronged and because of that, I trusted no one.

Jezebelle's display of concern would've touched me if it weren't for the memory of Anton abandoning me for her. I put the arrow between my lips. Taking whatever dignity I had left, I shifted, leaving the crowd who I now deemed as traitors behind.

DEANAMO

She nearly died in my arms. I had held her and pulled her away from the unforeseen force that beckoned her into the forest.

When the skies parted and the bolt struck the ground near my feet, I had recognized my wrong.

Poppiena wasn't like everyone else; she was the daughter of the only commonly acknowledged god among the kingdoms.

In a moment of weakness, I had lost sight that the woman I loved, was the Chosen one.

The blood had scared me. All I wanted was to see her well again, and my protective nature had clouded my judgment.

I deserved the look of disgust she had given me. I had ignored her request and put my needs above her decision to pursue the forest. Had it not been for Nadia's interference, Poppiena would've died.

My sadness was deep, but my heart's anger was deeper. Someone had deliberately tried to assassinate Poppiena, and even worse, it was on my watch; in my kingdom.

Upon returning to the castle, I sent every guard available into the villages to find some answers.

I followed my father into his study, slamming the door shut behind me.

"Someone sought to harm her," I shouted, pounding my fist down on his desk. "How could this happen?"

"Deanamo sit down. I know you're upset, but yelling at me isn't going to get you anywhere except thrown into the dungeons," my father replied.

I glared at him, but did as he requested. I had been in the dungeons once, back when I had refused to cater the idea of marrying the young princess of Falema. My father thought he was teaching me a lesson, but I enjoyed the solitude of being caged for a few hours. That's all it had lasted before my mother decided to overrule his punishment.

"Has Lady Poppiena returned?" King Paleo asked.

I shook my head, my fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern against the armrests of my chair. "Her Knight remains stationed outside her door, but I don't think she has returned."

"Summon him; I'm interested in his recount of what happened."

"Sir Anton wasn't there, he knows nothing of the attack," I spoke without thinking.

"You mean he didn't attend the excursion?" My father's face rose with curiosity.

I cringed.

I had just admitted to being unchaperoned with Poppiena.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he chuckled.

I didn't see what he found humorous about the situation, Poppiena was nearly killed, and I had been the prime witness to it. The Guild of Order could have my head put on a platter for being in proximity of her near assassination, yet my father found my distress amusing.

"However, if the Guild found out, you'd be dead before you spoke one word in your defenses." My father leaned back in his chair, a smug expression playing on his face.

I paled; he had a horrible way of choosing when to play his hand at sarcasm and crude teasing.

"Tell me, what are your intentions with Lady Poppiena?"

Feigning ignorance had crossed my mind, but I had learned early on in life, nothing could be hidden from my father.

"I have nothing to hide. I love Poppiena-"

"Your confession obligates me to call upon the Guild."

My father's statement resembled what I felt was a challenge, but I knew he had no design to turn me over to the Guild.

"Speak Deanamo, that's how desires are learned and acquisition can begin," he demanded.

"Why am I afraid to continue this conversation?" I stared uneasily at him.

"Because you're a coward and always have been one," he retorted.

Anger was a wasted emotion against my father; he encouraged it, fed from it. If I gave into him, I would lose.

"I want Poppiena as my wife," I admitted, wanting the words to form into reality as the left my lips.

My father smiled. It was small and seemed laced with deceit. "Good. Now we can move forward. I suggest if you truly want the girl as your wife, you listen carefully."

Advice on the subject of love was something I would never have sought from my father, but my situation was too difficult to manage on my own. Poppiena was no normal girl; her life was crowded with purpose. With laws established to protect her, I recognized that I was no match to achieve my desires.

I sunk deeper into my chair, nodding my understanding. I couldn't believe what I had heard. My father spoke about the illegitimacy of Sir Anton's knighthood; how it was never sealed because Poppiena did not request the oath herself.

"Are you suggesting I become Lady Poppiena's knight?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm saying you need to stop burying your head in books and start planning for Rivong's future."

I dodged the book my father launched at me, holding myself back from returning it to him in the same manner. He never appreciated my indulgence in knowledge. He wanted me focused on strengthening Rivong's army and border protection.

"You said yourself that no one knows about this except her sister. Once the news gets out, what's to stop Lady Poppiena from asking Sir Anton properly?"

If the stories of Anton's strength were true, then there existed no one more suitable to protect the Chosen One. I had nothing to offer Poppiena when it came to her safety, my disregard of her demands had proven how incompetent I was.

"Use your head boy. The girl is half in love with you already, make her chose you," my father growled the words at me.

"She no longer trusts me," I sighed. The look Poppiena had given me before she shifted, made her opinion of me clear.

"Deanamo, get out." My father dropped his head in his hands. "You may seek my advice once you've gotten rid of your girlish attempt at love and are ready to be aggressive in your acquisition."

"Lady Poppiena isn't a piece of land waiting to be conquered," I spat, defending the woman I loved.

"How do you expect to rule Rivong, when you lack the confidence to get an adolescent girl to request an oath of you?"

"I don't want her to offer me the oath, I want her heart." I heaved out an exasperated breath.

My father rounded his desk, and before I knew it, his hand gripped the lapels of my coat, pulling me from my seat. "You're as thickheaded as you are useless. To gain her heart, you have to be allowed near her. The only way to get near her without defying the Common Laws, is to be named her knight."

Ripping myself from his hold, I brushed the wrinkles from my jacket and returned his icy glare. "Why are you so interested in me taking the oath?"

"Why hadn't the gods blessed you with wisdom?" My father dropped into the seat I had just vacated. "A union between Usue and Rivong will ensure Rivong becomes known as Usue's equal; we'll be taken seriously. Who will challenge the kingdom tied to Usue and better yet, Nadia?"

He flicked his hand in the air, signaling he was no longer interested in my presence

I had entered his study angry, but I left confused. What he said made sense, but his desire to attain it seemed to exceed far more than my own. It felt as if my father was willing to offer his life to see my union with Poppiena take place.

I went to my chambers and prepared myself to wait for Poppiena's return. I planned to wait for her, watching from the balcony of my suite. She probably detested me, but I had to see her; know that she was fine. It was the only way I could believe that she was still alive.

POPPIENA

The Quin arrow held securely between my beak was easily the biggest mystery I had ever encountered.

It felt and looked like any other arrow, but its magical enchantment was devastating. There was no scar to prove the arrow had struck me, the healing Nadia's elements had provided performed the unbelievable. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had almost died.

Death used to be a simple concept for me to accept. Now that I had kissed its lips, I realized I would never again take my life's value so lightly.

Someone tried to kill me. Had it not been for my connection with the land, they probably would've succeeded. Their footsteps echoed clear in my mind, without that defensive advantage, I would've been blind to their attack.

Aside for the sorcerer's gold-rimmed eyes, nothing about the shooter's identity could be claimed. I no longer knew who to trust. Even Anton had let me down.

My shooter made me realize that another sorcerer, aside from Oso, existed.

I was confused; too much had happened for me to understand on my own. With my thoughts so muddled and the bruises of betrayal fresh, there was no way I was fit to hold an audience.

Dropping the arrow on a rock, I shifted into full state. The dirt and root grime lodged in every crevasse of my body, added a dramatic gust effect to my shift.

Nadia's moonlight led the way towards the water. I dove head first into Rivong's river and swam towards the waterfall.

The sound of the river's falls crashing into the surface of the water, served well to drown out the voices in my head. My short moment of seclusion had helped me to compartmentalize and reconstruct my priorities.

There were so many questions that I wanted answers to.

I wanted Anton's explanation for abandoning me, Deanamo's excuse for questioning me, but most of all, I wanted to know the identity of my shooter.

An unknown evil had permeated Rivong's walls; I had no doubt that magic had touched the land. What bothered me most about my revelation wasn't the solidification of my assumptions, but the realization that there was a strong possibility the infection had made its way to the top of Rivong's royal court.

Dripping wet, I exited the water. My gown clung to my body, leaving the crisp air sending shivers up my spine. Retrieving the arrow from the rock, I examined my surroundings. The forest would easily bend at my whim, but after the healing it had provided me, manipulating the land seemed like an act of ungratefulness.

I grabbed the front of my gown. It only took a single pull for the gown to split in half, up the length of my leg. With a little more room to work with, I held on to the arrow, and ran in the direction of the palace.

I sensed others in the forest, flanking me as I ran.

A quick glance to my left and right alerted me that Ply and Raymond had been dispatched to find me. They had shifted, making their blue eyes easily noticeable in the darkness of Rivong's forest.

"Raymond, return to the palace and make sure no one gets wind that you're Fey," I ordered, aware that they could hear me but were unable to communicate unless I shifted as well.

I stopped and allowed Ply to approach me.

"Shift," I spoke, my voice softening as I addressed him.

Ply did as I instructed, once he was in full state, his eyes were turned down towards the ground, avoiding my gaze.

"Did Anton send you?" I asked, my anger towards my knight becoming too much for me to control.

"He did not, you grace," Ply muttered, "Ray and I came one our own accord."

The memory of Ply coming to my defense after the boat had docked returned to me. He was a faithful guard of Usue's crown. I had to admit, although he always found it funny whenever Anton reprimanded me, Ply understood that I was not an ordinary girl. I had the blood of the gods coursing through my veins; I was born a servant to their needs.

I nodded at Ply. "Thank you, for trying to assist me back there."

"I'm embarrassed that I couldn't do more," Ply sighed.

"Do as I instructed Raymond, I'll follow behind soon enough," I said, watching him shift and leave the forest.

Once I had neared the castle, the lights of the watch towers illuminated the brick path leading towards the draw bridge. The guards on duty straightened as I passed, a few leaving their posts to trail me.

Unforgiving of the threat Rivong posed on my life, I turned towards Rivong's guards.

"Inform your king that I've returned. I don't require your escort, nor is it accepted any longer," I spoke, taking the shocked looks on their faces as their acknowledgment of my displeasure.

My pursuit of the palace continued unaccompanied.

The option of shifting was very possible, but I wanted to make a scene. I stomped the polished floors of the palace barefoot and half clothed. My desire to display the threat I posed, outweighed the call for a respectable entrance.

Servants scurried out of my way, and I ignored the bows and greetings offered by members of Rivong's administration. I didn't seek their gestures of polite greetings. Rivong had wronged me, respect was the last thing I wanted. With the hit man still on the loose, my dramatic entrance served to raise awareness. If the people of Rivong feared me, I was determined to give them a solid reason to do so. By presenting myself as the great force Nadia had purposed me to be, there would be no more questioning of my strength and abilities.

Footsteps approaching from behind me caught my attention.

"I beg your pardon, my lady."

Rita jumped back when I turned to face her; she looked frightened.

I scanned her from head to toe; calculating her height and form. Rita couldn't have been the shooter. She was far too short.

"I was nearly assassinated this evening," I spoke, taking the cloak she held out towards me. "Please excuse me if I don't have the patience to hold an audience."

"Of course, your grace," she ducked her head, avoiding my eyes.

Playing the renegade Princess wasn't a role I had much experience with. My compassion for the young girl who had served me so well, overpowered my desire to invoke fear. I put aside my vengeful persona and calmly addressed Rita.

"Rita, I thank you for your service, but I no longer require-"

I cut myself off as Rita dropped to her knees and bowed to the point where her head touched the floor.

"Please, my lady, if I have done poorly I will try harder."

"Rita, stand up," I ordered, mortified at her unexpected idolization.

"My life has been meaningless before you. I have never felt more useful and wanted. Whatever I've done to displease you, I'll take full punishment just please... let me serve you," Rita pleaded.

My dismissal of her was unwarranted; it was rooted in bitterness. Caught up in my personal agenda, I had casted poor judgment against Rita only because she had an attachment to Rivong.

I bent down and grabbed her hands. The intensity I found pulsing beneath her skin reminded me of a touch I had felt many times before. There was no mistaking the energy flowing through Rita.

The fear that settled in her eyes only confirmed that I had placed the energy correctly. I yanked her from the floor and dragged her away from listening ears.

"You're a seer," I snarled at her. I dropped her hand, unable to contain my anger at her deceit.

The energy was faint when I had first touched her, but now that I knew, it waved off her vibrantly. I had held seer Seemoto's hand plenty of times; had felt the same energy.

Rita stood stiff against the stone wall I had her trapped against. She was trembling, her fear portrayed perfectly across her face.

"Anyone in possession of magical abilities is to be shipped to Usue," I muttered, keeping my guard up just in case she was no longer interested in playing my dutiful servant.

"I'm not like the others." Rita cried, her eyes filled with unreleased tears.

"Who else knows of your abilities?"

"No one. I have no family and no relations; I'm all alone in this life."

Studying her countenance, I couldn't ignore the sadness in her voice. Had I known Rita was a seer, before the attempt on my life, I would've offered her a position as my permanent maid without hesitation.

Things were different now. Rivong and I were no longer allies; my trust for the kingdom had shattered. Every decision I made, now had to be done with caution.

Checking the corridor to ensure our privacy, the sympathy I felt for Rita, pushed me to make her the offer none the less.

"You're a servant of the Crown of Rivong, your loyalty is to the king," I stated.

"You know my secret," Rita ducked her head, "I volunteered to serve you hoping that one day I could pledge my loyalty to you, the Chosen One."

"You understand you'll be banished from your homeland?"

"What I know is all that I have seen. There is none more worthy of being praised and honored than Nadia. I, Rita Shay Ereen, will give my life for her child. My pledge of loyalty is to you, Princess."

While her speech was quite believable, her alamo was what caught my heart's assurance. It flickered bright; glowing with nothing but the truth.

"Then let it be known that on this day forth, you act in service of Nadia and all that she is." I nodded my approval, and we continued towards my chambers. "You said you weren't like the others, what did you mean?"

