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“I’m not typically like this. So out of touch with myself. I’m usually the one people come to. I’m used to being the strong one, the one that’s put together, the one—”
“Who is allowed to be strong, put together, but just a little out of order.”
I give him a sad smile.
“I forgot to ask,” he says, picking up his notepad. “Does it bother you that you’re so different than your siblings?”
I nod. “I almost feel like I’m not their sister at all. I know I am, but there’s this huge piece of me that feels like I don’t belong in their world. I don’t know why I am the way I am. No one knows, but my beloved—” I blush remembering him. “He said I have ice elven in my blood, I just— I don’t know how.”
“Maybe you don’t belong in their world because you belong in his,” Dr. Almenara states simply. “Have you ever thought of that?”
I haven’t, but I am now.
Maybe that one piece of my life’s puzzle I’ve been searching for to feel complete isn’t with my family. Maybe Elementalu is my home and Cailian is the missing piece.
I growl under my breath, fire brewing in my chest, threatening to unleash and burn my surroundings. My heart yearns for the elf in the ice castle, my dragon roaring in my blood to claim what is rightfully ours, yet my mind is furious.
Fate is cruel.
What did I do to deserve for my firebond to be the one who killed my father? The Ice Prince is a murderer, a betrayer, and he can’t be trusted. He befriended my father for years, only to kill him with his ice. He couldn’t even give us the honor of burning him ourselves, to have a traditional dragon funeral.
Prince Cailian disgraced us and while the wars between us have eased in the last five hundred years, it is only because there has been a silent agreement.
We leave each other alone.
He was tired of losing elves and I didn’t want to lose any more dragons. Our numbers have decreased, and it is more importantto me to save my kind than to keep losing them in an eight-hundred-year-old war.
Shockingly, in all these long years, I’ve only recently seen him for the first time. We do what we can to stay away from each other, but again, as Fate would have it, when I was in flight back to the castle, I saw him.
I took my chance and nearly had him in my grasp. I was so fucking close to killing Cailian. So close, I could almost taste the fucking ice that makes his silver skin. I had my claws in his skin only for my dragon to pull away because the Ice Elven Prince is my firebond.
It’s funny how the world works. To hate him for centuries, only to be forced to yearn for him with my entire being, is a burn not even my dragon can heal from.
“Nyx?” Raiden, my second in command calls for me from the doorway of my chambers.
I’ve also told no one, not even my best friend that I have found my firebond. I can’t speak of it. The castle would fall, dragons would demand answers, and I have none. Our world as we know it would be over. Chaos would ignite and that would be catastrophic.
“What? I told you not to bother me,” I shout before blowing fire onto my bathwater until it boils. I’ve been in the bath long enough, but I can’t seem to get out when my eyes keep straying to the ice castle across the boundary.
His witch has put up guards to protect the elven territory from us, so I can’t cross the magic she has used. I haven’t used my wizard to create guards. Every Prince has a witch or wizard to aid in their power. I haven’t because I want to show the elf, I’m not afraid of him. I don’t consider him a threat.
Smoke escapes my nostrils, my dragon becoming more impatient with every second I decide to stay away from Cailian.
For every second we are not mated, we creep closer to death.
Perhaps that should be my vengeance letter.
“You’re testier than usual,” he remarks, letting himself into my bathroom.
He perches himself on the stone windowsill, peeking out the window. “What ya lookin’ at?”
I grunt, slipping down in the tub. “You’re aggravating.”
“You’re a dick, but we both already knew that.”
My eyes turn to slits as he crosses his arms and smirks at me. His wings spread from behind his back before tucking into place.
But I must be begging for his questions, because like a damn fool, my eyes slide from the bubbling bathwater to the ice castle again. And I hate myself for wondering what he is doing, if he is okay, if he is as angry as I am about this pairing, if he longs for me as much as I despise him.
