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Amelia's POV

It took them ages to get everything fixed. And I was aware that it would take longer, I was just starting to think that something went wrong.. I checked the basement where everything was supposed to be done by then, but neither Christian or Lana were there..

It was odd. I was sure that at least Christian did things always according to his plan. There was no turning back once the plan had started but now it had been an hour since they took the witch and yet they still weren't down at the basement.

I told Dimitri to wait upstairs, but by the time I got back there, the guests were gone. Confusion was perhaps the first thing that washed through me as I walked upstair and found the house empty. The music was shut down. The guests were gone.. Not a singe person around..

I frowned as I looked around, feeling that instant turn in my stomach with the thought of where Dimitri might've went. Something was definitely wrong. Not even ten minutes went by when I got down in the basement. It wasn't physically possible for everyone to leave so quickly. And Dimitri? Christian? Calliope.. Where would they go?

"Dimitri?" The simple fact that calling his name was returned with no answer instantly caused those uncomfortable tremors to run underneath my skin. Then the first thing that went through my head was, thank goodness Annabelle was not in any danger. At least she was safe. At least I managed to keep her away from this wicked world that we had to deal with.

I could feel it.. I could feel some kind of coldness.. This thick darkness in the air around me.. It was the kind of darkness that dominated whenever that mystical energy filled the air.. Effortlessly going through me instantly as I took a few steps around, slowly and carefully looking around the now empty hall. Magic. I felt magic in the air. I could not be fooled, at least with that. And the first thing that came to my mind was, the witch had done something.

It was that thick silence that sent all kinds of chills, almost even buzzing in my ears. Something was definitely wrong and I couldn't even let myself think of all the things that could've happened so quickly. There was no such thing as time when it came to magic. Things could be done in a split second. And that changed the game.. Completely.

Something was obviously going on with Christian, Dimitri.. Lana even.. Something happened. I just- I couldn't understand what exactly. And I had little time to figure it out.

I turned towards the living room, and since it had no door, I instantly felt slight relief when my eyes landed on the figure on the floor. Lana. She was sitting up from whatever she was passed out, looking back at me as she stood up.

I walked slowly and carefully, thankful that her wild nature hadn't kicked in yet. We needed all the silence we could get to figure out what was going on. Not even Calliope was around, yet I could still feel that dark magic through the air, and I instantly thought it was perhaps he witch that they tried distracting during the ball.. But little did I know, a lot more things were about to go down.. Things that none of us could've ever predicted.

I watched how her lips parted to say something as I walked in the living room down the small step.. Some kind of panic behind her eyes. But if I learned anything, it was to keep quiet in such situation. So I pressed my index finger against my lips to keep her from starting to talk, seeing how from the odd situation, she still understands my point and simply kept quiet.

And I was right. The very same second I took a step inside the loving room, on the other side of the room appeared three woman. Out of thin air, like a quick puff, the three brunettes appeared, and it was instantly clear that we were dealing with three new witches that I had never seen before.

  Lana took a startled step back, glancing at me with some kind of need for explanation. But neither of us had any clue what was going on, or where there others were.. All I knew was that the magic I could sense was dark. And never before had I felt such dullness, such coldness in a room so suddenly, but once the three women appeared, it all seemed to double.

They brought some kind of hollowness, darkness that I couldn't exactly figure out. They looked at us with this cold look in their eyes, and by the time I glanced at Lana, she seemed already very much frustrated with the situation.

I saw how she rushed towards them, at that point leaving me completely clueless on what was going on.. "Where is he?!" Her voice seemed awfully upset, and it was pretty clear to me what she was referring to. Christian..

But before I could even ask or register what was going on, with a simple rise of their hands at the same time, like an invisible force pushed her away, she fell back within a split second, which so easily assured me what we were dealing with here.

I hadn't seen that kind of force.. Ever. It seemed so effortless from their side, it was useless to even try standing against them. And soon we found out why.