"I don't see the future."

Rita followed close behind me. Her voice was as low as a soft whisper, but it seemed to radiate loud and clear in my ears, almost as if her pledge had connected us on a deeper level.

"Then what is it you see?" I asked, raising my brow with skepticism.

"What the heart desires most."

My steps faltered as the doors to my chamber came into view. Anton stood blocking its entrance. He looked statuesque; frozen in place. It was weird seeing Anton doing what Ply and Raymond normally attended to.

Rita opened her mouth to speak, but shut it when I raised my finger to silence her.

"Tell me, what does Sir Anton's heart desire?"

I didn't ask to test her abilities. I asked because I had longed to understand the man behind the mask. Anton had spent eighteen years pleading me to abide by his rules. Finally, when I had accepted them, he abandoned me.

"My lady, my abilities require me to place my hand directly over the heart of the one whose desires are in question." Rita glanced at me, then at Anton, and then back to me. "Sir Anton will never let such a gesture go without interrogation."

"Have you seen my heart's desires?" I looked at her suspiciously. It was a question that I didn't know the answer to.

The guilty look that covered her face indicated that she had indeed seen into my heart.

"I'm sorry, your grace," she dropped her eyes, resembling someone filled with shame.

"No need to be apologetic now, what did you see?"

"While I did attempt, I've yet to grasp a single vision from you."

Her reply held no surprise; I had suspected it. My life was full of unanswered questions; there was no reason this one would've been different.

"I want to know Sir Anton's heart," I mumbled, pulling Rita into the shadows; out of Anton's sight.

"Then I will do it," she agreed without hesitation.

Her chin was raised, and determination spread across her face. Rita looked as if her sole purpose was to do whatever I requested.

"It must be done casually, perhaps you might accidentally trip into him," I suggested.

"And what of you?"

"I'll cause a distraction. Anton will focus on me, leaving his guard down for you to react."

I took a deep breath and emerged from the darkness.

He left you, don't show him you're afraid, I mentally prepared myself. Regardless of how fearless I tried to present myself, it was only a façade. I was frightened by my future; almost dying had opened my eyes. I understood that failing Nadia, was a possibility.

My hands clutched the cloak draped around my shoulders. The moment Anton realized my approach, the hall seemed to have gotten smaller.

"Princess," he bowed, but his eyes roamed my body. Usually, Anton's scrutiny would've irritated me, but I accepted it as his way of examining for injuries.

Rita moved ahead of me. Her mission was far from my thoughts.

My heart pounded violently against my chest. I felt the anger boiling inside me. Without thinking, I grasped Rita's arm, halting her.

My other hand was in the air before I had processed what I was doing.

Only the stinging of my palm and the loud clap echoing through the hall gave proof to what I had done.

Anton took my strike with poise; he neither flinched nor spoke.

Words were lost on me. I could hardly grasp the fact that I had raised my hand to him. I pulled my chamber doors open and flung myself inside, leaving Rita to deal with what I had left in my wake.

I ached to be held, cradled, and calmed.

Only once in my life had I felt that type of longing. It was when I was young. A group of girls had gathered to play a game of statues. When I moved to join the activity, they had excluded me. What had stung the most was Jezebelle had been the first to voice her displeasure in my participation. Hurt and embarrassed, I ran to the safety of my tower. It was there, as my tears hit the wooden floor, that a Poppiena tree sprung from the floor boards. My tears had magically sprouted a tree, but what I remember most about that day wasn't the hurt or the shock of the tree in the middle of my room. It was the strong arms that wrapped around me, holding me as I cried. They were Anton's arms. He had pulled me onto his lap and cradled me until my tears ended. I was barely ten at the time, but it was during that moment as Anton rocked me with words of encouragement, that I vowed never to allow another being the power to hurt me.

Rita had finished readying me for bed and was waiting patiently next to me for further instructions.

"Thank you, that'll be all," I said, swallowing back the guilt that my harsh treatment of Anton had burdened me with.

"Your guard's heart is one storming with confusion," Rita spoke as if the words had been forced out of her body.

"He has lived for centuries, I'm not surprised," I shrugged absentmindedly.

"He shields himself severely, but I was able to unmask one thing."

I held my breath as I waited for her to continue, but Rita kept quiet. I looked at her, noticing the sadness in her eyes.

"What?" I asked, a mixture of fear and hesitation in my voice.

Rita sighed, sounding sympathetic.

"At present, your knight seems lost in longing for your forgiveness."

****

Somehow sleep had found me. I woke to the pounding of the rain against the window plane. The weather seemed to have resembled the feelings of my heart. Everything felt wrong; my presence in Rivong, my feelings for Deanamo and the loneliness that consumed me now that Anton was no longer the person I trusted most.

Pulling back the curtains of the four-poster bed, the darkness of the early morning gave the room an unwelcoming feeling. I dressed myself, considering it was too early to bother Rita. I had no expectations of what the day would hold. Rivong's court would be busy trying to form an excuse, but I wasn't interested. I was desperate to find a quiet place to clear my head and escape the craziness of reality.

The rain pounded heavily outside. Shifting was the best option for traveling to the potions house. Mica had said I was allowed in his study whenever I wanted. I figured since it was still dark outside, the odd shaped house was the safest place for me to find solitude.

I flung the window open and dangled my legs over the edge, letting the rain drench them. My hands gripped the sides of the palace, ready to launch myself into the air.

I paused.

The closing of my chamber's doors caught my attention. I knew without looking that it was Anton; only he would have the courage to approach me at a time like this.

I sensed his struggle to speak. The problem was there were no words that would bring meaning to the state of our relationship. Betrayal was all I felt, and if I knew Anton well, there was no question he felt guilty.

"Did you stand guard all night?" I asked, keeping my voice stiff.

Although my back was towards him, I sensed Anton nod his head in the affirmative. "Then take your leave. I'm going to the potion's house. I suppose we'll be called into court once the sun rises."

"I'll come with-"

"Go and rest, Anton," I cut him off, ending having to hear the sorrow in his voice. Leaving him no room to put up an argument, I pushed myself from the ledge.

As the rain grazed my feathers, the reality of my situation hit me like a rock. I was foolish to have thought Deanamo and I had a future. He didn't know a thing about me, and his love seemed to have overpowered his ability to trust my instincts. No matter how much I enjoyed everything about him, he didn't have the background to fit into my life. Deanamo grew up in a world where things were straight forward. His kind lived to die, and that was the bottom line. The barrier between us could be summed up in one word, Fey. I was the girl destined to save the kingdoms. The mere fact that laws existed to ensure I made it to my moment of sacrifice, should have stopped me from attaching to Deanamo.

I had failed to realize that Deanamo was not fully aware of my role in life. I wasn't selling him short, but the truth was, the differences between us made it almost impossible for him to understand the depth of my destiny.

Regardless of what my future held, Deanamo was the person my heart reached out for. As much as I wanted to give into him, I couldn't let my desires guide my life. I had a purpose, and it was my responsibility to shape my surroundings to aid in reaching that purpose.

Even though Anton had failed me, deep inside, I knew that I couldn't turn a blind eye to his years of dedication and service. Eventually, I would forgive him, but not yet. Not until I got answers.

Once I reached the door of the triangle building, I shifted and knocked loud enough to be heard over the rain.

"Princess," Mica answered the door, a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm sure you have heard what happened last night," I said, pushing the door back and letting myself in. "I'm ready for my next lesson."

Mica scurried around the room while I made myself comfortable at his work bench.

"I haven't prepared for your next lesson, but just give me a moment."

"What's this?" I held up a vial labeled Monet.

Mica's eyes widen, and he all but snatched the vial from my grasp. "What is that doing there?" he asked. "One drop of this will kill anyone in mere moments."

"Why is such a poison sitting so casually on your desk?" I eyed him carefully. I measured Mica up against the traits of my shooter. Although all I knew about my shooter was the color of their eyes and their height, I wasn't naïve to believe eyes couldn't be concealed.

"I have no idea, but it's usually kept locked away," Mica answered, walking towards his poisons chest. He placed the vial inside and then locked it.

Studying him, I found nothing off about his alamo. Mica was naturally frantic in his behaviors, but the coincidence of me almost being killed and one of the deadliest poisons casually sitting on his desk, was too alarming to be ignored.

"Who else has access to that chest, aside from you?" I eyed him.

"It is just me," he backed away.

Mica didn't fit the persona I associated with my shooter. He was too jumpy. Just to be sure I reached out and grasped his hand. I squeezed it, but no odd energy came from him, Mica wasn't my shooter.

"Get me every ingredient used to conjure that poison," I ordered.

Mica quickly set the herbs, spices, and fruits on the table.

I memorized every scent.

"What's the matter?" his eyes shown with confusion.

"Let me examine the Monet vial."

I waited for him to retrieve it. Holding something so deadly was a nerve-racking experience, but I comforted myself by comparing it to holding a weapon. Both were lethal, but they were harmless in the hands of innocence.

"And you're sure you didn't place this vial here?" I muttered.

"Yes. I would never touch the Monet. It's a poison, your grace. I have no intention of using my knowledge to harm others."

Mica spoke in earnest. I relaxed knowing that he was still someone I could consider trustworthy. I apologized and allowed him to continue where we left off from last lesson.

My suspicion about the Monet remained in the back of my mind as I listen to Mica's lecture regarding Rivong's fruits. Once the sun glistened through the building's lengthy windows, I thanked him for the lesson and stood to take my leave.

"Don't test my plate anymore," I muttered as I walked out the building. "Someone tried to kill me and I would hate for you to fall victim to their attempts."

The warning was fair in my opinion. I had a genuine connection to Mica, but after Anton's abandonment, no relationship seemed concrete.

I entered the castle, hair a bit damp from the light sprinkling outside. I had only taken two steps when Deanamo appeared in front of me.

"How are you?" he whispered.

Worry was painted across his face, and his alamo matched with sincerity, but I couldn't allow myself to fall again.

"Has your court assembled?" I pressed forward, aware that in those short moments, Anton had fallen into place behind me.

Deanamo looked hurt, but his feelings were the least of my concerns.

"Yes," he answered.

I paused my pursuit of the throne room. Looking into Deanamo's eyes, I coursed with uncertainty towards him. I wasn't sure Deanamo was the one I needed next to me during my unknown journey towards destiny.

Squaring my shoulders, I addressed him formally.

"Good, I suggest you join your people, Lord Deanamo."

Jezebelle stood outside the large doors.

When our group came into view, her face held the worst attempt at concern I had ever witnessed. If she were truly worried, she would've waited in my chambers for my return last night.

"Anton, wait here," I ordered as I walked straight into Jezebelle's personal space. "What were you doing with Anton last night?" I had no time for games. Jezebelle was keeping a secret, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"That's personal," she shot back, a smirk played viciously on her lips.

"He's my knight, and for some inexcusable reason, he disregarded my protection for you. Now tell me-"

"I am not yours to command. We've kept Rivong's court waiting long enough." She cocked her head in a way that made my restraint snap.

My grasp of Nadia's elements was instant. Pulling the castle's foundation into my possession, the marble floors beneath Jezebelle's feet cracked as roots from below grasped her legs.

"Make your line clear Jezie, because I assure you, I will always choose Nadia over my backstabbing sister," I threatened, my rage mimicking an intensity I had never imagined myself capable of.

Leaving Jezebelle rooted in place, I gestured to Anton to follow me inside.

"Poppiena, release me!" Jezebelle shouted.

My hand swung in the air, swiftly shutting the throne room doors in her face.

"Lady Poppiena," King Paleo addressed me from his throne.

"Let's skip the false pleasantries," I muttered, moving to the center of the room. My blood boiled with confidence. All eyes were on me, but they held no weight; I felt invincible, like Nadia's essence fueled my thirst for vengeance. "Has my shooter been found?"

"Adjust your tone. You're standing in my court," King Paleo growled.

His weak threat meant nothing as I returned his stony glare.

"I was almost killed last night, in your kingdom. By my calculations, a courier can reach Usue in one day. It will take our fastest ship two days to reach these shores, giving you exactly three final days of breath before my father arrives to end you and your entire bloodline's rule of Rivong." My fists were clenched at my sides, ready to give Rivong's court an early glimpse of what to expect.

"Are you threatening me?" King Paleo roared.

The unsheathing of his champion's sword echoed through the room.

My lips twitched in appreciation. I had entered the room hoping the king was dumb enough to challenge me. I glanced over my shoulder and locked eyes with Anton. His nostrils flared, eyes silently pleading me to let him put the king's guard in his place. Nodding my approval, I watched as Anton practically flew across the room. He easily disarmed the king's champion, smashing him brutally into the floor.

The room erupted in murmurs and gasps.

One look at Deanamo, and I was sure he didn't recognize me anymore.

"How dare you!" King Paleo rose from his seat.

"There's a specific trait my shooter possesses. I will know it the moment I see this person. My contract with your kingdom ends in two days. You have until then-"

I stopped talking, focusing my attention on King Paleo's hand that was positioned behind his thigh. I glanced to the right of the throne. His archer had his bow strung with the arrow aimed at Anton.

I twirled my index finger slowly at the floor in front of me. Once a small root sprang from the marble, I yanked at its energy, creating a pointed stake.

"You signal that arrows release and this root will go straight through your throat," I challenged.

The court fell into a thick silence.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Anton was watching me, but I kept my focus on the king.

It was our first real test as a team, Anton and I. The anger that ran through my body, felt far more powerful than what I was able to feel on my own. Realizing its power, I connected the dots. The anger wasn't mine, it was Nadia's. I had conjured Nadia's energy, ready to unleash it for everyone to witness. Her fury was intense; its energy possessed my entire body.

