PART TWO

 

Aurelia 

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The dragon egg seemed to pulse with life, as weird as that sounded. Like a heartbeat that thumped in perfect tandem with my own. 

                Strange. 

                But even stranger—I could’ve sworn I felt the egg rock slightly of its own accord. Yet, when I glanced down at where it was being cradled in the crook of my arm, it looked as still as ever. 

                Ugh. Snap out of it, Aura. It’s just an egg. Focus. 

                Not that I had to remind myself, really. Even as I’d finally managed to focus on something other than the movie-worthy scene in front of me, all I could hear were those six words that had changed everything. The words that had come from Kayden’s mouth right after he’d shifted to his human form from the giant black wolf that was apparently his alternate form. 

                What are you doing here, mother?

                The young, golden-haired, dark-eyed beauty, a mother? And not just a mother, but one of a grown adult? She hardly looked older than I did. 

                But even as I thought about it, a small voice in the back of my head finally pointed out the thing I’d been in denial of ever since I’d first seen Jay leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the chamber. They’re magic. 

                I knew that if I glanced at the woman in question, I’d likely find some hint of the magic that marked her as one of them. Just as I knew that if I looked close enough at Kayden and Jay, I’d probably see something in them I hadn’t seen before. 

                But I didn’t. Couldn’t. 

                Not yet. 

                That would make it all too real. 

                Glancing up, I held my breath as I finally raised my gaze from where I’d been staring blankly at an invisible speck on the floor. I’d felt Kayden’s stare burning me for several minutes now. But even as I finally worked up the courage to meet his usually dark, lifeless gaze, nothing could prepare me for what I found there. 

                Those normally flat depths seemed to swirl with an inexplicable essence. Magic. More than that, though, an inner light seemed to have ignited within the onyx-like colour. 

                It was almost as if some invisible veil had been ripped away, revealing not just the power he’d been so careful to hide away, but also the signs of actual emotions. That soul crushing fear still lay there, but now there were several other things. Hopelessness, anger, pain, concern… So many emotions, too many to decipher them all. 

                It was…odd, to say the least. 

                I was so busy staring at Kayden—specifically at his strange, weirdly expressive eyes—that I almost dropped the egg as it gave another, very real, rock. 

                “Umm… Guys?” I lifted my gaze from where it had immediately shot to the egg, my heart thundering at what felt like a million miles per minute. I couldn’t quite keep the panic from my voice as I met Kayden’s stare once more. “What’s going on with the egg?”

                From the corner of my eye, I saw the woman’s face drain of colour as she looked at the egg. Her eyes widened, and her mouth somehow seemed to go tight and lax at the same time. 

                The face that had been a mask of endless boredom and irreverence since the moment she’d come into my line of sight was now pressed with—what was that? Shock? Anger? Surprise? Or something else? I couldn’t tell, but something about it—about her—had me quickly backing away. 

                Or had me wanting to, since it only took a single, pitiful step for me to back into the body I’d somehow completely forgotten about. 

                In that moment, I realised several things at once. The first was that I was not leaving this chamber unless it was as a prisoner or in a body bag. The second was that Kayden and Jay wouldn’t help me—whether it was because they genuinely couldn’t or because they wanted nothing to do with me didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was alone, and no help was coming for me. 

                The third, and perhaps most important thing of all, was that whether any of us liked it or not, the dragon egg was hatching. And, considering the murderous glare being sent my way from the young woman whom Kayden had called ‘mother’, I was betting on not. 

                I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I almost completely missed it as the young woman gave a pointed jerk of her chin to someone behind me. 

                A moment later, I felt a sharp jab and a blinding flash of pain as something solid and hard met the base of my skull. I could only blink in surprise before my vision went black and I crumpled to the ground. My last thought was to hope someone caught the dragon’s egg in time. 

                Then the screaming started and I knew no more. 

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~*~ 

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My eyes felt impossibly heavy as they snapped open, my blurry vision making it impossible to see. Not that did anything to stop me from jolting upright. 

                My head was pounding like a hammer striking an anvil over and over again. I knew that if I dared to reach back, I would likely find a robin’s egg sized lump at the base of my skull from where the person who’d been behind me—a guard, no doubt—had struck. 

                Shit. So it hadn’t all been some weird psychedelic dream or something. 

                Blinking, I fought to clear my eyesight. Once it had, an entirely different battle took place—one that I lost almost immediately as my mouth dropped to the floor. I gaped at my surroundings. 

                “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I muttered to myself. Holy hell. The room I’d been left in was spacious and well decorated in an elaborate but minimalistic way. The floor alone must have cost a small fortune. The tiles were arranged in an alternating design using white and gold marble, which should have looked ridiculously ostentatious but somehow didn’t. 

                The room’s walls were made of a polished, impossibly pure white stone, with gold finishings scattered about, adding dimension to the space.

                Everything seemed to have gold trimmings: the small collection of seating that had been set up to my front left; the lacing on the white curtains that had been pulled back to reveal towering windows, the canopy of the bed I lay in; the posts on the four-poster bed… Hell, even the double doors directly in front of me on the opposite side of the room had gold embedded into it. 

                It was everywhere. Yet, it didn’t feel gaudy. 

                Just as I was ready to slip out from beneath the doona, the door opened. Without so much as a knock, in slipped a young woman who couldn’t have been much older than me—though that didn’t mean very much, considering the fact that this could only be the Lost World my father had written about in his journal. 

                His journal. 

                Shit. No, no, no. No. 

                Risking taking my gaze off the stranger, I glanced around hastily, looking for any sign of the bag I’d been carrying the last time I’d been conscious. But…nope. No sign of the bag, my father’s notebook, or the egg—though the last one was hardly surprising. 

                That journal, though… 

                Looking back to the woman who’d just entered, I felt my shoulders square, resolve, and then settle in as I met her gaze. I needed to get that journal back, and this stranger might be able to lead me to it. 

