The Thrones' Abyss
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Past is dead, Luna was repeating to herself, she should have let go of all the distracting emotions and focus on herself and this man only, the man who touched her skin; smiled for her, saved her life, and emerged to her life as a hero that he wasn't. This beast was the beautiful thing she had ever had and wouldn't let him go. Not now that her soul touched his.
His touch was warm and intoxicated her, she craved it as she was lost in the dark abyss of his impatience. His tolerance was wiggling at a thin edge and she couldn't stop him when it was exactly related to his life. Her heart won her logic and brain, her rules and limits.
But her tears were slowly moving down on the corner of her eyes, burning and teasing, she was in pain, sweet pain and he couldn't hear her saying, "it hurts, Wil... Please..." Or probably she was shouting it in her head, hre mouth couldn't shoot the words out. The thing that trusted into her was thick and throbbed in her hard, banging inside and out. It was a sweet torment but she could not breathe as well. More like bitter fruit that granted contentment.
He wasn't himself and seemed the way he was seeing her was extremely different than what the fact was, and all of a sudden, everything ran to a hovering lucid shape then turned dark. Her body grew weightless and his fangs dove into her neck then even her nails couldn't struggle more than that.
Everything veered to sprinkling ash, from that bed and the man who could eventually possess her, things rewrote to an edge of a chasm with a brutal wind that clawed her hair back. She closed her eyes, "it was a viscous intoxicated dream, nothing more." She was trying to pursue herself when the rocks cracked under her feet and she slipped down into the dark.
She woke up in a panic and the sharp light infiltrated her iris savagely, like a rough blade slicing her view. Her hand moved up in sudden reaction and cut the teasing light gleams.
She rolled her hand down, her stomach was grazing and burning like a pit just had aroused to kill her if she gave futile attention on this yearning.
She blinked multiple times, where was he? Perhaps she delayed and they had hit the road.
Her body ached madly as if she had hammered in mines for days and the dark devoured her so as soon as she reached the light, she was punished and whipped for overdoing herself.
The facilities in the chamber came to view and she saw master Gaven who was snorting while his head leaned back on the back of the chair and his legs rested on the table near her, his hat fallen down and poor deserted part of his head was glinting and exposing.
A smile carved on her dry lips and the thin skin tore.
She licked the blood that emitted out of her lips, she frowned! Why did she like this taste while already its taste used to disgust her, making her bowels turn?
Her neck ached more than any part, her hand slid up and she touched the spot that was throbbing. It was bandaged but when she pressed it her brain screeched and the scene in front of her shivered like watching a space on a water surface.
"Master..."
She could not afford to let more words out but it was enough for the dwarf's sharp ears to be tickled.
He flashed beside the bed, "calm down, my lady." Holding her hand, "it is nothing, just a scratch."
The man's voice faded away and she was twisting in pain, then she recalled the night. Wilmore's fangs, it was the mark that he left on her.
The faerie took a vial in his hand and poured it into her mouth, her body was showing reaction toward this wound. If she doesn't get well soon Livia and the queen would notice this. This was terrible.
As her body absorbed the potion, the pain sprinkled down like it didn't exist. Luna blinked and looked at the man while her skin was glowing because of the beaded sweet. She was swallowing the sore not to shriek.
"What is happening to me?" She gasped.
"I will tell you, but now just have some rest. You must be hungry, you've been unconscious since the last three days."
What? This man must be kidding! Three days? It meant that Wilmore and her uncle had left three days ago and now should have been in Moon Lake.
"Master," for a moment she felt a pit in her stomach, it was a deep hunger tugged to loneliness, feeling that she was dropped to the depth of dark and she couldn't escape because either side she would run to soon could bring her back to the center of the unpleasant vacancy.
"Yes, milady."
This witty man was right, it was what she must have done. Thus, instead of growling and sobbing, she smiled and asked for food.
"Please tell my maidens to bring me something warm and delicious."
Master Gaven dabbed on her hand and walked to the door, unlatching the lock he faced two panicked faces who stiffened across his sight.
"Were you here since last night?"
He scanned them from toe to up, even captain Nemo had dark circles under his eyes and it meant three of them didn't sleep the entire night just to watch over her and serve her if she lacked. It was wonderful that how fast she gained their loyalty. And a bit strange!
"She is up, bring her food and go have some rest!" He sighed.
"Can we see her just a bit?"
Helena begged but the faerie was a little wicked didn't want to concern the girl with these girls being as it haunting ghosts.
"No, go bring breakfast first. Something warm contains meat."
The girls nodded and headed down the corridor.
Master Gaven looked at Nemo, "go have some rest. Your father and your stepmother will come here. Certainly, they prefer to see you. Don't let them see you in this situation."
Nemo bowed his head and went to the guards' chamber.
The dwarf got back to the bedroom and his head rolled on the bed, she wasn't there.
How could he handle this? Controlling a werewolf human was like walking on fire.
"Lady Luna?"
"Please wait outside, let me wash. I stink."
Shaking his head, he guessed right, her senses will change slowly, and soon in the full moon, she would find herself different, shaping as a wolf who must give a sacrifice to the moon!
"Master Gaven, what is wrong with me? I hated blood scent but now I like it. Is it for the mark?"
She poured water into the stone tub, the water was cold but she didn't care. She laid inside, there was a heat inside her that would not cease down.
"Perhaps because of the mark, it is."
It was even tough for him to explain it.
She closed her eyes, as the cold water kissed her skin and she felt decent. Wilmore's eyes emerged to her mind, she frowned, his cold space beside her could be sensed more than she supposed.
"He is gone.." She mumbled.