"It is honestly true madness to see how much time has changed the hatred that used to rule between you creatures of the night." One of them took a few steps towards the couch and so casually leaned on it. "Don't you even bother thinking how much your father would be disappointed in you, Lana? So effortlessly choosing the enemy's side? It would kill him."

I gave Lana a hand to stand up, expecting to hear more from her. She always had a response to everything. But those words.. Those words seemed to leave her speechless. I glanced at her to see some kind of reaction, but all I saw was a glimpse of regret behind her eyes as she took a step back. Shock and surprise, probably on how these stranger even knew anything about us..

"Who are you?" I asked the obvious, watching how another one of them found her comfort sitting on the couch.. They all looked pretty similar, but their faces weren't familiar to either one of us.

"Oh come on. I honestly expected more from you, Amelia.. Not knowing your enemies is really a step back for you." The one that was still standing with her arms crossed spoke, once again a similar feminine voice that so effortlessly sounded hypnotizing.. And introducing themselves as our enemies was truly a fearless bold move. "I'm Camille. And these are my sisters.. Thalia and Olga."

They both sent us a slight wave with their fingers, answering the wonder why they looked similar. Three witch sisters.. Not something I would expect come our way.. Perhaps they were right. Not knowing your enemies was a step back.

And then I heard that ironic chuckle escape Lana as she crossed her arms over her chest, and finally decided to show her true side.

"See, I'm not like her. I don't really care who you are.." She took a few threatening steps towards them, even though we both know they created some kind of a invisible barricade with their magic. "Quit hiding behind that invisible wall of yours and start talking.. Because I'm truly starting to lose my patience, and you don't want to know what happens when I lose my patience." And so the threats started flying, and I was waiting for her true self to come out any minute now. "What the hell do you want?"

I truly hoped they would start talking, because I met Lana. And Lana was not exactly easy to tame. That's what her and Christian had in common. Perhaps that was why they got along so well. With that threatening tone in her voice, I could tell how little it would take for her to quit resisting her anger.

The three witch sisters all smiled with clear irony, hopefully ready to start explaining.. Yes, they were a bigger number, but they had the people we cared about and I don't think I could really play the nice on here for much longer either.

"A lack of patience.. Always the same old with you wolves.." The one leaning on the couch, Thalia I suppose, laughed with fake sweetness that definitely started jumping on my last nerve. "You do look like your mother though,"

"Yea, well I got my temper from my father."

Lana seemed to effortlessly follow up their bad sarcasm with her threatening tone, and since they knew her parents, I suppose the sudden seriousness on their face gave away that they knew what she meant when mentioned her father's temper.

"Speaking of family drama," Camille started again, snapping her fingers and glancing on the other empty couch. With that simple snap, a woman appeared, laying on the couch unconsciously with a large red stain in the middle of her chest. It was the witch that was our last shot on finding out what those visions meant. Lycia. Dead. "You really wanted to ask her about your possible relations?"

Just like a tripple nightmare, with similar soothing voice filled with nothing but pure cruelty, they spoke one after another, almost like they all had their own parts. Lycia on the other hand was our last shot on finding out if those visions were true or not.. And they had killed her. For whatever reason. Something told me that we were close to finding out their motives..

Camille continued with fake sympathy, shaking her head in disappointment. "Poor girl. She was so lost in her own insanity, she barely knew her own name.. Let alone your mother's affairs, Mia.." Her words so effortlessly caused some kind of instant pressure over my chest. "Mia.. Can I call you that? Amelia sounds too tough for you."

Her fake chuckles continued, leaving me completely glued to my spot as she continued talking while the other two kept quiet. I on the other hand had no clue what to response, partly wanting to heart what she knew about my family, partly feeling so damn angry in that moment, yet helpless against them..