King Paleo dropped his hand, I assumed he had finally grasped his defeat. When he took his seat, I signaled Anton to release the guard he held pinned to the floor.

"I want the young girl appointed as my maid, permanently released from her service of your crown. And, I will no longer tour your kingdom," I announced, realizing my interest to see Rivong had lost its spark.

"Your contract holds you to Rivong's discretion," one of the advisors seated to the side of the throne said.

"Common law calls for the beheading of anyone, royalty or not, who poses a threat to my life," I stated, staring at King Paleo. "At present, that's you."

Watching him pale was only half as entertaining as I had expected it to be.

"Two days," I ordered, pushing Nadia's energy towards the throne room doors and slamming them shut once Anton and I had exited the room.

Storming past Jezebelle, I flicked my wrist, removing the constraints from around her feet.

"You've just made Usue an enemy of Rivong," Jezebelle huffed.

"Then you better decide whose side you're on," I threw over my shoulder.

"Anton!"

Jezebelle's childish cry was enough to halt me.

Turning to face him, I see that Anton's eyes had widened, resembling someone who had been caught in an act of wrongdoing. Disgusted with both him and Jezebelle, I stomped angrily towards my chambers.

"Don't let him in," I ordered Ply and Raymond as they held the doors open for me.

I tried to rush inside the room in time for the doors to shut, but Anton easily forced his way in.

"Get out!" I growled, heaving myself against his chest to push him out, but I was no match for him.

"Poppy, please let me explain," he grabbed my wrists.

"Explain what? That you left me?" I yelled, yanking my hands-free from his hold. "If you fancy Jezebelle, that's fine, but when it comes down to it, you're my knight. If you can't put my protection above your infatuation for my sister, then walk out those doors and don't ever think about coming back."

My heart shattered as I watched Anton step towards the doors. Tears threatened to spill as my lip quivered uncontrollably. I closed my eyes, unable to stomach Anton's departure. When the sound of the door clicking shut met my ears, my knees gave in, but I didn't hit the floor.

My eyes shot open in confusion.

"I can't remember a single detail about yesterday. From the moment I left you to dress for dinner, up until a loud blast pierced my ears." Anton swept me off of my feet and into his arms. Once he placed me on the bed, I moved as far away from him as I could get.

"Poppy, I swear I have no memory of what happened."

"How can you expect me to believe that?" I kicked my slippers off and pulled the covers up to my chest.

Anton sat on the side of the bed, his head cradled in his hands.

I folded my arms across my chest in attempt to contain my anger long enough to have a serious discussion with him.

"You didn't get on the boat," I mumbled in accusation.

"No, I didn't," Anton exhaled.

His jaw tightened, and the dark shade surrounding him showed he wasn't controlling his alamo.

"You told Deanamo I couldn't swim."

"What else did I do?" Anton's shoulders dropped.

I softened my stiff posture, letting the brokenness in his voice bring me to a calmer state.

It occurred to me, Anton truly did not know what had happened.

"You just left... with Jezebelle."

I stared at his back, waiting for him to face me, but he only shrunk into himself. I had never witnessed Anton so depressed. As I stared at his back, it was like the man who I had acknowledged as my strong and fearless knight, had disappeared.

"What do you remember?" I asked, picking at the threads of the blanket to disguise how afraid I was to hear him admit he was with Jezebelle. The thought of them being together, felt like the worst kind of betrayal. Anton was my protector, I had the right to feel neglected because he wasn't there for me.

"There was a loud thunder like sound. When I heard it, it felt like air had been pushed into my body. That's when I saw Jezebelle was the one..."

I looked up in shock, waiting for him to continue, but he fell silent.

"The one what, Anton?"

My patience fled me. I threw the covers off and grabbed his shoulders; forcing him to face me.

He met my gaze, but his deep blue eyes were glossed over, matching the pain etched on his face.

He sighed, "I don't know how any of it happened."

"You didn't?" I gasped; my hand flew to cover my mouth.

"No," Anton shook his head violently, "I'm positive it didn't go that far."

Disgust surged through my veins.

"So, while I was in need of your assistance, you were busy bedding my sister?"

"Poppy, I didn't, we didn't-"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "How far did it go?"

From the way Anton's expression changed, I was sure my question had stunned him. I offered him no way out. I waited and was willing to wait eternity for him to respond.

"Poppy, please don't make me say it."

His eye begged me to relent.

"How far?" I repeated in a quiet, yet serious voice.

"Jezebelle was in my bed, but I swear I was clothed. When the sound of thunder roared, and my senses had returned, my first thoughts were of you. That's all the reality I was able to grasp."

I diverted my attention from him and focused on the painting across the room. If I had been blessed with some sort of fire ability, the entire wall would have turned to ash.

"Poppy, I'm not pinning for Jezebelle," Anton's voice was soft and pleading.

It took all of my patience to steady my breathing.

"What happened next?" I questioned, ignoring his plea. There was nothing that could be said to make any of it undone.

"When I reached the river, the fire near the forest had been contained. Ply and Ray were fighting off anyone who dared to approach the forest..."

Fire?... The lightening from the sky, I remembered.

"Lord Deanamo was staring at the roots of the tree that had pulled you under, I was too late." Anton drew in a breath, "Where did you go?"

I shrugged and muttered, "Nadia."

Clawing at the air beside the bed, the floorboard lifted, revealing the Quin arrow I had hidden there.

Anton examined the arrow.

I noticed my blood had stained the wood.

"That's proof the Great Quin exists," I spoke. "Apparently, there are weapons capable of killing our kind."

Anton stiffened, his reaction mimicking the one I had displayed when I learned the news.

"Five daggers to be exact, and obviously the Quin's branches pose a lethal threat as well." I gestured to the arrow.

"Where are the weapons now?"

"Only one remains in its home. Nadia said my mother protects one and as for the other three, I guess that's up to me to figure out."

I tried to take the idea of the quest casually, but it wasn't a game. My destiny had finally revealed itself, and I wasn't sure I was ready to accept the challenge.

"Us," Anton stated. "It's up to you and me, to figure out."

Not knowing how to respond, I looked away.

Anton grabbed the sides of my face and forced me to look at him. "Poppy, nothing has changed."

"Everything has changed," I countered, trying to free myself from his hold.

"I am sorry for not being there for you, by Nadia, I swear I had no reign over my will. By your side is where I belong. I can't explain what happened or why I left you, or how I ended up with Jezebelle. All I know is that I need to be near you."

I opened my mouth, not sure of what to say in response, but it didn't matter. Rita walked into the room, unknowingly saving me from having to pursue the conversation with Anton any further.

"Oh, please excuse me," Rita ducked her head and made to leave.

"No, Rita, stay. Anton was just leaving." I said, sending her a look that conveyed my need of her assistance.

Anton shook his head, openly contradicting me.

"I won't be needing your services today, Anton." I pushed him off the bed. "I have no intention of leaving this room. Will you please inform Mica that our lesson will take place in here before supper?"

I made my request while holding the door open for him.

Anton's glare threatened to burn a hole into the side of my face, but I stood unbothered. I need him out so I could think properly. I wasn't ready to tell him about Rita's abilities. Now that I knew he was vulnerable to being taken captive by magical forces, I needed to protect Rita. That meant keeping him in the dark, just in case he fell victim to whatever had possessed him before.

It had to be a powerful force if it managed to place Jezebelle in his bed. The image of them together brought a sour taste to my mouth.

"My lady?"

Rita's voice reminded me I wasn't alone.

"Anton doesn't recall what happened last night, between the time he had left me for supper, until my rebirth from the earth." I patted the cushion next to me and waited for Rita to seat herself. "I'm so lost, what a mess everything has become."

Rita stared at me, alert and listening.

"He shared a bed with my sister," I revealed.

Her calm, silent expression turned into one of disgust.

"He said he had no control-"

"It can only have been magic," she interrupted, sounding completely certain. "I'm sure if I lasted this long undetected, there are others still hiding."

I blanched.

"You mean seers right? Or are witches and Fey included?"

"I don't think you need me to answer that."

"The purge happened centuries ago, how could this be happening?" I slumped in my seat, dreading having to analyze old history.

"When people are forced to behave a certain way, there will always be a handful of souls who refused to be managed. Take me for example."

"Yes, but the purge wasn't done as punishment. The purge was to create equality within the kingdoms. Every seer and Fey in Usue is free to live and pursue happiness. How could that be such a horrible life to accept?" I questioned. Usue was all I knew; I loved my home and refused to let anyone think negatively about it.

"Change is hard to accept. Think of it this way. If you were forced to move to Falema because of your abilities, would you go willingly?" Rita raised her brow at me, a look of all knowing arrogance etched on her face.

"Of course not, I'd put up a strong fight before they could get me anywhere near a ship."

"Well, there you go. Just because you've been taught about a world painted so diligently within the lines, doesn't mean it's what truly exists. I'm sure there are others out there, I just don't know whose side they're playing on."

"Why are there even sides? Can we not just exist neutrally?"

"There will always be good and evil, right and wrong... it's part of life."

"But how can I prove any of this?" I mumbled. "How do I prove that Anton was a victim of magical enchantment?" I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking it would somehow give me the answers I sought.

Through her reflection, I watched Rita bite her lip.

"You said Sir Anton was with you sister, right?"

I nodded.

"Perhaps I might be able to learn something from her." Rita's face turned contemplative. "If she had something to do with your knight's odd behavior, then her desires will reflect that."

"You want to see into Jezebelle's heart?"

Remembering the last meeting I had with Jezebelle, I scoffed. "Good luck, the riff I've created between my sister and I, will be impossible to get by."

"Oh, I won't need your assistance. I have heard the other maids gossiping about how your sister sleeps like a well-fed man... snores and all," she laughed.

"Rita if you get caught-"

"I won't," she squeezed my shoulder. "What are you plans for today?"

My eyes found the Quin arrow resting on top of my bed. I desperately wanted answers, and the only place I knew I would find them was in the spirit world.

"A little research," I answered her.

I rose from my chair as Rita closed the door behind her.

Here goes nothing, I coaxed myself.

I picked up the arrow and walked to the closet. Encasing myself inside, I allowed the darkness to consume me.

"Help me out here," I whispered to the arrow while shifting into my dove form. I counted backwards until sleep took over me.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a poorly lit cave. I had expected to be transported to Quindallen, but the arrow had a plan of its own.

I flew towards the small fire burning at the back of the cave. I had no idea of what I would see, but I couldn't turn back. Before I reached the light, the shadow of a figure bounced off of the wall. The figure was too difficult to make out from just a shadow. I poked my head around the corner of the cave's wall. Knelt before the fire, was a cloaked figure.

The person's hands worked vigorously. I looked closer and realized they were sharpening a piece of wood.

The Quin arrow, I thought.

I was in a memory, the arrow's memory. How I had fallen into the memory of an object, was a mystery. Considering the Great Quin was no ordinary tree, I accepted the oddity and revealed myself to the figure.

The cloaked figure never stopped sharpening the branch. Relief flooded over me, and I daringly ventured closer. The figure's hands were thin and tanned as they worked. The dark cloak had fully covered the person's face, but a shining glimmer from their waist caught my attention. I flew closer, to the point where I was only two feet away from the unknown person. My closeness gave me a good look at the object.

The fire's light reflected off of it.

I retreated a few wings spans back as the Quin dagger revealed itself. The figure was my shooter and a possessor of a Fey's worst enemy. I watched from a distance as fear consumed me. Just when I thought my fear couldn't have gotten worse, the hood of the cloak slipped off of the figure's head, revealing long dark locks of hair.

A woman, I mentally noted.

My shooter was a woman. I studied her every move; the way she held the arrow and the rise and fall of her chest. All those details seemed important for me to remember.

The figure looked in my direction.

I froze, afraid of the slight chance that it wasn't a memory, and I had been made. When my eyes met the dark gold-rimmed eyes of my shooter, I broke concentration, forcing myself to return to reality.

I gasped for air as I shifted back into full state. The closet's cramped space reminded me that I had hidden myself before traveling the spirit world. My face was drenched in sweat, my heart pounding furiously against my ribs. The Quin arrow was held firmly in my hand.

The information I had gathered from my travel was overwhelming, I shuddered as the memories flooded my mind.

My shooter was a woman, and she possessed one of the Quin daggers.

Exhaling my stupefaction, I pushed the doors of the closet open, glad to have the freedom to stretch my legs.

"So we've degraded to shifting inside closets now?"

My head jerked upright at the sound of Anton's voice. He was sitting at the table, his arms folded across his chest. I used my hands to push myself from the closet's floor. Immediately, I fell back into place as the feeling of pins and needles took over my legs. Anton had me in his arms before I had time to attempt to stand again.

He placed me in the chair opposite the one he had just left. I moved to press the circulation back into my legs, but Anton grabbed my hands and folded them across my lap. He knelt in front of me and began massaging my sleepy legs. His hands brought pleasant relief as they moved gently up and down my aching legs.

In an effort to distract myself from enjoying the contact, I averted my eyes, noticing the food sitting on the table.

A nervous energy took over me.

After the lesson with Mica and the monet's mysterious appearance, I was cautious about eating anything offered from Rivong. Summoning my courage, I swiped my hand over the tray. The relief that flooded my body was borderline embarrassing. I checked Anton's tray, finding everything to be in order.

"Thank you, they're fine now," I smiled lightly and then gestured for him to take his seat.

Anton stared at me with an expectant look on his face; he was waiting for a narrative of my findings during my closet excursion.

"For some odd force of Nadia, I'm able to reach the spirit world when I fall asleep in Fey state," I spoke.

"And you did this in a closet because?"

"I thought it was safer than doing it out in the open, especially with the arrow's enchantment," I answered, quickly stuffing my mouth with sprouts.

