Aven laid hopelessly in the ER as Letharia had fallen asleep as she kneeled on the floor, her head on Aven’s chest. Letharia felt a stroking sensation on her head. She looked up at him while he spoke, “Are you okay? I thought I heard you cry, and now I see it”, he put his index finger on her face wiping her tears.“My Father passed early morning.” Aven sat up. “I offer my condolences.”She took her gaze away from Aven as she remained quiet. “I owe you my life for bearing the rest of my lashes,” he spoke with gratitude. “…but I don’t get it; why would you do that for me?” She stood up. “It.. it was my duty as your wife”, Letharia had spoken a lie as she reme

Third Person POV_______________“It should be a delightful occasion, shouldn’t it?” Nero looked into the mirror while tying up the back of Valerine’s dress. “It shall be my king,” she watched him in the mirror as he tied the light purple satin bow. He then laid his head on her shoulder. “As beautiful as they come,” he smiled. She covered her mouth, trying not to smile; she uncovered her mouth, giving Nero a loving gaze. Nero gave her a five-second kiss before rubbing her shoulder briefly, then stared at the ceiling as he l

Letharia’s POV____________I woke up gasping for air, and once again, the first name I called out was “Aven.”“He’s not here yet,” to my surprise, I saw council member Arlin sitting in the corner.I looked into the mirror to see bandages wrapped around my head as I wore a hospital gown. I looked to my left side. “What do you want from me?” I asked calmly.“To adore you as I adored your mother.”I lost my patience and laughed with denial. “Are you joking?!”Arlin took his hood off, revealing long grey hair with white streaks but a young face with blue eyes. I blushed and looked to my right; he lo

Whispers had filled the throne room as Aven and Letharia walked in holding hands, only for show but it looked real to them- the low nobility. Eyes went to Letharia as she wore a jaw-dropping white and gold dress and Aven had matched with his suit. She looked back at Aven as he nodded at her giving her a small peck on the lips before she let go of his hand walking to Nero. She stopped in front of his throne and bowed her head “May I have a dance?” Nero smiled “What are you planning?” “Nothing at all, just a dance with you my lord.” Valerine stared at me in anger “From her aura, she doesn’t have negative intentions.” “It was fine either way, I’ll play along “, he walked down the steps of the throne to extend his hand out to Letharia.   “Queue the music,” Nero yelled to his servants. Letharia paused to hear classic music from the place her mother was from “The Valley of the Fools.” Bells and Drums were music to her ear

-Third Person POV-Aven had not slept in days, his concern grew for Letharia, throughout the night terrors she had, he wanted to stay longer with her. Aven moved her into his room earlier through the night. He sat at his desk with thousands of piles of legal documents. Since around seven in the evening, as Letharia had fallen asleep by nine, he started writing down changes to Xorian law. He pondered on letting Letharia go, doing the right thing for her, though he began loving her so. He pondered on trusting her completely, but doubt never escaped his mind. Furthermore, he then settled on hiring extra security from his pockets, paying military men instead of guards. He worked quietly, sometimes gazing upon a restless Letharia. He gave her medicine to lower her fever throughout the night, he was relieved it was almost gone. Her bullet wound looked fine, no sign of infection. Aven sat back at his desk, as he wrote down further adjustments to law, the more he drifted off into slumber. L