                Drawing to a halt, the girl just stared, her pale blue eyes widening as they met my hazel ones. One moment passed, then two—this was about to get real awkward real quick. But then the newcomer cocked her head to the side as a big grin split her face. 

                “Oh, good. You’re up,” she said, striding forward until she perched herself on the end of my bed. “I was beginning to worry. Theo shouldn’t have hit you as hard as he did.” The words were sombre, but something playful lingered in her eyes—ones that gave me an odd sense of familiarity, despite the fact that I’d never seen her before in my life. 

                She had dark skin that practically glowed in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her eyes were uptilted, with gold eyeliner accentuating the curve. Her lashes had been coated with a gold-laced mascara of some kind, and matched the faint dusting of gold that highlighted the stranger’s cheekbones. 

                She looked stunning. But it was made even more so not because of the cosmetics or her inherent beauty, but because of her hair, which had been woven into thin, tight braids that she’d left to cascade down her back. Strands of gold were woven into each braid, and the metal caught in the sunlight. 

                Honestly, it looked like she belonged here, in this room of white and gold—especially with the white dress and golden jewellery and strappy golden sandals. On anyone else it all would’ve looked ridiculous, but on her it somehow worked. 

                “I’m Ravira. You may call me Rav or Vira—most people call me Vira, though,” she said. The warm look on her face seemed to darken, though, as she muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like, “Not that those two imbeciles remember that. It’s always Rav, coming from them.” Just as fast as it’d first switched, Ravira’s countenance seemed to completely flip again as she extended a graceful hand towards me. “And you’re Aurelia. Not that you need an introduction—I’ve heard all about you.” 

                I’d been in the process of reaching out to shake her hand when her words registered. “Y-you have?” I asked, faltering. 

                Ravira snorted. The indelicate sound was at odds with the elaborate language she’d used so far. It was strangely welcoming. “Oh, you’ve got no idea. You’re the human girl that’s got my brothers in such a twist—to an extent that even I haven’t managed to achieve in all the years I’ve been alive. Of course I’ve heard all about you.” She shot me a conspirator’s grin. “Someday, you have to tell me how you did it. It’s honestly been a birthday present and a half to see everyone attempting to act calm as they run around like headless chooks. Bloody amazing.” 

                “Wait. Go back a second,” I said, reaching up to rub my brows, as if doing so could do anything to help sort out the mess of information in my mind. “Brothers?” 

                “Well, I say ‘brothers’ loosely, since only one of them is actually related to me. The other one might as well be related to us since we’ve all been friends since the day we were born. His Highness even has his own dedicated room in my house. And, if I’m being honest, he probably lives there more than here, in the palace. Not that I blame him for that,” Ravira said, yabbering on and on.

                His Highness… Who the hell? If I was really in the Lost World like I suspected, then that meant she had to be talking about the Crown Prince—the only child of Queen Rayna, according to my father’s journal. 

                But that was impossible. I’d spent my entire life moving about from one place to another. There hadn’t been any chance or reason for me to have met him. 

                Despite that, though, Ravira was looking at me as if I should know exactly who she was talking about. “His Highness?” 

                Again, cocking her head to the side, the woman across from me studied me, as if I were some kind of interesting puzzle. “Huh. Jayden wasn’t kidding when he told me how little you knew—though he also said you knew more than you should. Idiot can’t seem to make up his mind.” 

                Jayden. “You’re not talking about Kayden and Jay, are you?” 

                But even as the question left my parched lips, Ravira’s familiar features finally seemed to click in place. Those eyes were almost the exact same shade as Jay’s. And though her brother had a more masculine make up of his facial structure than her, they shared the same high cheekbones, oval shaped faces and uptilted eyes. 

                God. They looked like spitting images, the only difference being that one was male and the other was female. How hadn’t I seen it before? 

                Yet, Ravira had said something else. Something that nagged at me. 

                His Highness. 

                “You can’t be serious,” I said, my mouth dropping open. “Kayden? The Crown Prince?” 

                Wincing slightly at the screech in my voice as I almost screamed the words, Ravira nodded slowly. “Yes. The one and only.” 

                But that meant the young woman Kayden had called ‘mother’ was not just a magical being of some sort, but Queen Rayna, the current ruling monarch of the Lost World. 

                “Holy shit,” I breathed. 

                A wry grin tugged at the other girl’s lips as she stared at me with an assessing gaze. “Yes. Holy shit indeed.” 

                I opened my mouth to ask any of the millions of questions currently swirling around in my head. But before I could, a knock sounded on the doors to the room, startling us both. Ravira looked to the double doors, a dark look passing across her face, as if she could sense something I couldn’t—which, in all honesty, she probably could. “I’ll get that. You stay here.” 

                She was up and across the room before I even had the chance to argue. 

                A moment passed. Two. Three. Then Jay’s sister was turning back to me, the lines of her gorgeous face set in determination. 

                Instead of coming straight back like I’d expected her to, Ravira went to one of the two doors on my right that I’d noted before but hadn’t had the chance to get up and explore. She disappeared into the one furthest from me without another word, only to reappear a minute later, a simple white dress adorned with gold like her own and gold-coloured sandals to match in hand. 

                “You’ve been summoned to the Council chamber. It would appear the Queen is done waiting,” she said, laying her selection out on the bed beside me. “Get changed into these quickly. There should be a brush on the bench in the bathroom,” she said, gesturing vaguely over her shoulder to the other door. “I’d suggest brushing out your hair since it looks like you’ve been asleep for more than three days.” 

                I jolted, taking in that new information. Three days. I’d been asleep for three days. That couldn’t be normal. 

                Ravira, either unaware of my inner turmoil over the bomb she’d just dropped or uncaring, merely straightened, giving me a cursory glance. “I have to check in on His Royal Highness, since I’m the only one of us the Queen hasn’t banned from seeing anyone. Jay will be by shortly to escort you to the Council chamber—though if anyone asks, you merely ran into him in the halls and asked him for directions since Her Majesty banned him from seeing you, too.” 