Anton's eyes were pinned on me, like he was searching for something.

"What?" I self-consciously wiped the corners of my mouth.

"Do you trust me?" he locked his jaw, as if hurt by his question.

Pressing my lips together, I shrugged, not sure whether I did anymore.

He slouched, his shoulders dropping with dejection.

I wanted to help him ease his sorrow, but the truth was, our relationship had changed. Anton's vulnerability to whatever force had possessed him, made him an unstable partner.

"Listen Ant," I braved my urge to run away from the awkward silence. "You admitted to not having control over your actions. I'm a little worried it'll happen again."

"You're right," Anton exhaled.

The sound of his anguish was devastating to my ears.

"We'll figure it out," I sighed, aching to reach across the table and offer him some form of comfort, but that wouldn't have helped the situation. At the end of the day, my life was pledged to serve Nadia. If, by some force of magic, Anton had found himself on the opposing team, I had to keep myself protected.

"What of your spiritual journey?" Anton muttered.

Relieved by the change of subject, I smiled with appreciation. "Well for starters, my shooter is a woman."

"A woman?"

I nodded, letting him soak in the information. "And she happens to be in possession of one of the Great Quin's daggers."

This new bit of information meant both Anton and I had to be careful at every turn. If Nadia's warnings held true, the daggers were capable of killing our kind.

Anton stood abruptly, his chair sliding across the floor noisily.

He paced the room.

"Poppy, I don't like this; us being here, near that kind of weapon."

I felt the same way, but there was no avoiding the inevitable.

"Anton, this is why we're here. Accept it or not, but my life has transformed into the breeding ground for danger."

"If we're staying, then I'm not leaving your side, not for a single moment."

"And what if you're unable to help yourself?" I asked, knowing full well he would take offense.

"Then you find a way to bring me back," he stopped pacing, "Poppy, we are in this together. Don't you dare go off fighting against these forces on your own. If I'm not acting like myself and you can't help me, then you shift and stay hidden until I come for you."

"What if you never come?" I swallowed harshly.

"I will," Anton dropped to his knees in front of me. "Promise me you'll do this?"

Nodding my agreement, I raised my hand and gently stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry for hitting you."

"I deserved a lot more than a slap," he replied.

Anton leaned into my touch.

Taken by surprise, I pulled away from him; afraid that he was able to feel how my pulse had quickened. I searched my mind for something to lighten the mood. A victorious grin graced my lips as I remembered our performance in Rivong's throne room.

"We did pretty well against Rivong's court, wouldn't you say?" I gloated.

"Leave it to you to execute our first tirade with a bang," Anton answered, changing his position so that he sat with his back supported by my legs.

Anton relaxed against me.

It was a weird feeling, having him so carelessly reclined, but I understood his motive. He was trying to cope with everything that had happened. Normally it was Anton who had to comfort me, but with his heart swarming in guilt, I willingly accepted that it was my turn to assure him things were going to work out.

KING PALEO

"You never said anything about my sister being physically harmed," Lady Jezebelle spoke with accusation.

She sat across from me, her arms folded across her chest. It took every ounce of my restraint to keep me from perjuring myself and revealing the sorcerer's participation.

Instead, I held Jezebelle's gaze.

"That was out of my hands," I muttered.

I knew the moment Jezebelle had joined ranks with me, her sister's days were numbered. Everything seemed to have easily fallen into place, but the witch failed; complicating things to a different level of impossible.

"How do you expect me to convince Poppiena that marrying your son is a possibility, when she no longer trusts me, not to mention the rift your deception has caused between her and your son."

Jezebelle slammed her fist on my desk, intensifying the glare she shot at me.

"That's not my problem. You were supposed to sink your fingers into her knight. Last I checked, Lady Poppiena is having supper with him, this very moment."

I shifted uncomfortably because of Jezebelle's icy stare. For a woman, Usue's eldest had an alarming ferocity about her. It made me question her sanity; she was borderline crazy.

"Figure out how you're going to fix this," I ordered, trying to stay ahead of her.

"I can't. You nearly had my sister killed. Do you understand the danger your plan could have caused if whoever you hired to assassinate Poppiena had succeeded?" Jezebelle paused, her eyes narrowing. "All five kingdoms have been prophesized to fall. Don't believe for a second that yours is excluded."

Her words resonated within me. The deal I had made with the sorcerer guaranteed my bloodline's reign over Rivong for centuries. I wasn't entirely certain that deal also protected me from the Chosen One's destiny.

Holding my ground, I straightened in my seat. "Who's to say the future can't be changed?"

"Seemoto is never wrong." Jezebelle rolled her eyes.

Her adolescent gesture sent my blood boiling.

"Who are you working with?" she asked. "I know it's a sorcerer, a novice one if I might add. Whoever it is, they've made a complete massacre of things. It'll take a miracle to get Poppiena in the same room with your son, now."

I measured the situation.

Jezebelle was right, the trust between Deanamo and Poppiena had been broken. While she mentioned a miracle, all I had up my sleeve was the witch's magic, but even that seemed unreliable now.

"I agreed to conspire with you to keep you silent about Sir Anton's knighthood, not in exchange for my sister's life," she muttered.

"Take heed," I scoffed. "Someone might believe you actually cared about you sister."

"What gave you the idea that I didn't?"

Jezebelle's cockiness reminded me of my own as a young boy. Having a father like King Tirus had shaped her into a monster of a person. She was a puzzle that I was still trying to solve, but I had my finger on her weakness, and that was all that mattered.

"Don't make the mistake of assuming my wanting of Sir Anton, as permission to hurt Poppiena. Our agreement was made with the premise that a marriage would result, not a funeral," she stated.

I opened my mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. Beneath my robe, a burning sensation stung my skin. Keeping my expression from revealing my discomfort, I stood and walked to the door. "Two days remain before your ship sets sail. I suggest you uphold your end of the deal."

Upon her exit, I secured the door, and then quickly pulled the amulet away from my skin.

"What?" I snarled at the offending object.

This is your last chance, the sorcerer's angry voice filled my head.

"I gave you your opportunity, don't get cross with me because you failed," I countered.

Your tone displeases me. Shall I send your wife's soul into the abyss of Hector's underworld?

"No!" I exclaimed as remorse flooded my body. "Tell me what you want me to do, I'll do it."

Give the sister what remains in the vial. Once the Chosen One has fallen asleep, tell her to use it on the Knight. If she fails to have him speak the oath this time, I will exterminate everything you hold dear.

I gulped in fear. The amulet lost its glow, releasing my thoughts from its hold. I opened the drawer to my desk and took out the remaining potion the witch had conjured.

The small vial and an arrogant girl, were the only lifelines I had left. If it weren't Nadia's child I was ordered to ruin, I would've prayed to the god of life. Yet, as it stood, I had no deity to confide in. My soul and that of my wife's, had been signed over to evil, I was alone.

DEANAMO

After hours of restless sleep, I found myself overcome with fear. My fear began the moment I had witnessed Poppiena root her sister to the floor. The way everything played out following Poppiena's act of sisterly retribution, had frightened me so much that I was forced to call upon Mica for a tonic to ease my anxiety.

I knew Poppiena was powerful, but the threat she posed proved stronger that any kingdoms' army. When she caught my father's attempt to use his bowman, I felt everything inside me stall. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that her conjured weapon would've killed my father before the bowman had time to release his strung arrow. Sir Anton had effortlessly taken control over my father's champion, effectively proving that the rumors I had heard of him, were in fact true.

Watching how perfectly Poppiena and her Knight worked as a team, had made me jealous. I could never have that sort of connection with her, even if I dedicated myself to bulking up and body strengthening. Sir Anton held powers that I was no match against.

Still, even after all that I had witnessed, my heart was tangled in love with her. I ached to see her. She had coldly accepted me before the court meeting; our relationship had changed. I had spent every moment since she had resurrected from the earth, trying to figure out how to prove my loyalty and love to her. But, without her trust, it was hopeless.

I needed an opportunity to prove my worth. The thought of living without Poppiena, crippled my heart. There was nothing I wasn't willing to surrender for her, even if that meant Rivong. Something about the way she demanded attention, yet humbled at the will of Nadia, enslaved my soul.

In reality, I stood no chance with her. I was human; a man with nothing but good health to depend on if I wanted to live ninety years of life, at the most. Being without Fey blood made me the least suitable to be Poppiena's partner.

The prophecy had foretold her death. I have no guarantee of when that would happen; I could die before Poppiena ever fulfilled her purpose. Old age would find me, and she would still be young and beautiful. Even with all the odds against me, I refused to give up.

I loved her, dangerously.

The pounding against my chest was all the proof I needed that Poppiena was the only woman for me. I had to remain optimistic and believe in love.

My thoughts had consumed me all morning. I shrugged on my coat, determined to get some air to clear my head. The palace had gone into a frenzy trying to find the culprit responsible for Poppiena's near assassination. After she had stormed the court, no one questioned the violent wrath awaiting all of Rivong if her shooter was not located in time.

Flanked by my guards, I stepped out of the castle and let the soft, sprinkling shower hit me. I tilted my head to the heavens, allowing Nadia's offering to cool my troubled heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy."

I heard her voice, the voice that invaded my every thought. I exhaled in frustration, hating that my imagination consumed me to the point of believing I had heard her voice. I opened my eyes to continue towards the stables, but my body froze.

Poppiena stood a few feet away from me, her perfect violet eyes appeared spirit-like under the misty sky.

I raked my mind for something intelligent to say.

"Please, excuse us," she ducked her head.

She's leaving, I mentally panicked. "Stay," I forced the word out of my mouth, "Please."

Her eyes widened; she looked contemplative.

Poppiena turned her head, drawing my attention to the figure behind the sculpted bush.

Anton was with her.

I schooled my features to mask my jealousy. The Fey's ability to see one's alamo, never ceased to embarrass me. I knew, no matter how hard I tried, my emotions were on clear display for Poppiena and her knight to see.

"Anton, may I stay?" Poppiena turned and asked Anton.

He glared at me, but that was nothing new. After his violent attack on my father's champion, I considered my rank as prince, a useless defense. Anton would heed for no one when Poppiena was involved.

I held my breath, taking in the whispered conversation between Poppiena and her guard. When she returned her gaze to me, she was smiling. It was small and guarded, but it warmed my fearful heart.

"Where were you off to?" she asked.

"The stables. The palace has become suffocating. I thought a ride around the orchard would do some good," I replied. "Would you like to accompany me?"

Once again, Poppiena turned to Anton. Before all the chaos, Poppiena had been easier to speak to without Anton's interference. Now it seemed as if nothing could be done without it.

"May Anton join us?" she said, a soft sweetness in her voice.

I wanted to say no, but I cherished my life. If the cost of spending time with Poppiena meant Anton had to tag along, I was more than willing to pay it.

"Right this way," I nodded, moving to walk beside her.

I dismissed my guards to trail behind Anton. We walked the short distance in silence, awkward silence. I sensed Poppiena wanted to say something, but whenever I glanced at her, she averted her eyes and continued with her silence. Self-conscious of my alamo, I sunk into the silence like a coward.

I longed to hold her hand; assure her that I could be trusted, but my courage had failed me. Having her knight trailing behind, deepened my inability to speak my mind. As we approached the stable, I couldn't avoid having to speak.

"Will you ride?" I question. She and Anton had yet to use my offered carriages; I didn't want to assume they would be inclined to ride a horse.

Receiving an affirmative nod from her, I waited for the groomsman to fasten the saddle of Poppiena's horse. Seeing my opportunity to make a move, I held out my hands; forming a step for her to mount the animal.

To my dismay, Poppiena had reverted to a Usuean approved gown. It was probably best; a clothed Poppiena was much easier for me to behave around.

Mounting my horse, I turned towards the pathway leading to the orchard.

"Your grace," I heard my groomsman call out. When I faced him, I saw that Anton had refused the horse that had been prepared.

Poppiena cleared her throat, "Please proceed, Anton will follow on foot."

"It's quite some distance," I replied, eyeing him cautiously.

Anton handed Poppiena the reins of her horse.

I saw her give him a nod.

Anton's expression altered as he stepped away from the horse.

Instinctively, I clutched the reins I held, tighter.

Without warning, Anton whipped his head left then right. Suddenly, a white furred beast took the place of the man.

I nearly fell from my horse because I was so shocked. I looked towards Poppiena for an explanation, but she only shrugged.

Never in my twenty-five years of life had I witnessed such a transformation, yet Poppiena barely reacted.

Poppiena's voice broke me from my shock.

"He'll keep up just fine."

Nudging my horse forward, I used the distance between us to school my breathing. I had heard stories about the Fey and their shifted forms, but I had never dreamt I would witness an actual shift.

Anton's transformation had made the reality of our differences hit home.

"My apologies if that frightened you," Poppiena whispered, pulling up beside my horse.

"I'm not frieht-" I cut myself short. Her expression told me, my alamo had given me away.

"The Fey never use other animals for transportation. It's a bit awkward don't you think?"

"But you..."

"Trust me, I feel uncomfortable riding Milton, but he assured me it was alright," she smirked while gently stroking the horse's mane.

The look on her face was teasing.

Glancing down at the furred white beast beside Poppiena's horse, I leaned towards her. "Can he hear us?"

She laughed and the sound flowed straight to my heart.

"Yes, even the slightest of whispers rings loud in his ears."

I blanched.

"If I were to shift, Anton and I would be able to communicate telepathically."

Poppiena seemed amused by my discomfort.

"Do all Fey look like him?" I swallowed harshly. Even as a Fey, Anton looked terrifying. His white figure stood out with a shocking boldness against the green of Rivong's forest.

"Actually, Anton is the only pure white Fey; at least that I've ever met."

Another thing that bound them, I thought to myself.

