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They leave me with my mouth open in shock. Nyx gives me a quick wink before closing the door. It’s just me alone in the room we have filled with moans and sex. If I breathe in enough, I can still smell our come and their blood. I’m still full from taking so much from them.
Sighing, I lean against the doorway of the bathroom, waiting for them to come back, but after a few minutes, I feel ridiculous standing here naked.
I cross the floor, staring at the beautiful dress on the bed. It’s simple. A dark green gown that stops at my knees with a fanned-out top and thin straps. Next to the dress are gorgeous gems. Emeralds if I had to guess, surrounded by diamonds. The necklace holds three giant emerald stones, the diamonds shining against the bedroom light. The bracelet is different. It matches, yet doesn’t. In between an emerald there is something dark with a rainbow hue. The color reminds me of Nyx’s scales.
These had to be expensive. I knew the princes had money, but I don’t think it has set in with how much. My coven is well off. Money has never been an issue for them. I, on the other hand, haven’t had a lot of experience with money. I haven’t been around because of being trapped in the veil.
I’m experiencing how money is spent now and I’m a little overwhelmed. It doesn’t stop me from dancing in excitement and pressing the dress to my body. I run across the floor and stop in front of the full-length mirror that’s frozen to the floor.
“Oh my.” I hold my breath when I see my reflection in the iced mirror with golden designs painted into the sides, shining dully from the cold temperature. The dress pairs perfectly with my colorless skin yet brightens my eyes and lips. My hair seems brighter, whiter, and as I step closer, I notice a light purple pattern across my cheeks for the first time.
It reminds me of frost.
I smile, feeling more at home than I ever have, and a slither of guilt works its way into my thoughts.
“I wonder what my therapist would say,” I mumble, twisting the dress so it flows back and forth.
The more I think about it, the more I know he’d say, “I’m where I belong.” I finally feel that way too.
Unzipping the dress, I bring the gorgeous silk material over my head, and it falls perfectly as if it was made just for me.
I can’t zip it because the position is too awkward, but I’m able to see myself as someone I’ve never recognized before. I’m happy and the more I think about it, I haven’t used my power since I’ve been here. I don’t feel out of control anymore. I’m grounded.
But then an idea hits me.
What if I freeze Nyx’s memory of Cailian killing his father? Maybe then, the two could be happy.
“There are trolls in Fog’s Forest!” Zyrl shouts through the main living space of the castle as he enters through the main doors. They slam against the wall, a cloud of ice shavings dusting the air. “Trolls!” he shouts again, running out of breath as he stops in front of me.
The icicle pen scratches my signature in a sheet of ice stating that the kingdom is to replenish everyone’s food while giving them a monthly allowance to live a better and happier life.
“Riesh, I want to schedule time to see the village. Do people need updates to their homes? Do they need anything from the kingdom? I want to see their homes. It is the kingdoms responsibility to take care of them and I have not done a great job of that as of late.”
Riesh, my assistant, bows with his hands behind his back. “Right away, Prince Cailian.”
I do not miss how he side eyes Nyx, a question lingering in his gaze.
“Riesh, this is Prince Dovenyx.” I introduce the two and they stare at one another.
“I know who he is, Prince Cailian.”
My brows rise when I hear the disgust. “You will treat my mate with respect, Riesh.”
“—Did you not hear me!” Zyrl spins me around and grabs me by my shoulders.
Nyx snarls at my brother from the rough treatment, and for a moment, I think he cares about me. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it.
“It is okay, Dove. This is my brother, Zyrl. He is to take my place when my time comes to an end.”
Zyrl, much to my surprise, shoves Nyx in the chest. “Do not take this dragon for his word, brother. He is a liar!”
“In my experience, it is the elves that tend to lie.” Nyx spreads his wings, the impressive wingspan nearly taking up the entire room. The very top of his wings almost touch the chandelier, vast and large just as he is.
“The dragons have known about the trolls, Cailian. They have sat on this information for days,” he shouts with raw, unhinged fury, the kind that comes from the depths of the soul. “He has known, and he has chosen not to tell you.” Zyrl gasps for air, his chest rising and falling in rapid beats. “Go ahead, dragon,” he spews. “Tell your mate how you deceived him.”
“You mean like how he deceived me!” Nyx roars and the words hit my chest so hard, they steal my breath.
“We don’t know what happened all those years ago. That lies between my brother and your father. You are no mate.” Zyrl stands toe to toe with Nyx, uncaring that the dragon towers over him by a few feet. Uncaring how small he appears to be, he tilts his head back and conjures a sword from snow and ice, pressingit against Nyx’s chin. “I wonder if my brother could live with a mate dead.”
