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“It has. I’ve watched my brother nearly waste away for his mates, waiting for them to come to him. Why did you leave?”
“Because I was nearly barbequed by a dragon and Cailian told me to.”
He puckers his lips in thought. “Okay, well, the dragon is gone, and I need you to come back. Prince Cailian has not left his bed. I’m afraid he has mated with the dragon, but they have a very complicated history. He is depressed. Please, Princess Rarity, Cailian needs you. The House of Ice and Snow depends on you. These matings have to work or it will be the destruction of not only our kingdoms, but the planet. We will fall.”
“I planned on returning. I didn’t know when I could. They mated?” A slice of sadness rips through my heart. “Without me?” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but I do. “It seems I might not be wanted, Zy, if they mated without me.”
“They did not mate out of love, but out of hate, and now they are separated. Please, you are the only one that can fix this. You are the bridge to the kingdoms.”
I chew on my bottom lip, spinning to look at my father.
“Go,” he urges. “Don’t waste another second because it might just be the last second you’ll ever have.” My father kisses my forehead. “Be better than me, Rarity.” And with that, he’s gone, nothing but a blur and breeze.
“Zyrl, just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it.”
He grabs my ankle and yanks me into the Cove. “You come home.”
I’m drenched to my skin, the water colder than before since I’m in it now, and it begins to swirl, dunking us under.
I can’t breathe.
And all I see is darkness.
I am the biggest fool on this planet— no— in all the dimensions. I can’t believe I am mated to my eternal enemy, partially mated to another who probably will not come back, and while the melting inside me has slowed, it has not stopped.
Maybe I do not want it to. Maybe turning into water, seeping into the earth, and being reborn as a tree, flower, or anything else magical, is my destiny. I am never the one to give up or quit, but I cannot make someone love or want me, no matter how much I love and want them.
I do not remember life ever being this hard emotionally. Even when my best friend asked me to end his life, I lived day to day knowing I did what he wanted, even with unknowingly making my fated mate hate me, the hours of breathing weren’t this harsh.
A tear drips down my cheek and I rub my face against the pillow, turning to my side. There is a slight ache in my backside left from Nyx.
My Dove.
His hate runs deeper than I ever imagined. I know he is ashamed of being mated to me. I am not sure how he will cover my mark, but I have no doubt that he will— just like I will cover his.
I cannot stop thinking about what will happen when we have to tell our Houses that we are now one. If it is up to Dovenyx, he will not want to say anything. He will want to rule as if nothing has changed, as if nothing monumental has happened, as if… I never happened.
The realization has me grabbing the pillow, fisting it as hard as I can before I bury myself in it and scream. Even if I could turn back time and kill my best friend all over again, I would. I would relieve him from his pain and misery.
Even if it means being punished for all eternity by my dragon.
Nothing in this life prepared me for the pain that accompanies a mate who rejects you. The irony of my best friend’s son being my mate must be Fate laughing at me or Karma giving me a taste of my own medicine for choosing to kill my mate’s father.
Now, Dovenyx has my heart in his hands and his heat is slowly killing me, squeezing and melting the beating drum until it’s nothing but a puddle in his palm.
“Get up,” I whisper to myself, staring at the wall with swollen eyes. “Just get up and your day will be better.”
I try to move, but all I end up doing is pulling the covers to my chin. It is nice and cold under here. I am safe from reality in the confinement of my bedroom. Within these four walls, hurt and pain can no longer get to me more than it already has.
Forget my duties as Prince. Forget the importance of the kingdom. Forget all the responsibilities I have to my House. Mybrother can rule. He wants to badly, and I believe he is better suited. He is a bit hot-headed, a stubborn horned bull that likes to charge into a crowd rather than speak. I have never been the type who loves controversy. I am a peaceful soul, one who believes that if the right words are spoken, then all will be right on Elementalu.
Yet it seems allowing myself to speak freely has gotten me nowhere. I do not know what happened to loyalty in fated mates, but I have received nothing from mine.
It is because you hold a heavy lie. Tell the truth. His father would understand.
The voice in the back of my mind is strong, whispering the truth I have been trying to bury deep.
I cannot go back on my word. An elf’s word is known on this planet. It’s more than a promise, it’s a vow. All beings know they can count on the elf’s loyalty even in their last breath. If I break the vow and word gets out of the truth, my reputation will be ruined.