                Without waiting for me to offer any form of confirmation or thanks, Ravira strode for the doors once more. She reached for the golden door knob but paused as she gazed back at me one final time. “For whatever it’s worth, it’s been a pleasure to meet you, Aurelia Everhart.” 

                And with that, she opened the door and slipped from the room, leaving as silently as she’d come in. 

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Kayden 

~*~ 

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Three days had passed since that night Jay and I had found Aurelia in that chamber. Since Jay had handed over those ten gold marks from our bet—gold that now sat comfortably within my wallet—and since my darling mother had shown up to ruin everything, including recalling the two of us back home. 

                Only with a new red-headed addition in tow, too. 

                If I felt like being honest, it had pretty much been three days since my life had gone to absolute hell. Long days, during which I hadn’t seen or heard from Aurelia once. 

                Nope. That’d been one of the things Queen Rayna had done almost immediately—banned me and Jay from seeing the girl she’d unceremoniously dubbed the ‘human prisoner’. 

                Luckily, she hadn’t said a single godsdamn thing about Ravira seeing her. So, not only had I not bothered fighting her over the declaration, but I’d also asked Jay to hunt down his sister since I sure as hell wasn’t allowed to do it. All because my mother hadn’t stopped at just that. Indeed, her second command had been to place me under house arrest. Well…castle arrest, really—if I’d been allowed to leave my rooms, that is. 

                I never really did understand why children nowadays dreamed of being princes and princesses when they grow up. This wasn’t a life I’d wish on anyone—even my worst enemy. 

                Then again, not every prince or princess had Queen Rayna Valentino for a mother. No, I was the only one blessed enough to have that particular pleasure. 

                Despite considering them as the brother and sister I never had, Jay and Vira still had their own mother, Zia. And whilst neither of our fathers were alive anymore, we’d once had separate fathers, too. 

                Which meant the only biological member of my family still gracing this godsforsaken planet was my mother.

                Yay, lucky me. 

                I was sitting on my couch, a favourite book of mine open in my hand as I stared blankly at the pages, lost in my own thoughts, when a knock on the doors of my chambers yanked me back into reality. “It’s open” was all I said. 

                A moment later, the white doors swung open to reveal the face of the girl I knew just as well as Jay, though that was hardly surprising considering the two had shared a womb. 

                “Your Highness,” she greeted with an overly flourished bow, the sunlight drifting in from outside my towering windows, glinting off the gold she’d had wound through her braids in her hair. 

                I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face even if I’d wanted to. One would think I’d be used to her antics by now, since I’d pretty much known her my whole life, but there was always some sort of amusement to be found around Ravira—be it with her or at her expense. “Hello, Rav,” I said, knowing it’d probably piss her off.

                I jerked my chin for her to shut the doors she’d opened. There was no need for my mother’s guards to hear whatever it was she’d shown up to share with me. “Anything?” I finally asked once the doors had been firmly shut again. 

                She didn’t need clarification to know what I spoke of, thankfully. Instead, a big, wicked grin merely tugged at her lips. “She’s awake.” 

                The air rushed out of me in a single, heaving sigh of relief. My shoulders slumped as I felt some of the tightness that’d been coiling within me since our return home ease, if only a little bit. I didn’t even pause to consider what they’d already talked about or the meaning behind that smile as I let out a quiet, “Thank the gods.” 

                But then that ever-present, vibrant amusement that seemed to radiate from Vira’s eyes dimmed. There was something else. 

                “What is it? What aren’t you telling me?” 

                “Your mother…” I felt my eyes narrow as my heart began pounding. Barely concealing a wince, Vira shook her head, glancing back to the doors before facing me once more. “She’s requested your presence in the Council chamber. Yours, Jay’s and Aurelia’s.” 

                Crap. This can’t be good. 

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~*~ 

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Even from a distance, I could tell Aurelia’s face was notably pale as Vira and I quickly made our way down the hall to meet our companions outside the Council room’s double doors. Amusingly, she kept a healthy distance from Jay—as if doing so would help protect her in any way if it came down to a fight. Not that she needed to worry about that at all since I knew Jay would’ve sooner harmed a fly than her. 

                Even if he’d probably argue to the contrary if anyone were to point it out. Not that Aurelia knew that quite yet. 

                No. It seemed as if the only one of us Aurelia was even remotely comfortable around was Rav—if the way she slumped slightly with relief at the sight of the malakhim at my side was anything to go by. 

                “Has the Council said anything yet?” I asked, turning to Jay. 

                My friend shook his head. “Not a peep.” 

                “I don’t know whether to be relieved by that or not, honestly.” I looked towards the chamber’s doors, knowing the exact layout of the Council table, where each Councillor sat, the small viewing area, and the stand we would be standing behind. 

                “I choose ‘not’. You know how those old, grumbling farts are,” Ravira mumbled.

                “Careful, Rav,” Jay said softly, a cautious light in his gaze. “They may be old, but they can still hear just as well as you and I.” 

                Deciding that none of us really needed to have a front row seat to yet another one of their bickering battles, I cut in. “Do we know how many Councillors have graced us with their presence?” 

                “All.” Jay’s features were drawn, his eyes hard and slightly cold, almost like chips of ice. 

                All. 

                Gods, when was the last time they’d all been gathered in one place? It had been several years at the very least. 

                “Even Selene?” I asked, some small part of me hoping that this wouldn’t be as bad as it was starting to sound. 

                But then Jay nodded, and that hope came immediately crashing down. “Even Selene.” 

                “Wait. Can someone fill me in here? Who is Selene? And what’s this Council?” Aurelia asked, looking around the little huddle we’d created with those hazel eyes of hers. 

                Ravira snorted softly before sending me a saccharine smile. “You can take this one, Princeling.” 

