“So, what do we do?” I ask.
He scans the treeline, “We try to find a Nyveryian.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s like a horse, but... not. If we can tame one, we can ride it to the castle and arrive much quicker.”
This was all so much to take in, my head reeling from everything I’ve seen and learnt in the last twenty-four hours alone. Would I get used to seeing such different and beautiful places, with such weird and wonderful creatures? So far, it feels like I’m stuck in a permanent dream, but I don’t think even my brain could conjure up places so beautiful. Here I was, a regular girl, travelling realms with a seven-foot demon prince as my companion and soon-to-be husband. I’m still not entirely convinced I haven’t been drugged, and I’m just tripping absolute balls in some hole back at home. I wish I could bring Talia and Ezra here, especially to one of the log cabins. We could drink hot chocolate and watch the aurora above for hours on end, whilst forgetting all of our worries. Maybe one day I’ll ask Korithax if I can bring them here. Maybe.
We beginour descent down the mountain, each step careful on the uneven trail. Since the night doesn’t lift here, I find myself tripping every other step, huffing with irritation.
“Daisy, look,” Korithax says, pulling me from my momentary tantrum.
I look up from where my eyes have been focused on the ground and gasp. Glowing moths drift lazily through the air, their bodies dusted with what looks like stardust. It falls from them as they flutter through the sky, leaving a beautiful trail of shimmer behind them as they dance and weave through the night sky.
“It’s absolutely beautiful here,” I whisper in awe.
He nods, continuing on the path. I hear him occasionally sigh when he hears me stumble over something else that lies unseen on the floor. I hope my eyesight improves when I turn immortal because I am getting really sick of this. I trip on another part of the uneven path, and I swear I hear him growl.
“What?” I snap.
“I just don’t understand why you can’t watch where you’re going. You’re really slowing us down with your constant tripping.”
I halt, making him stop in his tracks and turn to face me, his jaw ticking slightly. “Because I’m clearly doing it on purpose,” I reply with a snark, crossing my arms.
He huffs a breath through his nose and just shakes his head, turning back around to continue stomping down the mountainside.
“Insufferable ass,” I mutter under my breath, following behind him.
“I heard that,” he responds.
Of course, he heard it; his ears are large and pointy. I bet he had the hearing of a bat. “Stupid bat ears.” I whisper. I see his shoulders moving like he’s silently laughing to himself, and I flip him off behind his back. Ass.
After a long stretch of silence,I decide to try and ignore my growing irritation by bombarding Korithax with questions.
“Sooooo… What about you?” I ask.
He quirks a brow, looking over his shoulder at me. “What about me?”
“Well, we’re getting married, and I don’t even really know you. Other than the fact you’re going to be the King of Hell, and you’re kind of an ass.”
He scoffs. “What do you want to know?”
I grin, catching up to him to walk by his side. “We’ll start with the basics.”
He doesn’t look at me, but I see a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. “Go on.”
“Favourite colour?”
“Really?” He frowns, slightly turning his head to look at me, the colours of the aurora above flickering in his jet-black eyes.
“Just answer it. You don’t always have to be moody,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
He sighs, “Uh… black?”
“That’s not a colour, it’s a shade. But sure. Black. Mine’s yellow.”
“Didn’t ask.”