"Any idea why?" I pushed my horse a little faster.

The beast grunted and his nostrils flared.

Poppiena stared down at Anton, her expression appeared scolding. "Anton's rightful home kingdom is Arcae. He was brought during the purge."

Searching my brain for the history of the kingdoms, I remembered the lessons about the first legislative gathering of the Guild of Order. Only two gatherings had ever occurred; the one regarding individual kingdom sovereignty and the second one occurred eighteen years ago.

"Were his parents not with him?" I whispered, my attempt at secrecy useless against Anton's all-hearing ears.

I mistakenly glanced at him.

Anton glared at me.

I quickly turned my eyes forward, sure that in all the kingdoms no eyes possessed the strength of his coldness.

"I know nothing else," Poppiena shrugged.

I wanted to press the conversation further, but the gasp that escaped her lips had distracted me. I searched her face to discover the cause of her outburst.

Poppiena jumped off her horse and sighed.

"This must be what pure bliss looks like."

POPPIENA

The orchard was breathtaking. Having grown up running around Usue's fields, I was well aware of the glory my homeland's orchards held, but Rivong's year round spring fields possessed miles of beauty. There was no comparison between the two. The orchard was bustling with Rivongians picking and tending to the trees and bushes.

I smiled appreciatively at Deanamo, "How is it that you don't spend every waking moment here?"

"I'm glad you're pleased," he muttered.

"Pleased?" I arched my head towards the sky, "I feel so blessed to have witnessed such a sight."

Anton moved, brushing against the skirts of my dress. Dropping to my knees, I stared into his eyes.

"I think these fields are much lovelier than the ones we have back home, don't you agree?" I ruffled his ears and pinched his cheeks.

Anton shook his head.

"Well, your opinion is one sided," I mumbled, playfully slapping his head. I preferred Anton in Fey state; he allowed me liberties that I wouldn't have been able to get away with elsewise.

I urged Anton to explore the rows of fruits. We had agreed that if he let me join Deanamo, he would use the opportunity to roam the natives and see if any gossip regarding my shooter, popped up.

"Come," Deanamo spoke, holding his hand out towards me.

I had sensed his nervousness during our ride, but he seemed to have relaxed once we arrived at the orchard. Although I deemed our relationship a mistake, the hopeful nature of his alamo made me question my decision.

In reality, Deanamo had never been given a course regarding my life. I had forced him into a position that he wasn't properly prepared to take on. It was an unfair assumption for me to have believed he wasn't capable of being someone I could trust with my life.

Our ride to the orchard was spent awkwardly, but once I warmed up to him, I found myself forgiving him with every second we spent together. Loathing my inability to control my girl like tendencies, I couldn't deny that my fingers twitched to be connected with his.

Deanamo lifted his free hand and pointed to a tree. "These are-"

"Carbonates," I cut him off.

Thanks to Mica, I knew every piece of fruit in the orchard. The surprised look on Deanamo's face was worth the hours of private lesson with Mica.

"How?" he frowned with an expression of confusion.

"Your poisons expert is very diligent in his instruction of Rivong's offerings," I admitted.

"And how do you find the kingdom?"

I pressed my lips together. The answer to Deanamo's question wasn't simple. The land and its offerings were amazing, but the fact that my life had been threatened within Rivong's borders, tainted my opinion of the kingdom. Out of instinct, I searched the orchard for Anton. He was roaming the rows of fruit bushes not too far from where Deanamo and I had taken rest at.

"I think you have a fine kingdom," I muttered. "Your father has done well in its management; Rivong's prosperity is rich and plentiful."

"Did you just compliment my father?"

I paused.

Making small talk with Deanamo seemed foolish. There were issues between us that needed to be talked about, yet neither of us made a move to address them.

I sighed and took the plunge.

"Why didn't you listen to me when I told you about the light in the forest?"

The words had shot from my mouth before my brain had time to process them. I closed my eyes, scared that my question had offended him. I braced myself for his excuses, but nothing but the normal bustle of the orchard could be heard.

Deanamo sat stiffly, his eyes focused on something or nothing, in the distance, I wasn't sure. His breathing was labored, and his lips were pressed in a firm line. He sat in that attitude for some time. Deanamo looked disappointed, even slightly ashamed.

Cursing myself for not keeping silent, I brought my knees to my chest and placed my hand on the tree's trunk so I could stand.

"We don't experience those kinds of things here," Deanamo's voice halted me. "The whole magic and shifting thing, those are foreign to this land."

I held my breath, Deanamo had said exactly what I knew was true.

"When I saw all the blood, I panicked," he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. "All I knew was the woman I cared deeply for, was hurt, and I needed to save her."

"That was a mistake; thinking that you could save me. I am the daughter of Nadia, born to be the salvation for the people," I hissed. My breathing turned deep and harsh. I refused to meet his eyes, "Deanamo, I'm supposed to save you."

"I don't want you to die," he countered. "Not for me and not for anyone else."

I winced as his words hit me, but my reply came out just as brute.

"I have no control over what Nadia has ordered."

"So you're forbidden to hope?" he retorted. "Are you not allowed to be happy... what of love, marriage, and children?"

"Those sentiments are what I will die for," I answered. "Fulfilling my destiny will guarantee those principles remain protected."

"While you're concerned about saving everyone, who's going to save you?" Deanamo scooted closer to me, his hands finding mine.

"I told you, I don't need to be saved," I pulled away. The passion in his eyes threatened to kill my restraint; I had to keep a clear head.

"You may not believe so, but I know how I feel. If you would just give me the opportunity to show you how I can save you."

Deanamo gently cupped my face.

"What exactly do I need rescuing from?" I whispered, holding his gaze.

"Loneliness, sorrow, fear," he leaned his head against mine. "Choose any emotional depression and I swear, the intensity of my love will liberate all that threatens to consume you."

"You're offering me deliverance, in the form of your love?"

"It is all I can humanly give you."

I gasped.

The strength of his alamo took hold of me. It clouded around me, almost as if it held the ability to shield us from the world. My body acted on its own as it pulled away from him. The air that surrounded me was too thick; suffocating. I gripped the tree to assist me to my feet.

"Anton," I called out faintly.

Not a second had passed before Anton's Fey form was next to me. I dug my fingers into his soft coat, the familiar texture calmed my racing pulse. I sensed Deanamo's eyes searching mine, but I refused to give him any inclination that I wanted everything he offered me. It was unfair for me to accept. Love was something that would complicate my purpose. The incident on the river was a prime example of what distractions could cost me.

Backing away from the tree, I bowed my head. "Thank you for allowing us to intrude on your haven. Sir Anton and I will find our way back to the palace."

I knew the sound of Deanamo's voice would force me into tears.

Without waiting for Anton, I turned and shifted. I flew high, above the trees, away from the land and towards the heavens, to Nadia. My flight gave me nothing to relieve my heart of its pain. I wanted the man; the one who offered me the prospect of hope, the one who opened my eyes to the idea of happiness, and the one who offered me love. I wanted Deanamo.

Poppy, you're too far, Anton's voice echoed through my mind. I ignored him, shutting him out of my thoughts. I ascended into the clouds, hoping they would hide my weakened spirit.

In the past, I had complained and rebelled against the rules set against me, but if I had listened, I would've saved myself from heartache. I felt utter desolation as my flight took me to desperate heights. Love was the one rule I couldn't break. It wasn't because I believed loving Deanamo was impossible. It was because my love would be unfair. My path in life was set in stone, to love another would be an act of selfishness; a human emotion I had to deny myself.

Poppy, please, let me in, Anton pushed through to me.

I relaxed into a steady glide. I wanted something I couldn't have. The thought of never feeling Deanamo's love, was a direct blow to my heart.

Water grazed my feathers.

For a moment, I thought I had done the impossible and had shed tears, but my whole body felt the pelting drops. Tilting my head, I realized it was Nadia. The energy surrounding the rain broke my heart into further devastation.

Nadia wept.

She cried, and it was for me.

I landed on the cliff Anton had shown me. Shifting into full state, I curled myself into a ball, letting Nadia's tears pound against my skin. Her tears blended with my tears, sending my grief into the deaf world I was born a slave to.

I cried for the love that I would never feel, for the pain Deanamo would endure, and for the first time, I cried because I was destined to die.

Accustomed to Anton's presence, I felt him approach me from behind, but I remained unmoved and curled into myself.

Anton nuzzled his snout under my arm, his comforting gesture sending my tears into an uncontrollable state.

Once his warmth had effectively pulled my broken spirit into place, I wiped my tears and turned my eyes to Nadia.

"Forgive me, mother," I whispered.

Anton's eyes pleaded me to speak to him, but I was too embarrassed to admit I had cried for love. Instead, I hugged him around the neck.

"Race me to the palace?" I challenged.

Displacing my feelings was the only method I deemed effective enough in sustaining my sanity.

Anton paused. I knew he wanted an explanation.

I shook my head and then shifted.

Immediately I felt him trying to communicate.

Ready, go! I allowed him the single thought.

One thing I could always count on was Anton's pride when it came to my challenging nature while in Fey state. It was the only circumstance where he never held back against me.

Did he hurt you? Anton asked.

No. I gave him a short answer.

I cut through the trees, trying to close the gap between us.

Why did you run away?

His question caused me to miss a stroke in my rhythm. The answer was simple, but I feared admitting it would've caused me severe damage.

I change my mind, let's go see what Mica's up to, I said.

Redirecting my flight path to the triangular building, I placed all my concentration in flying towards Mica's study. The connecting bridge came into view. I nearly reached the rope when I saw Anton prodding onto the bridge, securing his victory.

"Are you sure you aren't magically gifted with speed?" I teased while smoothing out the wrinkles shifting had caused to my dress.

"Why did you run?" Anton asked, clearly unmoved by my attempt to divert his attention.

"He didn't hurt me," I spoke in defense of Deanamo. "But I'm not too certain he'll say the same about me."

Anton's expression remained unconvinced.

"I don't want to talk about it," I huffed, walking past him and pushing my way into Mica's study.

"Good you're here," Mica greeted.

"You were expecting me?" I frowned in confusion.

"A golden bird told me to do this."

Mica held up a vial.

Before I had time to react, Mica drank its contents.

I shrieked, "Mica what have you done!"

Racing to his side, I tried to support his weight, but I was unable to keep him from falling to the ground. My body shook with panic. Anton knelt beside me, anchoring Mica's trembling body to the floor.

I grabbed the empty vial and swiped my hand over its brim. Citrus... carbonate, I suspected, but there was more. There was a horrid stench. Fungus... bilred. A sharp sweetness that caused me to drop the vial to the floor. The sound of it cracking brought me back into focus.

"Monet," I shuddered.

I jumped to my feet, searching for Mica's antidote book.

"It's not here," I shouted, tossing every book I could find onto the floor.

"Poppy, hurry," Anton ordered.

"I can't find it."

Every part of Mica's study had been searched, but the book was nowhere to be found. My heart pounded against my ribs. The sight of Mica's poisoned body, created a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Mica was foaming at the mouth with his eyes rolled back, he was dying.

"Anton, I don't know what to do!"

I raked my fingers through my hair as the feeling of helplessness consumed me.

"Why would he knowingly poison himself?" Anton growled.

"I don't know. Mica had said a golden dove told him to do it-" I paused, cutting myself short.

Nadia, I realized.

Immediately, I fell to my knees, next to Mica. I placed my hands on the side of his head, cradling his face.

"What are you doing?" Anton muttered.

Mica's body jerked in different directions.

"Nadia, give me strength," I whispered. I had no idea what I was doing. The only thing I knew was Mica was dying. Despite my hesitation, my body flooded with confidence. I knew I could save him. Pressing my head against Mica's, I hovered just a hair's breath away from his lips.

I inhaled, taking Mica's last breath.

The breath I had stolen, held the answers I sought.

As the poison filled my body, Mica's thoughts became mine. My limbs felt weak as life escaped me. The last image I had processed before everything went black was Anton's blue eyes, wide and filled with worry.

When light entered my thoughts, I saw Nadia hovering above Mica as he conjured the poison. The image flashed to Mica on a ship. It was as if I retraced his memories. Then there was land, covered with leaves of autumn. I knew it was autumn because Usue looked the same way, one-quarter of the year. But the place we arrived at wasn't Usue; it was a place I had never seen before, Falema.

Suddenly I stood in a dark room. The walls were thin, and the furniture was beaten up and rugged. In the corner of the room, there was a little girl crouched with a doll in her arms. She looked frightened.

Then there was Mica, held by the throat, his back forced against the wall. The dark figure holding him captive had struck him. A woman, resembling Mica, tried to pull the man away, but she was easily thrown across the room. Her distraction gave Mica room to escape. Mica grabbed an object near him, and then he struck the dark figure across the head. The man fell to the floor, motionless, dead.

The images in my head veered back to Mica's figure aboard the ship, but this time I noticed he was chained.

Everything fell into perspective.

Mica was a slave, brought from Falema and sold to Rivong. It was no wonder he didn't fit the appearance of the people of Rivong, he wasn't Rivongian.

Mica was Falemian.

DEANAMO

"I wish to see the princess," I spoke, addressing the guards standing in front of Poppiena's suite.

They ignored me.

"The both of you are relieved until further notice," Jezebelle ordered, swiping her hand at the guards.

The two guards quickly obeyed.

"This is my palace, why was I ignored and not you?"

Jezebelle smirked. "Ply and Raymond, were handpicked by Sir Anton. Aside from him, they will only answer to Usue's royal family."

Examining Anton's men, I took notice of the intensity of their eyes.

"Are they..." I mumbled, not knowing how to politely address my assumption.

"Fey?" Jezebelle finished.

I nodded.