                Jay, who’d been mostly quiet since our arrival beyond answering my questions, merely rolled his eyes at his twin’s antics as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The Council,” I said, giving Rav a pointed but playful glare before turning my attention back to Aurelia, “is the governing body who rules a step under the monarch. There are six Council members at any given time—a representative for each faction of beings we have here. The fae, faeries, shifters, malakhim, witches, and gifted humans. Currently, Domonic is the representative for the fae, Deomus for the faeries, Selene for the shifters, Enzo for the malakhim, Sybil for the witches, and Aurelius for the humans. Normally, only a few of them are in residence at the palace with the Queen. But it would seem that something about you caught their eyes.” Seeing the questions in her own gaze, I could only shrug, not having the answers she wanted. I had absolutely no idea why all of them had decided that this meeting would be worth their time—if anything, it just made me anxious. “There’s a few of them to watch out for. Mainly Domonic—he’s an absolute pain in the ass on a good day. No one can stand him.” 

                Vira and Jay both looked like they were going to argue, but neither of them contradicted me. Afterall, he was an ass. There was no denying it. 

                “And he’s the representative for the…fae, right?” Aurelia’s brows were drawn together as she looked around our group for clarification. 

                “Yes,” Rav said. “Deomus, the representative of the faeries—and yes, there is a difference between the fae and faeries—is also someone to watch out for. The bastard is slippery with his words. One wrong move with him and you could end up in an eternity-long contract that you didn’t even realise you’d agreed to.” 

                “Sybil would probably be the next one to keep an eye on,” Jay mused, staring absentmindedly at a spot over his sister’s shoulder. “She’s not someone who’ll easily offer aid. But she’s nice and honest once she does.” 

                “Then there’s Selene—ancient as hell, but if she takes a liking to you then she’s one of the best allies you’ll have.” Vira cocked her head in her feline way, making her seem more shifter than malakhim. “She could go either way with you.”

                “Enzo will be the easiest to convince,” Jay said. “He normally sides with us on anything.” 

                “The fact that he’s your cousin doesn’t hurt,” I couldn’t help but mutter. 

                “Hey! I can recall several times where our cousin saved your sorry ass, Kayde. So, I wouldn’t be so quick to whine if I were you.” Vira narrowed her eyes as she glared pointedly at me. 

                “Yeah. He saved our asses. And then had all three of us doing chores for the next month—no matter who was involved.” 

                “Better than rotting in a cell,” she quipped. 

                I opened my mouth, fully prepared to snap something back, when Jay cut in, “Do you two really think bickering right now is the smartest idea? Really? Use some common sense here, please—I know you both have the capacity to do so.” 

                Huffing, Vira crossed her arms as she shifted that glare to her twin. “But bickering is so fun. Especially when His Royal Grumpy Pants over here makes it so easy.” 

                Ignoring his sister, Jay took control of the conversation once more, diverting us back to the topic at hand. “Aurelius will likely be as easy to convince as Enzo. It’s the Queen you’ll have to watch out for the most.” 

                “Yes. For whatever reason, Queen Rayna has decided she sincerely does not like you. And since she’s the final, deciding vote…” Ravira didn’t need to finish for us to all know what she was thinking. 

                “So…all of them are currently waiting for us behind that door?” Aurelia’s already paler-than-usual face drained of even more colour as I nodded. “Isn’t it rude to keep them waiting, then?” 

                “It’d be considered ruder to enter without being given leave to do so.” 

                “Not that you’re the best person to ask about being polite,” Jay grumbled. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone who didn’t already know who you are would actually be able to figure out your status without being told.” 

                “My brother is right; your manners are absolutely atrocious.” Ravira shook her head, her body shaking with soundless laughter. 

                “Thanks, guys,” I said with as much sarcasm as I could possibly inject into my tone. Placing a hand over my heart in mock sincerity, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Seriously. Thank you so much for the love, confidence and support. I can truly feel it.” 

                Jay simply offered a wicked, unapologetic grin in response. But his sister… 

                “Oh, you’re very, very welcome, Your Esteemed Royal Highness,” she said with a beaming smile as she sketched another bow. 

I looked up, catching Aurelia glancing between us, her eyes assessing. It was as if she were seeing something that no one else could. And I was honestly willing to bet that she probably could. 

                Especially as those beautiful hazel eyes glanced up and met mine and I couldn’t quite stop the shiver that crept down my spine at the look I found there. And yet, she shifted her gaze away before I had the chance to properly decipher it. 

                What happened that she could barely meet my gaze for more than a scant few moments at a time? Obviously, the prince bombshell had been dropped on her somehow, so it might have been that. But could it have been because of the magic? Or something else? 

                I was just about to step forward to get her to look at me when the doors to the Council chamber finally swung open, revealing a stone-faced guard. “They’re ready for you now.”

 

~*~ 

 

The guard quickly led us into the hallway beyond, where he and another patted each of us down for weapons before allowing us through. No matter how many times we went through this, the twins never seemed to find it even remotely acceptable to part with their weapons. 

                At least they got the small consolation of their weapons needing two whole tables to hold them. Cause, holy gods. Whilst they were on the taller side of the scale, they weren’t exactly giants. How anyone could possibly move properly and carry that much steel on them was completely beyond my comprehension. 

                Hidden sheaths were sewn into Jay’s clothes—his arms, legs, chest. Anywhere, really. Then visible weapons were strapped above the hidden sheaths, too, doubling his mini armoury. The twin swords Jay usually carried were laid down with such care that anyone with eyes could tell which weapons he favoured. But everything had to be laid on the table, including the smaller daggers that’d been tucked into his boots. 

                Then there was Vira. At first glance, it looked like she was completely unarmed. But, despite being in a dress and strappy-looking sandals, she still had her own fair share of blades. Daggers encasing her legs and somehow hidden in her dress, unbeknownst to the discerning eye. 

                Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Aurelia gaping as she tracked each move Vira made. Especially once she started taking off her jewellery. 