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Chapter 219: (119): He Is Gone
Past is dead, Luna was repeating to herself, she should have let go of all the distracting emotions and focus on herself and this man only, the man who touched her skin; smiled for her, saved her life, and emerged to her life as a hero that he wasn't. This beast was the beautiful thing she had ever had and wouldn't let him go. Not now that her soul touched his.
His touch was warm and intoxicated her, she craved it as she was lost in the dark abyss of his impatience. His tolerance was wiggling at a thin edge and she couldn't stop him when it was exactly related to his life. Her heart won her logic and brain, her rules and limits.
But her tears were slowly moving down on the corner of her eyes, burning and teasing, she was in pain, sweet pain and he couldn't hear her saying, "it hurts, Wil... Please..." Or probably she was shouting it in her head, hre mouth couldn't shoot the words out. The thing that trusted into her was thick and throbbed in her hard, banging inside and out. It was a sweet torment but she could not breathe as well. More like bitter fruit that granted contentment.
He wasn't himself and seemed the way he was seeing her was extremely different than what the fact was, and all of a sudden, everything ran to a hovering lucid shape then turned dark. Her body grew weightless and his fangs dove into her neck then even her nails couldn't struggle more than that.
Everything veered to sprinkling ash, from that bed and the man who could eventually possess her, things rewrote to an edge of a chasm with a brutal wind that clawed her hair back. She closed her eyes, "it was a viscous intoxicated dream, nothing more." She was trying to pursue herself when the rocks cracked under her feet and she slipped down into the dark.
She woke up in a panic and the sharp light infiltrated her iris savagely, like a rough blade slicing her view. Her hand moved up in sudden reaction and cut the teasing light gleams.
She rolled her hand down, her stomach was grazing and burning like a pit just had aroused to kill her if she gave futile attention on this yearning.
She blinked multiple times, where was he? Perhaps she delayed and they had hit the road.
Her body ached madly as if she had hammered in mines for days and the dark devoured her so as soon as she reached the light, she was punished and whipped for overdoing herself.
The facilities in the chamber came to view and she saw master Gaven who was snorting while his head leaned back on the back of the chair and his legs rested on the table near her, his hat fallen down and poor deserted part of his head was glinting and exposing.
A smile carved on her dry lips and the thin skin tore.
She licked the blood that emitted out of her lips, she frowned! Why did she like this taste while already its taste used to disgust her, making her bowels turn?
Her neck ached more than any part, her hand slid up and she touched the spot that was throbbing. It was bandaged but when she pressed it her brain screeched and the scene in front of her shivered like watching a space on a water surface.
"Master..."
She could not afford to let more words out but it was enough for the dwarf's sharp ears to be tickled.
He flashed beside the bed, "calm down, my lady." Holding her hand, "it is nothing, just a scratch."
The man's voice faded away and she was twisting in pain, then she recalled the night. Wilmore's fangs, it was the mark that he left on her.
The faerie took a vial in his hand and poured it into her mouth, her body was showing reaction toward this wound. If she doesn't get well soon Livia and the queen would notice this. This was terrible.
As her body absorbed the potion, the pain sprinkled down like it didn't exist. Luna blinked and looked at the man while her skin was glowing because of the beaded sweet. She was swallowing the sore not to shriek.
"I will tell you, but now just have some rest. You must be hungry, you've been unconscious since the last three days."
What? This man must be kidding! Three days? It meant that Wilmore and her uncle had left three days ago and now should have been in Moon Lake.
"Master," for a moment she felt a pit in her stomach, it was a deep hunger tugged to loneliness, feeling that she was dropped to the depth of dark and she couldn't escape because either side she would run to soon could bring her back to the center of the unpleasant vacancy.
"Yes, milady."
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Her tears glinted in her eyes, she was sad and the faerie could smell it, "you must hang on, milady. Things wouldn't stay like this unless you keep being strong toward the struggles."This witty man was right, it was what she must have done. Thus, instead of growling and sobbing, she smiled and asked for food.
"Please tell my maidens to bring me something warm and delicious."
Master Gaven dabbed on her hand and walked to the door, unlatching the lock he faced two panicked faces who stiffened across his sight.
"Were you here since last night?"
He scanned them from toe to up, even captain Nemo had dark circles under his eyes and it meant three of them didn't sleep the entire night just to watch over her and serve her if she lacked. It was wonderful that how fast she gained their loyalty. And a bit strange!
"She is up, bring her food and go have some rest!" He sighed.
"Can we see her just a bit?"
Helena begged but the faerie was a little wicked didn't want to concern the girl with these girls being as it haunting ghosts.
"No, go bring breakfast first. Something warm contains meat."
The girls nodded and headed down the corridor.
Master Gaven looked at Nemo, "go have some rest. Your father and your stepmother will come here. Certainly, they prefer to see you. Don't let them see you in this situation."
Nemo bowed his head and went to the guards' chamber.
The dwarf got back to the bedroom and his head rolled on the bed, she wasn't there.
How could he handle this? Controlling a werewolf human was like walking on fire.
"Please wait outside, let me wash. I stink."
Shaking his head, he guessed right, her senses will change slowly, and soon in the full moon, she would find herself different, shaping as a wolf who must give a sacrifice to the moon!
"Master Gaven, what is wrong with me? I hated blood scent but now I like it. Is it for the mark?"
She poured water into the stone tub, the water was cold but she didn't care. She laid inside, there was a heat inside her that would not cease down.
"Perhaps because of the mark, it is."
It was even tough for him to explain it.
She closed her eyes, as the cold water kissed her skin and she felt decent. Wilmore's eyes emerged to her mind, she frowned, his cold space beside her could be sensed more than she supposed.
"He is gone.." She mumbled.
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