"I suppose you always wondered why you never felt like a true huntress.. I'll be nice and I'll take Lycia's role in this.. You never felt like that because you're not.. Arthur did love you as his real daughter though." My blood was boiling.. Her voice faded in my ears..

"What are you talking about?" I was barely able to find my voice..

I forgot about Lana's presence in the room even. I was so suddenly lost in what she was talking about, taken by such denial.. She was lying. She had to be lying.

"Oh, come on. You two already saw the vision we sent you. You didn't think we would lie, now did you?" Again, Camille proudly standing continued speaking with that irony and fake sweetness in her voice, causing that exact effect on me too. Sudden loss of patience, denial..

I felt helpless against them, knowing that they had an invisible wall protecting them.. Yet at the same time, I felt the need to rush over to them and enjoying every second while killing them. I felt threatened, lied and betrayed all at the same time. My mind desperately trying to deal with the things she said.. Was it true?

"You're lying." Lana's strict voice seemed to interrupt this little show, but how could either of us be sure? It could've easily been the truth.

"You wanna know the full story?" Camille made herself comfortable on one of the leather armchairs, leaning back and enjoying every second of my suffering. Of the fact that there was nothing either of us could do to stop this game they seemed to happily play. Why were they doing it, I had no clue. But it was more than obvious that they were in a hunt for new enemies, and they got them.

"Once upon a time, the mad king Vladimir, the legendary wolf leader Khan, and the powerful cliona Jessica formed one of the most powerful ruling trios this world had seen."

It took me a few seconds to register her words.. I instinctively took a small step back while Lana stood still and tall, listening to whatever nonsense they were saying.. A trio? Was it even possible that my mother wanted to rule with the old king? That monster that wanted nothing but death for me? Dimitri even..

"They all wanted power, over us, witches, the demons.." She continued, speaking with spite that was way too clear to miss.. "They were bitter, well Vladimir mostly, killed our whole coven even, our family, yet they still had some of ours on their side."

Olga took the spotlight and continued the story.. They all seemed very much practiced into saying all those words.. All of those lies.

"One thing lead to another, two of them fell in love.. Had a baby.. Named it- Amelia was it?" The irony was clear, the fact that they were enjoying all of it too.. This spite for something that happened more than 23 years ago.. This fulfilling need to see us suffer because of something our parents did..

"Then, the king, being called mad for a reason, turned against them 'cause he wanted the power for himself. Remember him, Amelia?" I found myself frowning in disbelief as she continued.. How could this be even real? How did I not know about it? "Yes, that's how he knew your mother. They used to be friends, believe it or not."

It was a moment of this highlighted rush of all kinds of feelings.. Emotions. I felt this war inside me.. Anger trying to be tames, disbelief, denial, hurt and betrayal.. At the same time, this other part of me refused to believe their words..

I was seeing these three women for the first time in my life as the openly admitted their hatred towards my mother.. And I was expected to believe it? Why was I believing it? How could it be that they so effortlessly managed to get underneath my skin.. To make me actually trust these witches that were only spiteful for something that happened so many years ago..

Camille, bored from the enjoyingly ironic questions her sister Olga asked me, continued with a straight face, giving away no signs of lies, giving away no emotions on that cold face at all.. With that same similar monotone voice.

"Long story short, he wanted Venedocia for himself, extincted most of the clionas with her help," She gestured towards the now dead Lycia, that was laying on one of Christian's white couches.. "the werewolves too.. And so for your parents to save you, Khan told Jessica to run away with you, and that he would find her after the war.."

The fact that she referred to Lana's father as one of my parents as well caused some kind of heat to rush up my face, once again rage that could not be shown because it was tamed by the very shock her words injected in me.

"Little did he know, to protect you your mother put a locating spell and he never found the two of you.. How tragic.."

"Why are you telling us all of this?" Lana's straight question took my attention as she in full frustration ran a hand through her hair, yet still almost sounding unaffected by the words they were saying.. The possible lies, yet at the same time, the possible truth..