                “The metal is a rare mineral found here—one that can be infused with magic,” I said quietly, leaning closer to Aurelia as I nodded towards Vira’s jewellery. “She had hers specially made to turn into weapons when needed—hence why she has to hand them in before being allowed in.”

                Though, none of it was exactly unexpected, considering the twins’ upbringing and the life they were set to follow. 

                After the guards were finally satisfied we had no way to sneak any weapons in, the original guard said, his voice a flat monotone, “This way, please,” before gesturing to the open space beyond the small corridor that would eventually lead us to the area before the Council table. 

                Inside, the lights had dimmed, almost like we were in one of the cinemas in the human realm. 

                At the back of the room was a monolith of a curved high table where seven familiar faces were seated behind. And there, in the direct middle of it all, was Queen Rayna Valentino glaring imperially down her nose at the four of us as we stood before the short marble rail that served as a stand before the Councillors. 

                Aurelia stood to my left, the two of us taking up the centre. We were just behind where I knew a spotlight of sorts would shine, indicating the person speaking. Every Councillor had one too, the lights illuminating each of their sombre features. 

                Without a word, Vira and Jay flanked us, with Jay to my right and Vira to Aurelia’s left. It almost felt natural.

                “Ravira Rayburn,” my mother said, her clear, ceaselessly regal voice dragging me from my thoughts. “Why is it that you’re here despite me having no recollection of you being among the people I summoned?” 

                “Vira,” I ground out between clenched teeth. Why the hell hadn’t I thought to check that she’d been amongst the people whom my mother had requested the presence of? I mean, it wasn’t the first time she’d pulled something like this. So, I couldn’t say I was really that surprised. But I’d hoped that she wouldn’t be dumb enough to compromise the outcome of the Council’s decision like this. 

                She couldn’t—not where Aurelia was involved. Vira, possibly more than anyone, had to understand why I couldn’t allow it. 

                Not missing a beat, though, Vira stepped forward to meet the Queen’s gaze, her head held high as she dared to meet the Queen’s gaze. “Pardon my forwardness, Majesty, but I am here to represent the Rayburn family. Ordinarily a familial representative is called for when someone is facing repercussions for any actions that they may or may not have partaken in. And, considering what Your Majesty saw fit to do since my brother and the Crown Prince returned, it would appear to me that they are in fact facing a considerable amount of trouble. Thus, as our mother has not been sent for, I am here to represent Jayden Rayburn as his next of kin.” 

                Despite Vira being the one who usually got us all into the most trouble, she sure knew what the hell she was doing—formal words for a formal proceeding. Though there were several faces that looked anything but pleased gazing down at us, I could’ve sworn I saw a hint of approval in my mother’s dark eyes—there and gone before I had the chance to know it had actually been real. 

                “Very well” was all the Queen said. And that was that.

                “Miss Aurelia Everhart,” Deomus Fairchild called, clearing his throat as he stepped forward. His tall, willowy frame and bark-like skin clearly marked him as a faerie. But it was his entirely black eyes that unsettled most, the pupil so large that not a hint of white could be found. “You have been summoned here today because you were caught in the act of stealing the egg of the last remaining dragon. How do you plead?” 

                Aurelia’s eyes had widened slightly. But it was that fear-filled gaze as she cast a small, fleeting look in my direction that had me stepping forward and doing what was arguably one of the stupidest things I’d ever done in my entire life. Which was really saying something considering how many times I’d stood on trial with Vira and Jay by my side before this very Council. 

                “Your Majesty and esteemed Council Representatives,” I said, addressing the assemblage before us, “this girl is human—and a young human, at that. Can you honestly tell me that you truly believe that she knew what she was doing when she stole the egg?” 

                “Do you dare suggest that we’ve falsely accused the girl?” Domonic hissed down at me, his brutish features twisting with disgust as his slicked back dark hair caught the light of the chandelier high above. 

                “Not at all, Councillor Castellano.” I flicked my gaze around, taking in each of the six other faces staring down at me before fixing my attention back on Domonic. “I am merely asking whether you have truly considered whether Miss Everhart knew what she was doing the night she stole the egg? I believe we’re all aware that she was caught red-handed by none other than Jayden Rayburn and myself. But are you certain that stealing the egg was her own intent or was she simply just a pawn in somebody else’s twisted game?” 

                “You raise a valid point, Prince,” Aurelius said, his deep voice echoing in the hall-like space. “However, upon inspection of the belongings Miss Everhart had in her possession at the time of being apprehended, it was revealed that she had a journal in which there were detailed instructions on where to find the egg and how to get to it. Thus, proving the intent behind the theft of the egg was in fact her own.”

                Barely resisting the urge to rub the space between my brows, I couldn’t help but shoot an annoyed look in Aurelia’s direction. Gods, she’s certainly not making this easy. A journal for crying out loud. She’d been carrying a journal with information about the egg. That was almost as incriminating as being caught with the egg in her possession. Well…there went that plan. 

                “If I may, Councillors.” Vira stepped forward, taking the spotlight again, her chin raised, shoulders squared—exactly as it had been every other ‘meeting’ before this. “Why is it that we are having this trial at all then? You’ve clearly proven Miss Everhart’s intent towards stealing the egg in whatever means you have deemed appropriate. And we have several eyewitnesses in this room alone that can attest to her stealing the egg. So, that begs the question, why are we here when you’ve already determined her guilt? And why bring Jayden Rayburn and the Crown Prince into this, too?” 

                The Councillors glanced at each other, murmuring softly. But it was the Queen who smiled, the sight lacking any trace of humour and warmth. 

                “An astute observation, Miss Rayburn,” mother drawled. Her dark eyes went right to Aurelia, not Vira, despite it being the female malakhim who had spoken. For a moment, the Queen gazed down at Aurelia and the girl stared right back. Despite not having said anything so far, despite being so outmatched in this room that it was hardly funny, she didn’t back down one inch under my mother’s scrutinising stare. “You’re right. We’re not here to determine the human prisoner’s guilt.” 