"Of course they are," Jezebelle lightly chuckled. "Although Sir Anton is more than capable of managing Poppiena, my sister has a track record of being reckless. The extra guards are an added measure for when she decides she wants to break the rules while Sir Anton is occupied elsewhere."

"But those men rode in the carriage," I replied, trying to understand how I had missed the signs giving away that the guards were Fey.

"They had to keep up the ruse," Jezebelle replied, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "The Fey aren't allowed outside of Usue. The contract drawn regarding Poppiena's excursion of the kingdoms, only permitted her and Anton to leave Usue."

"Why would you reveal this to me? Isn't the contract now void because of Usue's deceit?"

"Considering my sister was nearly assassinated, I see no reason to keep our guards identities hidden. All it would take is my sworn statement, and Rivong will stand trial for endangering the Chosen One."

Hearing Jezebelle casually threaten my kingdom, was slightly disturbing.

In the past week, I had never truly engaged Jezebelle in conversation; she held an unpleasant aura about her.

I was surprised when she had invited me to accompany her to Poppiena's suite. Even after our shared carriage rides together, I didn't think our acquaintance was close enough for her to have approached me, but still I was grateful.

Hearing that Poppiena had saved the poisons master and then fainted, made my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. The way she had left things between us, shattered me. I knew she ran out of fear and duty, but it had hurt all the same.

Poppiena was set on distancing herself from me, but I had to try again. With her departure only a day away, my time was running out.

We entered Poppiena's suite.

Anton stood once Poppiena's maid had escorted us into the bedroom.

"Princess," he greeted Jezebelle.

Anton silently acknowledged my presence, but I wasn't focused on him. My eyes were pinned on Poppiena's unconscious form. I walked to the side of the bed and settled down on its edge.

"Are the healers certain nothing else can be done?" I asked, reaching out to grasp her hand.

"Don't touch her," Anton grunted.

"Anton!" Jezebelle scolded. She walked over to Poppiena's side table where a basin of water sat. She filled a cup and then held it out to him. "Let Lord Deanamo have a few moments with Poppiena."

I watched her silently urge Anton to drink.

It was odd that Jezebelle was more interested in Anton's thirst, rather than her unconscious sister.

"Come," Jezebelle took hold of Anton's arm. "The king mentioned something about Poppiena's shooter."

Jezebelle was staring at Anton in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

Unbelievably, Anton followed her out of the room, without so much as glancing in my direction.

The moment the doors closed, I took hold of Poppiena's hand, using my free hand to stroke her silky white hair.

"Poppy, please wake soon," I spoke. "I haven't told you how much you've changed my life. Or how much of a love struck fool I am. Aren't you curious?" I waited for her to nod or smile, but she didn't move a single muscle. I positioned myself to sit next to her, with my back against the headboard.

"Funny thing is... I've done a number of foolish things because of love. Remember that book I read you, well it's currently tucked under my pillow. I leave it there as a reminder of the way your eyes watched me, as I read to you."

I quietly laughed at myself.

"I even went as far as begging your maid to steal one of your linen napkins so I can carry a small token of you around with me. I don't know what sort of hold you have on her, but she is quite loyal. She refused me, even after I offered her more jewels than she could carry. And if I haven't embarrassed myself enough..."

I brought Poppiena's hand to my lips.

"I love you, more than I love Rivong," I whispered.

My lips never separated from her hand. It was my silent plea for her to return to me. Although Poppiena was never mine, knowing she lived, was the movement behind my hope for our future.

"Dean," Poppiena stirred beside me.

I whipped my head up as my name slipped from her lips. She had called out for me and not her knight. I took her face between my hands, desperately searching for the woman I loved. When Poppiena's violet eyes had locked with mine, I knew she had returned.

"You're awake," I sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry," she said in a faint voice.

I kept a firm hold on Poppiena's hand, afraid that she would strip me of that comfort without warning.

Silence had enveloped us.

It was Poppiena who broke that silence.

"Did you really ask Rita for a handkerchief?"

I laughed.

Although I was a bit embarrassed that she had heard my confession, my passion for her was something I was no longer able to control.

"Did you not hear the part where I said I loved you more than my kingdom?" I joked.

"Whatever will Rivong do without its most loyal admirer?"

The teasing in her voice relieved my troubled thoughts.

"She'll survive," I muttered, tightening the hold I had on her hand. "Does this mean you've accepted my heart?"

Poppiena nodded. "But please don't offer up your kingdom. You're an intelligent man, Rivong needs that trait in a ruler." She wrapped her arms around my neck.

Gone with pure delight, I embraced her.

"What has become of Mica?" she pulled away, worry etched across her brow.

"He's been locked inside his study," I smirked. "I think Sir Anton scolded him so severely, my poor poisons expert is regretting his very existence."

"Anton," Poppiena gasped, her eyes frantically searching around the room.

Forcing down my jealousy, I stood and walked towards her side table. I filled a cup with water and held the cup to her lips.

"Drink, you've been out since midday yesterday."

"It's been a whole day?" Poppiena pushed the cup away without taking a sip.

"Yes, I've spent an entire day in grief. Poppy, don't you ever scare me like that again. That's twice now that I've almost died from worry."

"I promise, I will let you know before I decide to do anything that involves me channeling Nadia," she smiled. "Shall we seal that agreement?"

I arched my brow, suspicious about what sealing such a promise would entail.

"Drink," she beckoned me.

"We are agreeing with a sip of water?"

My inquiry was rewarded with a firm hit on the shoulder.

"Drinking from the same cup signals understanding and acceptance," Poppiena stated.

"What does eating from the same fork signify?" I joked.

Poppiena glared at me.

I lifted my free hand in surrender and brought the cup to my lips. Our eyes locked, but just as the water flowed past my lips, Poppiena's gaze drifted over my shoulder.

POPPIENA

"Rita?" I muttered.

Just over Deanamo's shoulder, I saw Rita enter the room, a frightened look covering her face.

"My Lady, come quick," she panted.

I threw the covers off and jumped to my feet. It took a second for my legs to understand they were being called to use. Once I was stable, I followed Rita outside.

"What has happened?" I asked, pushing my lightheadedness away. Rita's frantic state had stunned me. My personal pain was shoved to the bottom of my list of priorities.

Rita stopped just short of the throne room.

Outside of the room, blocking its doors, stood a gang of six guards. Confusion showered me. Six guards seemed unnecessary for only one set of double doors.

As if she had sensed my thoughts, Rita spoke.

"They've been ordered to keep you from entering."

"Why?" I shriek, a little louder than I should have. My reaction had gained the guards attention.

They straightened, but did nothing else.

I pulled Rita out of their view.

"Your sister has made an agreement with the king," she whispered. "They mean to tie you to Rivong, with marriage."

"Where did you learn this?"

"I have seen your sister's heart." Rita squeezed my hand, "I fear if you don't hurry, she will succeed."

I had heard enough and I approached the guards.

"Open the doors," I ordered.

The guard closest to me stepped forward. "My apologies, your grace, but private matters of Rivong are being discussed."

"Move, or I'll do it for you," I threatened, but my words fell on deaf ears.

My hand trembled with unreleased rage. Rivong had wronged me and yet, six guards were ordered to deny me entrance to the throne room.

I accepted their challenge.

Flicking my wrist, I beckoned the wooden bench from across the hall. The bench collided with the guard who had spoken. When he fell to the ground, I conjured the shattered wood and aimed it at the remaining five men.

I had easily succeeded in disarming the competitors of Raylon, these guards didn't seem any different.

All at once, the guards charged at me. I shot the manipulated wood into the stomach of one, letting the force of its blow knock him into his companion. When they crashed to the floor, I pulled at Nadia's energy, allowing her roots to hold them in place. I glanced up to study my next attacker, but his arm was already mid-air. I weaved back, nearly tripping over my own feet. I looked around for the closest earthly element I could call on. The only thing that was made of wood was the staircase's banister.

That'll have to do, I thought.

It took a simple twirl of my two fingers, and the rail ripped from its hold. I used the wood as an extension of my arm, swinging it strategically at the remaining guards. One of the guards swung his sword at me, but I blocked it with my wooden arm, successfully disarming him as the sword lodged into my wooden armor. My amazement at the effectiveness of my conjured protection had distracted me. Before I knew it, my arms were taken captive and harshly crossed behind my back. I used all the force within my body to try and break free, but the guard's other arm was around my neck. I was stuck in the crook of his arm, my air supply firmly cut off. I only had two guards left to take out, but the sight of sporadic dots made me aware that my predicament wasn't a favorable one.

"We could have done this quietly," the other remaining guard taunted.

The point of his sword was pressed into my stomach.

I tried to keep him in focus, but my lack of oxygen blurred my vision. I opened my mouth as a last attempt for air.

Suddenly, the guard holding the sword against my stomach, fell to the floor and Rita eyed me with a horrorstruck look on her face. Her distraction had loosened the grip around my neck. I forced my elbow back, slamming it into my capture's ribs. When he hunched over, I raised my knee into his chin. As he dropped to the floor, I finally allowed myself the opportunity to fill my lungs with air.

The six guards were sprawled on the floor.

I sent a look of gratitude towards Rita. Her innocent shrug gave me a sense of security, she deserved my trust.

Remembering the task at hand, I let the racing of my pulse fuel my anger.

Flinging my hands at the doors of the throne room, I detached them from their hinges, letting them crash to the floor with a loud echoing thud.

My destruction had shaken the palace.

When I entered the throne room, I wasn't sure what to expect, but the sight that had graced me was worse than I could've imagined.

"Anton, speak the oath!" Jezebelle yelled.

Her voice was filled with panic as she stood before the king and queen of Rivong, with Anton kneeling before her.

"You're not welcomed in this meeting!" King Paleo exclaimed.

I had no patience to address his useless attempt at provoking fear. I marched towards Jezebelle, my fist balled and ready to strike her.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

Jezebelle was trembling. She stared at me, but then her gaze drifted over my shoulder.

I followed her line of sight.

Deanamo had entered the room, but he seemed oblivious to what was going on. His eyes were pinned on Jezebelle.

"Anton, get up," I ordered. Confusion consumed me as I stared down at my knight.

"He is not bound to you," Rita mumbled.

I cranked my head in her direction, my expression commanding her to explain.

"You have never asked him to serve you." Rita spoke every word like she was trying to make things easy for me to understand, but I still had no clue what was going on.

I blinked, rapidly, desperately trying to grasp understanding.

Rita's eyes moved from my face to Anton's kneeling form. I dug my fingers into his hair and forced his head back.

I became aware of the situation.

Anton was once again a victim of magic. The fierce blue eyes I knew so well were gone. In their place were black orbs as dark as night.

"What have you done?" I shot accusing eyes at Jezebelle, only to have her encircle my wrist and yank Anton from my grasp.

"Leave him," she shouted. "Because of you, Anton will never accept me. He has convinced himself that his purpose in life is to be your protector. He is a man, Poppy. Men need love and affection from us, women. He'll never let himself feel those things because of you. Have you no compassion for his desires?"

I ignored her rant.

The moment her skin touched mine, an internal bubble of rage exploded. I didn't have to conjure Nadia's essence; it flew into my grasp in abundance. I had no control over the havoc I launched against the room. The marble floor split down the middle as the roots of the tree that made up the throne, rose. No corner was left untouched as I threw my hands in different directions. The intensity of the anger inside me had released itself. I was too consumed to attempt to rein it in, but a small part of me held onto reality. It was through that connection that I heard something alarming.

A sharp energy pierced through the thick air of terror I had created.

The blade was coming for me.

I pulled King Paleo's throne from its position, using it to form a wooden body of armor around myself. The force of the sharp instrument hitting my armor shocked me. I unshielded myself, understanding without even looking at it, that the thrown blade was a Quin dagger. I pulled the dagger free and aimed the weapon in the direction it had been released from.

The corner of the room was dark, but I sensed a presence lurking in the darkness.

Once my sight had adjusted, I let my shock consume me. The darkness had caused the figure's gold-rimmed eyes to stand out perfectly.

My shooter, I shuddered.

Still poised and ready to release the dagger, I took a step to increase the power of the dagger's flight, but I stopped myself from executing the sorcerer's death.

Something glimmering on my shooter's arm had caught my attention. I would've known the jeweled piece even if it were group with hundreds of other armlets.

The sorcerer was wearing Anton's armlet.

When I lifted my eyes to meet hers, I realized my hesitation had given her the opportunity to escape.

The connection I held with Nadia vanished.

I slumped to the ground, my body losing all the support she had offered me. Aside from my panting, the room was silent. Rita was beside me, trying to rehabilitate my exhaustion.

"Ask him now!" King Paleo shouted, his voice echoing throughout the wreckage I had made of the room.

"Speak the oath," Jezebelle mumbled.

I couldn't see Anton's face, but his stiff posture told me, he was not yet himself. The promise I had made him covered me in guilt. I had nothing left to offer him as an incentive to return to me.

With the last of my energy, I reached out and placed my hand on his arm.

"Anton, please don't," I pleaded softly.

"I pledge my life in service of Princess Jezebelle Moabe-"

"NO!" King Paleo roared.

My eyes widen at his reaction. He was the one who had ordered for Jezebelle to make the offer, why he made such an outburst had confused me.

King Paleo weaved his way around the mess I had made. My eyes followed him. He rushed towards the exit, and then I realized he was running to Deanamo, who for some odd reason was kneeling. Once King Paleo had reached Deanamo, his hands flew to his son's mouth. It hit me, Deanamo was the one speaking, not Anton. I felt my heart crushing into a million pieces.

My Deanamo had spoken the oath.

King Paleo had covered Deanamo's mouth, but it was too late, the pledge had been spoken.

I watched the king fall to his knees. I felt like I had invaded a vulnerable moment between father and son.