It was as if I was left in some middle, lost in that question whether to believe or not, lost in my own war of feelings at that point.. I was left completely speechless.

"Well you wanted to know, didn't you?" Camille glanced at the dead witch on the other couch, shaking her head in fake regret. "I feel bad for killing Lycia. And you do deserve the truth.."

"Quit it." I saw how Lana took a few threatening steps forward, looking like she was doing it for my defense.. But we both knew it was useless for either of us to try doing something.. Not when we didn't even know where Christian and Dimitri were.. Calliope.. Luke.. Did they have them all?

"Oh but there's more." The third sister Thalia interrupted, flashing Lana a wide smile. "You Lana, you didn't know that your dad met your mom during the war.. She was part of one of the most powerful packs too.. They were the better team if you ask me. After a year, thinking that he lost Jessica and their daughter in the war, he quit looking them and gave into the new romance. You were born, and then those twins if I'm not mistaken.."

Christ, what were they trying to do? Did they want to break us? To break the patience we had left? It seemed like they were provoking and provoking without even a break, and I could already feel how quickly I was losing my temper as well..

I stood still and listened to the rest of this story, perhaps hoping that the worry that was burning inside me, this worry for Dimitri and Christian, for Luke and calliope, would be tamed once they were done with the torture.. Hoping that they would tell us where they were.. Tell us that they were alright. Even though the thought of something happening to them, something similar to what they did to Lycia.. It terrified me.

"Jessica on the other hand turned for help to the hunters. Met Arthur who was so bitter against the vampires, he was willing to protect her and baby Amelia, and voila!" Thalia continued filling the silence with that annoyingly high pitched voice, as the other two brunettes listened with satisfaction.. Watching both of us lose ourselves in the shock that their words caused.

"With the help of three sisters that they killed during the war for wanting ravage because of the famous trio killing their whole family.. We played with fate, you met Dimitri, you Christian, and so you do the math from there.."

The fact that she said voila for playing with fate, and then refereed to her and her sisters in third person so easily showed the actual insanity that possessed them all.. Making it even harder for me to believe that any of it was true.

But it was still sitting at the pit of my stomach, somehow even slowly daggering me with the thought that in fact, yes, maybe it was true.. What if it was? I was left motionless because of it, shocked.. While Lana held herself pretty well.. Perhaps cause she relayed on her anger more than she did on any of it..

The difference was, she was supposed to believe that she had a half sister.. I was supposed to believe that I had a whole different parent.. Family.. And according to these witches, my biological father and my mother weren't together not because they chose that way, but because they could't find their way to each other.. Because of the very old friend that Vladimir was.. My husband's father. How messed up was that?

I saw how Lana's frustrated nature dominated her, how she crossed her arms over her chest in some kind of protest once more, standing in front of me in a way of keeping me behind, yet at the same time, like a cat ready to attack..

"Too bad I don't believe in fate." She spoke with certainty and rage I could never depend on in myself, took a few steps forward and threateningly asked. "Where are they?"

With a slight gesture from Camille, smiling in the process as she gestured behind the two of us, I instantly turned around, seeing Dimitri slowly walk towards the living room. He walked carefully with a confused frowned look on his face, looking around yet not saying a word.

"Dimitri," I took a few steps towards the hall, wanting to leave the living room, but once again was stopped by some kind of an invisible wall that they put over there too.. So we were trapped in the room.. Dimitri on the other hand, stopped in front of the living room and looked right through me.

"Oh he can't see you."

I heard Camille comment from now behind me, causing that instant anger to boil inside me, staring at Dimtiri turn around and walk towards the stairs, knowing that he saw nothing in the living room when he look, confusingly looking for me probably, for everyone else, just like I did when I got out of the basement.. Just like we couldn't see him till then, he couldn't see us either..