                “So, what are we here for then?” Jay asked when the Queen did not continue. 

                Rayna lifted her dark gaze to meet mine. But then she shifted that piercing glare back to the silent, red head at my side. “The dragon egg has hatched, and the hatchling has chosen this…girl as its bonded rider.” 

                The Queen was cold and imperious as she stared down at us. It was the face I’d grown to expect in the one and a half decades since I’d really had a childhood. But her words… What she’d claimed… 

                I sensed Jay stiffening. His back straightened as his body locked. 

                Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vira reach for the comfort of weapons that weren’t there. Saw her step back from the barrier as she flexed her hands and shifted from foot to foot. She’d always been jumpy without her weapons. But seeing her now… I was suddenly very, very glad that we were forced to stand behind the rail and were nowhere near close enough for the female malakhim to do any of the number of things that were undoubtedly running through her head. 

                Even the six Councillor members glanced at each other, murmuring. They hadn’t known. Every single person in the room showed varying degrees of surprise, outrage or downright terror. 

                All, except for two, that is. 

                My mother didn’t look surprised in the slightest—though that was hardly unexpected considering it had been she who had imparted the news. 

                But Aurelia… 

                The young woman at my side didn’t flinch or back down as she met the Queen’s stare and held it. As she did what most people wouldn’t even dare dream of in their entire lives. 

                Then my mother smiled—just a small tilt of her lips, but it was enough to send a cold shiver down my spine. 

                “The way that I see it,” Queen Rayna called out, silencing the relentless murmuring of the Council members, “Miss Everhart has two options. She can either face the three stages of the Trial. Or she can face imprisonment until the dragonling has reached the age of maturity and shall then be put to death by fire for her crimes.” 

                My mother’s features were as cold and heartless as I’d ever seen them. This wasn’t the face of the caring mother I’d once known long ago, nor was it the face of a nurturing ruler who was doing what she thought was best for her kingdom. No, this was the face of an immortal ruler who was taking advantage of a rare opportunity to make someone’s life a living hell. 

                Someone she knew meant something—not only to her son, but also to the son of one of her closest friends, and perhaps even to the daughter she’d once seen as her own. 

                “The Trials are as good as a death sentence to someone of full magical blood with little to no training. Only the best survive,” Jay snapped, as if he’d forgotten who he was addressing entirely. “A human of no magical abilities…” 

                I glanced at Vira, who’d gone completely silent, her dark features paling. She’d seen the Trials—had trained for them at one point. They were mainly used as a test for the malakhim to enter the elite guard. Most didn’t even attempt to undertake them because of how dangerous they were. 

                For Aurelia to be forced to complete all three phases…

                “There has to be another way—a third option,” I said, refusing to back down even as my mother turned the full force of her flat, emotionless gaze on me. “The Trials aren’t designed for humans to attempt. Do you really wish to see the hatchling die because of your pride?” 

                Though her stare hardened to the point where I knew there would be hell to pay for that comment later, the Queen merely waved a dismissive hand. “The Trials will be adjusted to accommodate for the mortal’s lack of…gifts,” she replied, scanning Aurelia from head to toe with a look of such disgust and judgement that I was almost tempted to reach for her, to shield her from the disdain. “The Trials will be made so that no harm shall come to the hatchling should the human prisoner decide to undertake them.” 

                Opening my mouth once again, I was fully ready to continue arguing for there to be another way when a different voice beat me to it. One that had remained silent the entirety of these damned proceedings thus far. 

                “I will undertake your Trials, Your Majesty,” Aurelia said, stepping up and into the spotlight. “But only under a few conditions.” 

                “You are not in any place to be making demands, mortal,” Rayna said, sitting back in her seat like the uncaring, immortal ruler she was. 

                Yet, despite the hard stare being directed down upon her, despite the Councillors who appeared more than ready to see her blood shed, Aurelia didn’t back down. Not one inch. Not even when Vira reached out to clasp her on the shoulder, softly murmuring her name in warning. 

                For a second, I could’ve sworn a hint of surprise and approval glinted in the Queen’s eyes. But it was there and gone within the blink of an eye. “Very well. Make your requests.” 

                “Firstly, the Trials need to be spaced out. You said there were three phases, I request for there to be at least one week between each phase—it is up to your discretion as to whether there is more time than that or not. Secondly, I’ll need the ability to train for each Trial. I will need the space, the equipment and the wardrobe to do so. And finally, at the end of the first stage, should I successfully complete it and survive, I want all of my belongings to be returned to me—including my father’s journal.” Aurelia’s face was cold, devoid of emotion as she outlined each of her demands. But even from the awkward side angle I was on, I could see the hint of desperation that I knew she was desperately trying to hide. “If you agree to those three requests and swear to make it achievable to a non-magic gifted human such as myself, then I will complete your Trials, if that is what you so wish.” 

                My mother, looking for all the world like a spider with a fly caught in her web exactly where she’d wanted it, merely smiled. “Deal.”

 

 

Aurelia 

~*~ 

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Everyone was silent as we made our way from the Council chamber. My companions had looked about ready to continue arguing with the Queen, but all it had taken was me turning to walk away, not even pausing for permission to do so, for them to shut up. 

                Ravira and Jay had paused at the door, gathering the many, many weapons they’d been forced to leave behind. But Kayden had stuck close to me; always a pace behind at least, but close enough that I could feel the warmth emanating from him.

                I knew the silence wasn’t to last once we got to wherever it was Jay was leading us. That the second we couldn’t be overheard, the many objections I could practically feel brewing in the three people walking at my side would be released in a tidal wave. 

                But, for now, I simply focused on putting one foot in front of the other, just as I always had. 

                All too soon, we reached whatever destination Jay had selected for us. Slipping into the room, he held open the door for me to enter, Kayden quickly following behind with Ravira bringing up the rear. 