I turned away. My eyes drifted towards the cracked marbled floor. I noticed that a dark talisman was lying next to the king's legs.

Discreetly, I used a piece of Nadia's essence to bring the discarded artifact towards me. The moment I clutched the piece in my hand, I became certain of its purpose, I had advisor Lang to thank for that. Because of his extensive lessons regarding Fey history, I had seen hundreds of artifacts that resembled the one I held.

Courage flooded my body.

Letting Rita assist me to my feet, I stood with the amulet in one hand and the Quin dagger in the other.

"Poppy," Anton spoke, his voice soft and cautious as he stood next to me.

I paused to weigh my words properly. With the confusion of all that occurred, I understood one thing; Anton was not mine to command in service of Nadia's work.

"Sir Anton," I said with formality etched in my tone. "Please detain the king of Rivong." Oath or not, Anton was still a citizen of Usue, and I was its crowned princess; he was expected to heed my orders in that regard.

"You will not touch me," King Paleo shot to his feet, indignation covered his face.

I held up the amulet and watched as realization dawned on him.

"Your wife's soul is trapped within this artifact, isn't it?" I asked. "Your dealing with a sorcerer violates common law. While I have the authority to dispose of you for your treachery, I'll leave your fate in the hands of the Guild. I'm sure my father will thoroughly enjoy breaking you apart. As for your wife's soul..."

I dropped the amulet to the floor and watched as it broke in two, allowing the centered gem to roll out of its binding. I smashed the crystal with the heel of my shoe, releasing Queen Kappa's soul from its hold.

Life filled the queen's body.

"Your majesty," I bowed.

Kappa's confusion was tragic. I pitied her for having to return, only to face her husband's deceit. I couldn't imagine the intensity of her internal turmoil at seeing her husband being detained and her son on his knees. She was brought back to life only to have her world turned upside down.

I cleared my throat.

"Sir Anton, have King Paleo thrown in the dungeons. You're to keep watch over him until further notice." I nodded my excuses to the newly present queen of Rivong and then I left, motioning Rita to follow after me.

I needed to separate myself from all the chaos.

"Ready your things, we leave at first light," I ordered Rita.

"My lady," Rita paused.

I arched my brow at her hesitation.

"Will you not offer to Sir Anton?" she whispered.

I held my breath.

The answer should have been an instant, undeniable yes, but my heart refused to allow it. I had spent years fretting over my guilt regarding Anton's oath. Now that I understood we were never attached to each other, I had no intention of forming that bond.

"No, I will not," I answered her. "Go and pack, please don't speak of it again."

Rita disappeared down the hall.

Finally alone, the weight of the world crashed down on me. It became difficult to breath. I slammed my palms against the palace's doors and heaved myself outside. The fresh air hit my burning skin, bringing me sudden relief.

My mind traveled everywhere at once.

I thought about Jezebelle's dealing with the king, Deanamo's pledge, and King Paleo's future trial. Somehow, all those things combined couldn't touch the revelation of Anton not being my knight. If I were being honest, there had always existed that doubt. In the back of my mind, I knew me and Anton hadn't sealed the oath. I had foolishly accepted Anton's knighthood because the pledge was spoken to my parents.

Now that the oath was no longer valid, I refused to imprison Anton. I knew my purpose. When my time was called upon, I would walk that line alone; guilt would not plague my conscience, not if I could help it.

Taking in my surroundings, the beauty of Rivong seemed tainted by my presence. I had invaded its borders and ruined the royal family. Ruining the royal family was not my intention, but there was no denying it had happened. I wasn't regretful about coming to Rivong, the evil that tainted the kingdom, had to be revealed.

Nadia had ordered me to tour the kingdoms, to serve as her voice; I was in no position to pick and choose the justice that needed to be served. What occurred in Rivong solidified Nadia's warnings of a dark force.

Magic was alive.

It permeated throughout the kingdoms, taking over the weak souls unable to deny their hunger for power.

I stared down at the Quin dagger in my hand.

The dagger was essentially the most dangerous weapon in existence. The idea of its blade ending my life, made me wary of having it in my possession.

I pulled at Nadia's energy, drawing bark from the tree nearest to me. The bark encased the dagger, creating a protective layer around it.

The sound of whistling gained my attention. I looked up and found Mica watching me from the bridge leading to his study.

"Planning on drinking more poison?" I called out.

Mica smiled, shook his head and then gestured me to come up.

Securing the dagger to the ribbon around my waist, I climbed the steps leading up the side of the palace. When I reached Mica's position, I raised my hand and smacked him firmly on the back of his head.

"If you ever do something that stupid again, without leaving me instructions, I'll let you die."

Mica laughed while rubbing the spot I had just injured.

"What possessed you to do something so moronic?" I asked.

"When a golden dove appears and tells you to drink poison, you do it," Mica shrugged.

I paled, "What if I had failed?"

"Then I'd be dead."

Mica's words invisibly smacked me across the face. The thought of him dying angered me. I wanted our friendship to exceed a period much longer than a week. Mica had proven himself a loyal friend. His dedication to my instruction, when I offered him nothing in return, made me feel like I could trust him. How Mica had managed to hold his sufferings all to himself, had earned my respect.

I sighed and broached his unspoken past. "So you're Falemian?"

"How much do you know?" Mica exhaled.

"Who was the man?" I asked. Mica's face turned grave, almost like he expected me to pass unfair judgment against him.

"My father," he whispered.

"And the woman and child?"

"My mother and sister."

The brokenness in his voice called out to me, Mica longed for them.

"I take it the only reason you're still alive is because of your knowledge?"

I interrogated him, not to hoover and pry into his past, but to find out what he wanted for his future.

"A Rivongian trader approached the Falemian court with a request for a poisons expert. Falemian's are known for their knowledge of healing and poisons. I used to be the Prince's personal taster."

My heart ached for him. Mica's reflection revealed he once held a strong position in Falemian society, but because of an unfortunate act of defense, he lost his home and family.

"Do you miss them, your mother and sister?"

"With all my heart," he sighed.

"Well then, what do you say we get you home?" I offered.

I didn't want Mica's pledge of service to my kingdom's crown, he had his own life to protect.

What I wanted was to return him to the place he once belonged.

"I can't go back, I'm the property of Rivong's crown. I've been banished from Falema."

"I can be very convincing when it comes to Rivong's court," I smirked. "As for your banishment, if Falema won't accept you back, then Usue will welcome you and your family with open arms. I just so happen to know a few members of the royal family who will stand in your defense."

"I can't let you do that for me-"

"It's what friends do for each other," I interrupted him.

Mica was consumed with emotion; I wanted to assure him my intentions were sincere. "Ship departs in the morning. Do me a favor and leave the poisons in Rivong."

"It's not my place to defy the golden bird." Mica's face glowed with what I understood was gratitude.

I squeezed his shoulder.

"You're a good man, carry that with pride," I offered him, just before taking my leave.

I didn't have anywhere to go, but I left the bridge anyway.

Eventually, I found myself on a random bench situated near the docks. From where I sat, I had a perfect view of the sea. There were two ships being prepared; one that would set sail for Dumai and the other heading back to Usue.

Jezebelle had betrayed me, but that was no surprise. What had shocked me was her betrayal of Usue. Jezebelle had conspired with King Paleo, effectively sealing her fate alongside him. She would stand trial, and she would be found guilty. I wasn't sure her title as the daughter of Usue would protect her from the Guild's punishment.

Even after everything Jezebelle had done, I couldn't condemn her for betraying Usue. What I did blame her for was her inexcusable acquisition of Deanamo's innocence.

Moments before I had uprooted the throne room, I had finally accepted Deanamo. I had cheated death twice, and then selfishly, I decided to let myself fall for him and deal with the consequences later. Jezebelle's dealings with the king and his source of magic had backfired, consuming Deanamo in the process. Somehow he had fallen under Jezebelle's control, leading to his oath to remain next to her until death.

Deanamo's pledge had made me bitter. I wanted him by my side; giving me everything he had promised me.

Any hope I had for a future with Deanamo, died in the throne room. I viewed myself as a firm believer in fate, but that didn't mean I agreed with her. Fate behaved brutally; stripping me of my sister, the man I could've loved, and of Anton.

Nothing compared to the void I felt having Anton taken from me. He was the only person in my life that had remained by my side through thick and thin. Knowing that Anton had obeyed me under false pretenses, left me embarrassed. For years, I had ordered him around and mistreated him; I had no authority to do so.

I sat in my loneliness, trying to avoid addressing what happened in the throne room, but it seemed impossible. I wanted to shift and let my worries fly away; only I was too depressed to allow Rivong's beauty to embrace me. I never thought I would stray away from Nadia's comfort, but having had a glimpse of the darkness roaming through Rivong, I needed to separate myself in order to reevaluate my understanding of life. If Rivong was only a glimpse of what my future had in store for me, my mental preparation needed an upgrade if I was going to make it through touring the other three kingdoms.

Aside from Rita and Mica, I would travel to Dumai alone. I had ordered Jezebelle to return to Usue. She needed to explain her treason to our home court; I wouldn't serve as her prosecutor. Jezebelle had dug her hole; I had no intention of pushing her in further or cushioning her fall.

With Anton standing guard over King Paleo, I resolved to inform him in the morning that he would accompany Jezebelle and see to King Paleo's transport to Usue.

I would go to Dumai without him, to continue Nadia's work, unguarded. The pressure was intense, but I had no other choice but to accept it.

With one last look towards the sea, I rose and made my way back to the castle, before darkness engulfed the kingdom.

Along the way, I noticed how easily I stuck out among the natives. In reality, I didn't blend well among the people of Usue, the odd looks I had received from Rivong's villagers was nothing new to me. My physical appearance remained a daily reminder of my life's burden. I pulled my cloak tighter around me and took the path leading towards the castle.

I arrived at the end of the dirt road, but stopped just short of the drawbridge. Through the half raised gate, I saw Jezebelle speaking to Deanamo. Their conversation seemed aggressively animated, they were arguing.

That's one way to start eternity, I sighed.

I could've easily shifted and avoided the whole scene, but I had nothing to be ashamed of, I had done nothing wrong.

At the sight of me, Jezebelle ceased talking and bowed. She looked remorseful, but forgiveness wasn't something I was prepared to offer her.

"Poppiena," she said. Her voice held a softness that sounded foreign coming from her mouth. "Please excuse my intrusion of your time, but Lord-" Jezebelle paused, her face looked too pained to continue. "But my knight would like to request an audience with you. I find it's my duty to leave him in your care, if that's agreeable to you, of course."

The irony of the situation would have brought me to my knees in laughter, but the sadness on Deanamo's face was too genuine for my unsympathetic thoughts.

I nodded my approval.

Jezebelle released a dramatic breath, and then she all but fled from sight.

Deanamo shifted, awkwardly, but he remained silent. Since he was the one who had requested an audience, I felt it was his obligation to speak.

I would've waited for him, but darkness had fallen and I didn't feel comfortable being alone with him in such a setting.

"Do you feel any different?" I asked.

He pressed his lips together.

I sensed his struggle, but I didn't have a clue how to help him accept his situation.

"I find myself with a constant urge to be near your sister," he mumbled.

"That's sort of what knighthood implies," I bit the inside of my cheek, waiting for the awkward goodbye.

"Is it odd that I can't stand her?"

I would've found Deanamo's comment funny, but there wasn't an ounce of humor left inside of me.

"You don't have to like her, you're just supposed to come to her rescue when ever she needs you," I answered, using a tone that showed I had no interest in hearing about the parameters of his relationship with Jezebelle.

Deanamo exhaled deeply. "Poppy, I'm-"

"It was out of our hands; please don't address it," I interrupted, holding my hand up to silence him.

I needed to escape his presence. Deanamo was hurting, but it wasn't my place to provide him comfort.

Squaring my shoulders, I forced myself to end our meeting.

"I don't know what the Guild of Order will decide now that you're under oath. They'll most likely strip you of your title, due to conflict of interest. However, if you should need my voice in defense of your character, I'll speak on your behalf."

I left Deanamo standing in the courtyard.

Of all the ruckus and chaos in Rivong, Deanamo had been the individual who had suffered most. In a matter of moments, he lost everything.

Once his father stood trial, Deanamo would be stripped of his title as Rivong's future king. Not because of his father's wrongs, but because of the oath he had spoken to Jezebelle. The Guild would never believe Deanamo could put his kingdom before Jezebelle.

When I entered my chambers, Rita was in the middle of packing my trunks. Happy to distract myself, I grabbed a small chest from the floor and started packing the gems and jewels that remained sitting on the vanity.

I carelessly tossed the useless trinkets into the box. As I did, I remembered Anton's armlet, and the image of the sorcerer wearing it popped into my head. Searching through the box, I double checked everything to make sure the armlet was in fact missing.

"Rita," I called out. "That night I was injured, was my armlet found?"

"I'm sorry my lady, but nothing has been returned. Did you lose it?" Rita walked into the bedroom and shuffled her hand through the chest.

"No, it was shot off my arm while I was on the boat." I paused to sort my thoughts. "Did you sense the sorcerer in the throne room?"

"Not until you made me aware of her."

"I'm certain she was wearing my armlet," I muttered. Rita was someone I trusted, and I knew she would keep whatever we said between us; she had more than proved her loyalty.

"Is that why you hesitated?" she asked.

My hand fell to the dagger strapped around my waist. "Do you think she was taunting me?"

"I can't honestly say," Rita shrugged, and then returned to her prior duties.

I sat in silence; letting the memory of my latest episode of, throne room uprising, consume me.

There was no doubt in my mind that it was my armlet. Anton had commissioned it just for me; making it a one of a kind piece. It didn't make sense for the sorcerer to be wearing it. Her possession of the jeweled piece meant she had returned to the scene of the crime.