I turned back towards them, feeling the burning pain my nails caused against my palms as I clenched my fists and once again kept it all inside me. "Whoops. Cloaking spell. You're invisable. We all are. Pretty cool, right? I've been dead for so long, I forgot how good it feels to physically mess with people.. Not just with some stupid fate."

The stupid witch talked and talked, making me imagine just how satisfying it would be for me to rip her throat out with my mind.. I had the power too.. I used to. I tried doing a mind spell a few times now that we were standing there, I tried using my magic.. But theirs seemed a lot more powerful than mine. They blocked it. It was useless.

I couldn't do anything other than listen, hoping that at the end of this show, they would put their spells down and let me see that Dimtiri and the rest were alright.. Because at that point, I didn't even care about some stupid past.. About my family..

I only cared about the family that Dimitri and my daughter were to me.. I only cared for this to end without any of the people I loved and cared about getting hurt.

"What the hell do you want?" My voice came out as cold and as frustrated as my whole self was in that moment.. I sounded threatening, yet at the same time calmed..

I started reminding myself of Christian, Lana even, because I was reaching that point of rage, that point of temper loss. I tried choking those bitches with a mind spell a few times now, but it didn't work.

And in that moment, I swore to myself that the second I would be able to get my hands on them, I would kill them.. It was the first time someone being able to cause such instant hate inside me.. But them.. Oh they did it so effortlessly. And now they got what they wanted. They found the enemies they were looking for, and I knew I was ready to do anything at that point to kill them. Anything.

"Didn't you listen to the story? You two, and Dimitri and Christian too, are an unwanted product of our enemies. We were killed by them after wanting revenge for them killing our family too.. How is that fair?" That Camille witch continued with her obnoxiously annoying voice, once again effortlessly causing that instant fury to go through me the very instnat she spoke.

And her sister Thalia continued their possibly made up story as she stood up and with a sigh stopped a few meters away from Lana, yet once again cowardly hiding behind that invisible wall of theirs.

"Yea, but then your smart spell of putting Adam down for two years was a loophole, and we found our way back to the living. Waited a bit, in Adam's old house, made a friend, and now he's kind of waking up a bit, you know, with our help.. We'll all get what we want in the end."

And with that they answered our question about Adam, about what was going on with Lana, the mind games they were playing with her.. We knew so little.. We were fools to think that our problems weren't connected one to another. It was all there. Under our noses.. We were just too blind focusing on one problem, then another, to realize that they all went back to one person. Adam.

"We weren't supposed to meet yet, you know.. But um- Lycia.. We had to stop you from making that mistake. She's always been a bit of a crazy pants.." That seemed to be the limit to Lana's patience.

With once quick rush towards them, without the thought that the invisible wall would stop her, she stopped right in front of Thalia, pressing her hands against the barricade with the thought of reaching Thalia.. The wall showed itself for only a split second, like a very light blue and see-through, quickly disappearing again, yet still there.. Lana hissed and put her hands away the very instant, taking a small step back and looking at her palms like she was just burned.

"Oh that looks painful." Thalia frowned in fake sympathy, shaking her head.. "I thought you'd learn by now that it hurts." I saw how she looked at Lana, her face instantly going serious and for the first time that night showing her spiteful expression, the cruelty on her face so clear as her and Lana stared at one another like they were on a duel.

"Go sooth your sister. She seems upset." Her voice went dull and monotone, just like that filled with that no longer masked hatred. She turned around and glanced over her shoulder. "Oh and wait for a call. Although, trust me, you'll be the ones in need first."

And just like that, with a simple snap of their fingers, they disappeared the same way they showed themselves that night.. In thin air, like nothing even happened.. I saw Lana reaching to touch the wall again, but her carefulness was for nothing this time.. The invisible wall wasn't there as they took their spells along with them when they disappeared.

Lycia was still on the couch though, and only seconds after they disappeared, on the floor in front of me, still behind Lana, appeared Christian.. He was unconsciously laying there, so instantly causing a gasp of shock to escape me, making me cover my mouth with my hand when I saw that picture of him so lifelessly laying on the floor..