                I had all of a few heartbeats to take in the room we’d entered—an open space that looked to be a sitting room of some sort. Like most of the palace, white and gold marble tiles made up a design on the floor, with pure white stone and gold trimmings making up the walls. 

                Several white couches with gold trimmings of their own were positioned tastefully around a white marble hearth. And like in my own rooms, towering windows filtered in copious amounts of sunlight, warming up the space and giving it an open, more welcoming feel. 

                But unlike my rooms where the windows made up the main feature of the back wall, in the spaces between the glass offering a view of the outside world, bookshelves had been set up. Each and every shelf was filled with books of almost every kind. 

                The sight took my breath away and I couldn’t help but wonder if this palace would have one or multiple libraries like in the books I’d read. I was sorely tempted to ask, but when I turned around to look back at my companions to do exactly that, they were all glaring at me, their eyes practically shouting the words that none of them had dared voice. Yet. 

                Heaving out a sigh, I muttered, “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” 

                Not waiting for any responses, I trudged over to sit on the couch directly opposite the hearth, not bothering to even attempt to make my movements elegant and smooth in any way shape or form. 

                Let them think what they wanted.

                Even on the walk over here, I’d felt as if each movement was an effort. My head was starting to feel heavy, and it was all I could do to not lean back and rest it on the couch’s frilly top. 

                I may have slept for three days straight, but it was becoming painfully obvious that I’d been unconscious for most of it and not actually getting any proper rest. 

                The other three slowly made their way over to me, finding their own seating arrangements. There were more than enough seats that none of us needed to double up, yet Jay and Ravira claimed opposite ends of the same couch, seated to my left. Kayden, moving to my right, claimed one of the armchairs, stretching out his long legs before him. 

                “Well?” I said, gesturing impatiently for them to get on with it. I probably looked more like a demeaning royal than the actual royal in the room. But, in that moment, I really didn’t give a shit. 

                “Do we even need to say anything?” Ravira sat forward and rested her elbows on her knees as she clasped her hands together. “You can’t do this, Aurelia. If what the Queen said about the dragon egg is true then not only you will die, but you’ll take that hatchling with you, too. Is that really what you want?” 

                “And if I told you I’ve already had comprehensive training?” I shot back, my temper getting the better of me in my tired state. 

                “Then I’d call you an idiot. These Trials are lethal. Even the most trained and talented malakhim struggle to complete them.” Despite having just sat down, Ravira jumped to her feet, starting to pace like a caged animal. “You do these Trials, and you will die.” 

                “Despite what the events of the past six and a half weeks might suggest, I’m not an idiot. I know my limits.” 

                “That’s not what we’re saying—or at least not what I’m saying,” Jay argued. I didn’t miss the way he quickly corrected himself after he saw the piercing glare his sister sent his way. 

                God. If I hadn’t already been told before, I would’ve been convinced they were more like twins than just siblings, seeing them in a room together now. They were pretty much spitting images—one merely just had more feminine features, and the other more masculine ones. 

                “You were just unconscious for the better part of three days,” Ravira cut in before Jay could continue whatever he’d been about to say. Her brother just winced. “Are you really that eager to be knocked out again? Or worse, die?” 

                “Ravira, don’t get me wrong, I like you. You seem like a great person and someone I’d actually like to have as my friend. But no one—absolutely no one—gets to tell me what to do. I’m a grown woman and can make decisions for myself, just as I have been doing for years now. Not even my father would’ve dared to stage the intervention that you’re currently attempting to right now, and he lived for decades longer than I’m betting you have. So,” I said, blowing out a harsh breath as I attempted to breathe through the pain I still felt anytime I thought of my father, “I’d suggest you sit back down, quit your snarling and shut the hell up before I show you what happens to people who try to tell me what to do.” 

                Ravira was staring at me, her brows high, but her mouth had finally actually snapped shut. 

                “Will that be all?” I looked at each of them in turn, meeting their eyes and staring them down until they each finally shook their heads. “Well, now that’s finally been settled, could one of you please escort me back to the room I awoke in or whichever room I’m assuming will be mine for the length of the Trials so that I can get some sleep?” 

                “I will. They’re close to here anyway,” Kayden said, speaking up for the first time. 

                Swallowing, I almost wished Ravira had continued arguing. But there was no way that I was letting any of them see my discomfort. 

                So instead, I simply rose from where I’d been perched on the couch I’d selected before following the prince to the door that he held open for me. 

                Prince. The word clanged through me as I stared side-long at him. 

                There was no getting used to it. He didn’t seem like a prince, especially not a Crown Prince. But appearances could be deceiving—I knew that better than most. 

                Still, though. Why had he been at Oxford? How had he slipped under the radar there? Had the Queen sanctioned it, or had he gone of his own volition, damning the consequences? 

                The questions sprang up, one after another, practically chasing each other around my head until I was near bursting with them. 

                When we’d walked far enough down the hall that Kayden deemed it safe enough to talk without Jay or Ravira overhearing—or so I was guessing—he turned to me. Once again, I was struck silent as I met what used to normally be those dead, dark eyes, only to see endless emotions swirling there. 

                It was…odd. And yet, somehow, utterly entrancing at the same time. 

                “I’m sorry about Vira,” he said, softly enough so that only I could hear him, even with immortal ears around. “She tends to get…passionate about things. Especially when those things involve the people she cares about.” 

                “I’ve only known her for a couple of hours,” I deadpanned. 

                “She’s been watching you sleep for the better part of the past three days. I think you’d be surprised how much of an attachment you form when doing that—even if the person is a complete stranger.” 

                Scrunching my brows together, I gave him a sidelong look that spoke volumes in itself, even as I said, “That’s just creepy.” 