The Quin arrow, she was probably looking for it, I realized.

If that was the case, then the mystery of the armlet was still unsolved. Everything the witch did seemed amateur for someone interested in ending another's life. There had to be a greater force guiding her. I didn't understand why she would come after me, fail, and then attempt again while wearing an object that didn't belong to her.

I ended my thoughts, more confused than when I had started.

"Shall I ring for your supper?" Rita asked, pulling me from my confusion.

"No, I think I'm going to go to bed now," I waved off her concern and then settled into my bed. Using the mural painting against the wall as a focal point, I let my exhaustion consume me. Sleep had nearly come, but my bed shifted, stirring me back to reality.

I blinked, trying to focus my eyes.

Anton sat at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes glowing through the darkness.

"What is it?" I mumbled while rubbing the palms of my hands against my eyelids.

"How could you not send Ply or Raymond to relieve me from the dungeons?" he spoke, voice harsh and accusing.

So it begins, I sighed.

I made no move to address the oath and neither did he. We sat in the dark and stared at each other. The silence was agonizing, but I refused to take the defensive position. I had made up my mind regarding Anton, and I was going to stick to it.

The silence was my last moment of selfishness before I allowed the reality of our separation to sink in.

I opened my mouth to speak.

"Don't you dare release me from my sworn allegiance to protect you," Anton spoke first.

The stiffness in his voice made me push my back deeper into the headboard for support.

I had to make myself clear before my courage disappeared.

"In a few hours I will set sail for Dumai," I stated. "Sir Anton, you're to return to Usue with Jezi-"

"NO!" Anton launched across the bed, closing the distance between us. He took hold of my arms and squeezed them roughly. "Poppy, please don't do this. I don't want to go back to Usue. I need to stay with you."

"Anton you're free, go home. You deserve an unrestricted life; where you can do all things I will never get the opportunity to experience."

His grip tightened to the point where I knew there would be bruises there come the morning.

"I have spent the last thousand years roaming the kingdoms, searching for purpose. Eighteen years ago, I found that purpose," he pleaded.

"I won't damn you to die with me," I gasped as tears filled my eyes. "Anton, please don't ask me to offer you the oath, I'll hate myself for it." I lost the hold I tried to keep on my emotions; my tears fell uncontrollably down my cheeks.

"I don't want the oath," he spat. His aggressive tone caused me to flinch in shock. "Has it ever occurred to you that I've known all along that it wasn't properly spoken?"

The condescending manner of his statement angered me.

"You knew the ritual wasn't binding, yet you said nothing?" I accused him.

"I wanted to protect you. I accepted your father's request freely; on my own accord."

"So, all of my life, you've deceived me?"

"How could I not?" Anton whispered harshly. "Look at how you're behaving now that you know the truth. You're calling me Sir Anton and shipping me back to Usue. It's as if you can't get rid of me fast enough."

"You're a liar, just like everyone else who knew-"

"I have never lied to you," he growled, releasing my arms only to stare my down with offended eyes.

I wished my face had not contradicted my statement, but the tears that refused to stop falling, had no intention of helping me remain the upper hand against Anton.

"Deception and lies fall into the same category. You have knowingly withheld the truth from me. Why did you do it?" I spat the words out accusingly.

"Because you're my beloved-"

Anton spoke the words hoarsely; there was no hesitation in his response.

I froze.

Anton was no longer looking at me. His last words seemed to have taken all the confidence he had left. There was an awkward silence floating between us as we both seemed to be processing his confession.

"Ant, that can't be right-"

"Why? Because I'm not yours?" He retorted, his voice sounded filled with dejection.

"That's how it works, isn't it? The Feys' instant resignation with their soul mate is meant to be mutual; I can't be your beloved... we're not a match." I spoke softly, aware that anything I said would only cause more despair. I didn't want to hurt him, but Anton needed to know that I didn't feel that same way towards him.

"That's the worst part about it," he sighed. "It seems I'm the only one who defies the rules of our existence."

I had no response. The only sound that could be heard through the darkness was my sniffling. I wish I had never pushed the conversation. Had I not, Anton's attachment to me would've remained unspoken, and I would've been able to carry on unaware of his affections. Now that I knew, I felt horrible for not returning his feelings.

The Fey way of love meant complete dedication, but I didn't feel that way towards Anton. Even if I had forced myself to cater the idea, it would never be the soul binding love that being a beloved, called for.

"I'm sorry," I said silently.

"It's not something you can control," he replied, much colder than I had expected. "I've stood by your side since the day our queen birthed you. The moment I held you in my arms, I felt it... my heart locking you into place. I don't care that you don't return my love, but know, I intend on remaining by your side, for the rest of your life, whether you accept me or not."

I heard him speak, but my understanding of his confession laced with a threat left me speechless.

"Now you can order me to return to Usue," he cupped my tear stained face, "but I'm giving you fair warning... I will disobey you." With soft gentle brushes, his fingers wiped stray tears from my face. "And if you will allow me one last act of defiance," he held my face firm between his hands and stared me down with serious eyes. "Don't you ever call me Sir Anton again," he ordered.

The intensity of his gaze made me nod without thinking.

Anton rose from the bed and pulled back the blanket that covered my legs. His head gestured for me to reposition myself. I knew his intention; he had done it many times in the past when I was a child. I couldn't remember when he stopped, but with the revelation of his affections, his change in behavior was possibly the result of his growing attachment for me.

Folding my hands under my cheek, I waited as he tucked the blanket around me. I closed my eyes to hide from his gaze. Since the day I was able to understand my life, I had pitied Anton for being forced to care for me, but his confession changed all that. He was willing to protect me because he loved me. Anton's soul was destined to resonate with mine, but for some unknown reason, I wasn't fated for his.

I waited to hear the sound of the door click shut, but Anton's presence remained next to my bed. I committed to keeping my eyes closed. When a soft touch met my forehead, my body flooded with unknown warmth. I didn't expect to find comfort in Anton's lips pressed against my skin. It was simple, yet laced with sincere devotion. I worried what sort of feelings it provoked inside him.

I wouldn't lead him to believe one day we could be more than what we were; I didn't feel that sort of connection with him. But I respected his struggle. I accepted his dedication to me as a virtuous binding as friends, even if his soul desired more. It was all I would offer him. Nadia had warned me Anton was the only person I could trust; I had to believe that despite his secrecy, his affection for me guaranteed Nadia's words to be true.

Anton cleared his throat.

"Please don't speak to Deanamo anymore. My jealousy will rise to new heights, and I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to refrain from hurting him," he said.

I swallowed harshly and with my eyes still closed, I nodded my understanding of his need to remain in control.

Anton's footsteps signaled he was finally willing to leave me alone. My eyes shot open the moment the door closed. I panted for air once my body became aware that I had held my breath for a large amount of our conversation.

My unsettling thoughts consumed me; I didn't know whether I hated Anton or appreciated him for keeping his secret for so long. The one feeling I was certain of was my respect for him. Thinking about all the times I had defied him and caused a ruckus in the villages of Usue, made me sick with embarrassment.

It was hard to understand how he accepted my horrid tantrums and disobedience. Even I had to admit I was a monster of a child. Still he stayed; his soul had crowned me his beloved. It was a title I didn't want, but there was no telling the soul who it was allowed to attach to. My problem wasn't Anton's love; it was that I didn't reciprocate it. Of all the wrong I had done in the past, this was my biggest offense against him. Being a beloved was a term only associated when two Feys belonged to each other; I suspected my attachment with Deanamo didn't feel so instant or deep because he was human. Now that I seriously catered the idea, I defined my attraction towards Deanamo as a fleeting sort of affection. He was sweet and gentle, kind and caring; everything a man ought to be. I had admired those things and carelessly let myself believe those qualities were all it took for two people to fall in love. But I was wrong, there was so much more about love that I didn't understand. The same could be said about my views towards life. Rivong had shown me how little I knew about the world around me. After being sheltered and micro-managed in Usue, I realized I was completely ignorant of how the other kingdoms lived.

All of that was set to change; I would make sure of it. Dumai held new knowledge and adventure, waiting for me to experience. I prepared myself to be acceptable to new ideas, even if they seemed outrageously impossible.

Magic was undoubtedly present around me.

I needed to find the darkness and save Nadia's people.

****

It seemed all of Rivong had gathered to bid farewell to its traitor of a king and their newly knighted prince. I stood near the vessel set for Dumai, watching as Queen Kappa embraced her son.

Deanamo was stoic as his mother sobbed against his shoulder, but his alamo showed he was suffering. I walked towards the loading dock of the ship going back to my homeland. I had to bid Jezebelle farewell; it wasn't a matter of want, but that of duty. I absorbed the useless emotion my jealousy of Deanamo's and Jezebelle's predicament had elicited. It served as a reminder of the life I would never force on another person.

"I pray the seas will be favorable during your journey," I addressed Jezebelle.

"Thank you," she replied.

She looked like she fought herself to say more, but no other words followed.

"I heard Sir Anton, will be joining us," Deanamo said.

"You heard wrong," Anton's voice answered from behind me.

I blanched as the urge to run and hide consumed me. It was awkward having the four of us standing so close together.

Anton was glaring at Deanamo and Jezebelle's face was turned towards the ground.

I diverted my gaze towards the sea; searching for a way out of the thick silence.

"Well then," I cleared my throat, "I guess this is where we part ways."

Deanamo nudged Jezebelle in the ribs, causing her to wince.

"Poppy, may Deanamo have a brief audience?" she asked.

"No," Anton answered before I could deny Deanamo.

He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of my sister and her knight.

"Anton, it will only be a moment," I heard Jezebelle say.

"Poppy has suffered enough because of you." Anton addressed Jezebelle in a tone that was unacceptable when speaking to royalty. "As for you, Lord Deanamo," Anton stepped forward, putting himself in Deanamo's personal space. He whispered something I couldn't make out, but from the way both Deanamo's and Jezebelle's eyes widened, I was sure it was a deadly threat.

Anton turned.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the ship we were taking to Dumai.

"What did you say to him?" I asked as he dragged me along.

"Nothing you need to be concerned about."

The horn sounded, announcing the ships were ready to set sail. Anton pulled me the entire length of the loading dock. It wasn't until the bridge was disconnected from the ship, that he finally released my arm.

"Are you alright?" I was hesitant with my inquiry, noticing that his breathing was labored and his eyes had darkened. He punched the ship's railing, sending broken wood flying everywhere. Had I not been accustomed to his terrible rage, I would've flinched like a few of the crew members had.

Swiping my hand around the railing, I gathered the abused wood and reconstructed it to its prior state. After sending an apologetic look towards the captain, I exhaled and waited.

Anton ran his hand through his hair. I noticed he needed a haircut; the length was much longer than how he usually kept it.

I wasn't sure what sort of demons Anton was battling, but after he had spent eighteen long years dealing with my mood swings, I owed him a lot more than the few moments of patience I supplied.

"Your sister and her knight have made a mockery of our history," he muttered.

Oath talk, I blanched.

My grip on the railing tightened, it was a subject I didn't want to discuss.

"So they despise each other, I don't see why their misery has you so worked up," I replied.

"Knighthood is a sacred part of Fey history." Anton's gaze pierced the side of my face. "It has only been spoken properly once."

"But the history books-"

"Those books were written by order of King Tirus... they're meant for educational purposes."

"Are you saying they're a lie?" I scoffed.

"Is it so hard to believe?" he countered, looking at me in a way that caused me to question everything I had been taught.

"Anton that doesn't make sense," I shook away my doubt of our kingdom's teachings.

"Of course it does, just think about it. Why would your mother be in possession of one of the Quin daggers and why would your father order our history be fabricated?" he challenged.

I searched my mind for the answer, but found myself further confused. "Anton, I don't know," I huffed; irritated that he didn't just spit out whatever information he harbored.

"It's for protection, Poppy."

I paused to sort through everything. When it hit me, it was undeniable.

"Wait, if my mother has a dagger, her connection with my father means... he knows about it. Then that means... they know the Quin forest is real and more so, they've entered the forest."

"That's my brilliant girl," Anton smirked.

"But my parents are the strongest living beings I know aside from you and me. What sort of darkness would require them to take such drastic measures?"

Anton pointed a finger towards the sky.

"Nadia?" I muttered.

"No," he leaned closer to me; his mouth hovering near my ear. "Not Nadia, but her mistake."

TO BE CONTINUED IN QUINDALLEN PART II
Author's Note

I cannot begin any personal acknowledgement without first giving praise and glory to my heavenly father, Christ my savior, for giving me the strength and courage to pick up the pen and begin writing, Quindallen Unguarded. Without you, Lord, I know there would be no me, and for that I am forever in your debt.

Pops, Mommy, Rona, Boogs, Non, Gop, Saia, Ray and Lily, my wonderful family, who I love to no ends. You all are the reason that I am always seeking ways to grow as a person. Finding the courage to follow through with Q.U. wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for each one of you. You guys are my greatest blessing. I love you all so very much.

Boogs, I had initially revealed Q.U. to you in an effort to make you feel better, but in reality, I've never been more pleased with my decision to spill the beans. You've been such a crucial part of Q.U.'s completion; it wouldn't have been published if it weren't for you.

Non, you were the second person to read my book, and your criticism really helped me realize that Q.U. was flawed. Thanks for giving my work a chance.

Ms. Graham, my 9th grade English teacher who challenged me to write with purpose. I wish I could tell you how much of an impact you have made on my life, but the truth is your influence is immeasurable. I'm still learning new things from the lessons you taught me so many years ago. You are appreciated, thank you.

Last but not least, I thank my aiga. I don't mean just my parents and siblings, but the entire bloodline under Grandpa Keniseli and Grandma Fuesaina. Though we drift apart, we are family. I am grateful for every single one of you.

D. S.