The night so effortlessly turned into one of the greatest nightmares, terrors that I had ever experienced.. And it was finally useful when I shouted out for Dimitri, wanting nothing but for this to end with no one getting hurt.. Even though in that moment, it seemed too late for that.

Lana's POV

It was that sickening feeling of my brain stopping in its tracks when I heard Amelia's yelp. I turned around so quickly, I felt even more dizzy after the words I heard that night.. On the floor, in front of me, I saw Christian unconscious.. It was all happening so fast, I couldn't even register it myself.

The very second my eyes landed on him, the memory of both of us falling unconscious earlier that night because of those witches' spell flashed in my head so quickly, instantly making me listen for his heartbeat.. Nothing.. I heard nothing.

In that moment, other than the gasp that escaped me, the air seemed to refuse to enter my lungs. It was like I saw my whole life flash in front of my eyes in that moment, with the damned picture of him falling to the ground with his eyes closed the same second I did earlier that night, the sound of his heartbeat simply disappearing the moment it happened..

I couldn't.. I just simply couldn't accept that picture.. That moment when this sudden fear gripped me whole, suddenly pumping a doze of adrenaline through my blood that rushed underneath my veins in that heat and boiling from the dread I felt.. Dread for him.

The anger disappeared the very instant. The frustration and the shock from those witches' words along with it.. No thoughts crossed my mind, no time lost as I rushed towards him with a loud 'No!', falling on my knees to the floor beside him.

It must've been hours.. Hours since they cast that spell on us.. How did I wake up and he didn't? Why- why was his heart not beating? Why was he not breathing?

It was the first time in my life I felt such fear wash through me.. The first time in my life I felt like my senses completely disappeared.. He was the only one in my eyes in that moment.. Everything around me turned to utter blackness..

I heard Amelia shout after Dimitri, and I heard steps as he showed up, after him Calliope too.. But I couldn't- I could't register any of that.. I couldn't wrap my head around that fact that Christian was everything but alright..

There seemed to be this unfamiliar lump in my throat as I kept repeating that 'No,' one after another, whispering it almost like I was trying to convince myself that it was not happening. My hands came over the sides of his face, waiting for him to feel my touch and open his eyes, but he was ice cold..

My vision was becoming blurrier, and the pressure in my head was growing with every second that passed. I heard Amelia's upset voice mumbling something, but everything was muted. "Lana," Dimitri tried getting closer, trying to say something to me, but it was as if I was going deaf in that moment.

My senses failed me. My mind too.. It kept flashing in my head.. Every memory of him, almost like I was accepting this crazy thought of him being dead.. He wasn't- he wasn't dead. No, he couldn't be.

My hands shook as I tried turning his head, then pressing them over his chest to feel his heartbeat, but there was no beat there. My head was hurting.. Like it was going to explode from the pressure that went through it.. From lump in my throat that was growing.. From the tears that I failed to hold back..

I could barely feel anything at that point.. The only way I knew I was talking was because I realized my lips were moving. "No, no, no, no," It was as if that was the only word I knew at that point.. The heat in my face was the only thing I felt, and the colder tears that escaped. I never cried. I didn't know the feeling of it until that moment. That feeling of a complete ruin..

This daggering in my chest held me in place.. Some kind of breaking that I couldn't handle.

  "Open your eyes, dammit," It was all a blur.. My vision, my mind, my whole self.. Like it was not real.. Like it was the worst nightmare I was having..

Nothing that happened that night.. Nothing that happened ever had that kind of effect on me. It was like my own rush of feelings was swallowing me whole, like this sudden grief was eating me alive, this denial and disbelief when I searched for his heartbeat and didn't hear it..

I felt that shock overwhelming me whole, some unconnected words I was saying.. Words I was hearing.. My own cries perhaps.. My throat was so dry, I didn't even feel the gasps that were escaping me. I was struggling with breathing and I couldn't understand how it all effected me so quickly.