                Wincing, he shot me an apologetic glance. “Yeah, I can see how that would creep you—or anyone else—out. The fault lies with me though. My mother forbade Jay and I from seeing you, to the point where I was pretty much under house arrest in my rooms. She said nothing about Vira, though, so I got Jay to ask her to watch over you while you were out.” He shook his head, staring unseeingly at something ahead of us. “I don’t think any of us were expecting you to be out for as long as you were.” 

                “Why would she do something like that?” I couldn’t have stopped the question even if I tried. No parent should have even thought of doing that—especially if their child was an adult who’s fully capable of making decisions, even if they were dumb ones. 

                I couldn’t imagine being locked up indoors against my will. Ever since I was a child, I’d always longed for the forest, to feel the dirt and grass beneath my feet and spend days on end running wild under the sun until my father called me home. 

                Kayden merely shrugged, though, as he led me around a corner. “Who knows? I think you’ll find that Queen Rayna tends to do what she wants, when she wants.”

                “Has she done it before?” God, I really should just shut up and stop asking questions. And yet, something about the way the prince’s shoulders slumped as he turned his face to look out the window had me toeing that dangerous line of not caring what I should and shouldn’t do. 

                “Yes. But only when I’ve done something to deserve it.” 

                “Did you do something to deserve it this time?” 

                Finally glancing up at me again, his dark gaze seemed…troubled, if slightly perplexed. “Considering the fact that I went against her direct orders and went to the human realm on a rotation to guard the egg, I’m going to say yes.” 

                “Why?” The question was out before I could do anything to stop it. I couldn’t quite stop my cringe, though, as I saw his eyes darken. 

                “Because, since we were young, Jay and Vira were destined to guard either the egg, our borders or the important people and places of our society. And I was destined to be some pampered prince in a palace, hiding behind the very people I grew up with.” He looked out the windows as we turned yet another corner, staring endlessly out at the picturesque views the palace had to offer. “Because I thought that if I only got the chance to visit the human realm once in my life, then I might as well do it with one of my closest friends and actually do something with my time there.” 

                My heart strained at the bleak bitterness I could see on his face, even though he wasn’t looking at me. 

                I knew what that hopelessness felt like, to have that longing for a different life. It was something that I’d been feeling for years—even before I’d been left on my own. Something that had always had me looking to the next horizon, wondering what else was out there, waiting for me. 

                I’d never felt at home amongst other people—humans, specifically. No matter where I went. 

                Oxford had offered me a glimpse of the life I could’ve had. But even that hadn’t worked out. “Well, for whatever it’s worth, I’m sorry my plan to steal the dragon egg cut your little foray into the human realm short.” 

                Letting out a bark of a laugh—the sound pure and genuine—he shook his head in amusement. “I’m sorry Jay and I were duty bound to stop you.” 

                I couldn’t help but offer him a grin of my own. 

                Instead of smiling or laughing again, he seemed to sober, his expression darkening once more as he clasped me gently on my elbow, drawing me to a halt with him. “Why’d you do it?” 

                “Why did I do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance. 

                I’d known the question would be asked eventually, but I wasn’t quite ready for this little slice of happiness and…and peace to be over. Not yet. 

                Because, no matter how anyone tried to convince me otherwise, I knew they wouldn’t look at me the same once I answered that particular question. 

                Shooting me a look that said he saw right through me, he rephrased the question. “Why did you steal the egg?” 

                Blowing out a breath, I gazed out the window directly beside us, attempting to buy myself time while I looked for a way out. 

                “Aurelia?” 

                I felt the light touch of his fingertips on my elbow one more. And I knew that if I looked, I’d find that look of sombre, cautious openness. That I would find a steady source of support that I hadn’t earned, but had been gifted with regardless. 

                “My father used to call me ‘Aura’,” I said instead, staring blankly out into the gardens beyond. “He always said that I had an…aura about me. I used to think he just couldn’t be bothered saying the extra syllables. But now…now I don’t know what to think.” 

                Turning back to him, I finally managed to meet Kayden’s gaze. “I stole the dragon egg because five months ago, my father died. He was the last thing keeping me here. I’d been making plans to escape this plane of existence for years. But it was my father’s death that set them all into action. I wanted the egg for purely selfish purposes—to finally get me away from this hellscape of an existence.” 

                Kayden didn’t say anything, but I could feel his gaze burning into me, even as I turned to look out the window again. Neither of us spoke for a long moment. 

                Then—

                “Uh, Kayden?” I asked, glancing around the space that we'd just stopped in. “Yeah?” 

                “Did you literally just lead me in one giant circle?” I’d been keeping track of the turns we’d made—several lefts and no rights—but did he really have to make it as obvious as stopping us just before the doors we’d just exited? Like, seriously? 

                “Why would you say that?” But even as he asked that all too innocent question, I could see the small, barely noticeable wince he tried to hide. 

                “Because those are the doors we walked out of a few minutes ago, that’s why,” I said, gesturing to the gold detailed doors nearby. 

                I could almost hear him saying “shit”, even though his mouth made no perceptible movement. 

                Yeah. Shit indeed. Who do you think I am? Some air-brained ninny? 

                “Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to have the chance to talk to you?” 

                I raised a brow, not willing to let him off the hook that easily. “You’ve had the chance to do so for at least forty-five minutes at this point.” 

                “Not alone. Jay and Vira were with us until now. This is the first chance I’ve had to talk to you alone—literally since I met you, I think.” 

                I paused, thinking back. 

                Damn. He was right. 

                It had been six weeks since I’d practically collided with him. Six weeks since I’d first met him and Jay. And yet, not only did it feel like I’d known him for far longer than that, but it also felt like I knew him on a deeper, more personal level—despite only having talked with him briefly. 

                Which was… God, I didn’t even have the words to describe how weird that was. 

                More than that, though—it both sounded and felt completely and utterly ridiculous. But…I couldn’t deny it. 

                As if reading all that and more on my face, he merely nodded his head and said, “I know.” 

                The two words didn’t feel adequate enough to truly convey everything that’d just shot through my head. Yet, considering the topic, they also spoke volumes, too.