My mind refused to accept it.. Accept that he might not wake up.. I refused to believe that it was an option. No it wasn't an option.

Yet a part of me seemed to create space in my mind for that.. Some kind of sudden failure of my hopes.. I physically accepted it, sitting back on my heels as I was kneeling over him, yet my mind rushed and rushed without even settling to eve try accepting the picture in front of me. In one moment I even thought, I need to give him space when he wakes up.. Not even thinking that he might not.

My world crushed in front of my eyes into millions of pieces, opening some kind of vulnerably inside me that I had never felt before.. The lack of air in my lungs, my clogged nose from the few tears that I unconsciously let escape, still pushing back the rest of them.. They created this harsh pressure over my head, causing some kind of dizziness.. Some kind of pre-fainting moment that wouldn't go away..

The only thing I felt at that point was my chest rising from the few sobs that escaped me, yet no tears fell anymore, just this struggle for air as I leaned over him.. This feeling of being drowned over and over again and still not being able to find any relief.

I couldn't say that there was even a second where I gave up.. I didn't. I knew he would wake up. He had to! He would never fail me like that.. Without even a goodbye?

The moment I looked over at Amelia to look for some kind of answers since I had trouble accepting any of this, I heard this sudden inhale, this feel of his chest moving underneath my hand, making me look at him the very instant as he woke up.. Christ, he woke up..

Like being pushed by some invisible force, he instantly sat up, his eyes opening, and the very moment I saw that picture, it was as if something had broken the barricade that prevented the air from reaching my lungs, and I breathed in as well..

"Oh thank God," I exhaled as my words faded into the thin air, my hands shaking as they were still pressed against his chest.. He confusingly searched the room while breathing heavily before his eyes somewhat met mine, and never before was I more happy to see those pitch blacks stare back at mine..

I saw this relief as his breathing somewhat settled, my hands sneakingly moving up his chest and over the sides of his face.. It was as if I was still trying to make sure he was there, trying to feel him, trying to make him focus on me..

"Lana," His voice.. Oh his voice.. It was a symphony in that moment. I forgot that the rest of the world existed.. Nothing else mattered.. Just him. And it was the most insane feeling in the world.. The most insane relief that I had ever felt.. Never more grateful that he had said my name.. And it never sounded better.

"Christian," I heard myself say with such relief as I unconsciously leaned closer, watching how he searched my face with the same speed I did his, almost as if both of us were making sure it was alright.. That it was real.. "Thank goodness- Thank goodness you're alright,"

And at that point, I just remember that I had no clue of where we were, with who we were.. I just knew that I was with him and that he was alright.. And I never happier to see him alright.. I didn't even realize how close I had gotten to him.. It was just my instincts leading me at that point..

I knew that I was hugging him, never feeling better that he had his arms wrapped around me, never more thankful that I could feel his breath at the crook of my neck.. Never more unaware that I had moved to look at him again, and the very instant kissed him..

Forgetting that the rest of the world existed, with that innocent, vulnerable touch of our lips, we effortlessly let go of the very secret that could mean a ruin to two worlds, a war to two spices, and a possible end to two kingdoms..

We both didn't seem to care that the four people standing in the room saw us, one of them his brother, the very king himself, found out about something not even the two of us knew excised.. From our beneficial friendship, we effortlessly turned it into a romance, so ironically with an innocent kiss in that breathtakingly vulnerable moment, going back to a hug because of that sudden relief from both sides for managing to make it to the end of the night alive..

It felt like the concur of something large, but it was in fact just a simple beginning of a new fight, meaning that that one dark night changed both us, or perhaps it only brought out the deepest feelings that we hid from even ourselves.. Surprisingly, bringing out the best of us, even if it meant that a ruin to many, a disallow to many.. A war to all.

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