Chapter 28

When Meera stirred from her slumber in the middle of the night, the echoes of imagined voices lingered in the hushed darkness. Lying still, she wiped away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, her gaze fixated on the grandeur of the high ceilings above. In those initial moments, suspended between the realms of dreams and reality, a fleeting sense of completeness washed over her. The anticipation of a calm day by the sea infused her heart with a momentary wholeness, and the air in her lungs seemed to carry the promise of serenity.

Yet, as the veils of sleep fully lifted and the surroundings sharpened into focus, Meera's chest tightened, gripped by a silent ache that intensified with each passing moment. A pervasive sadness enveloped her, rocking her fragile serenity and coaxing out a silent sob. The waters of her eyes welled up, blurring the distinction between dream and reality, as Meera was abruptly thrust back into the harsh embrace of her dreary reality. The momentary escape slipped through her fingers, leaving her grappling with the heartache that seemed to weigh down on her like an insurmountable burden.

"I really like her."

Meera lifted her head. The once-imagined voices now proved real, emanating from the nearby meeting room. With a determined push, Meera elevated herself onto her elbow, eyes adjusting to the dimness of her surroundings. The heavy blanket slipped off her body as she gracefully donned a thick robe, warmth wrapping around her in layers.

Tiptoeing across the room, Meera followed the trail of golden light seeping through the slightly ajar door, her movements guided by the faint glow. As she reached the entrance, she gently peeked through the narrow opening, discovering a scene bathed in the soft radiance of the fireplace. Venna and Will were seated amidst cushions and blankets, their hushed conversation coming in a whisper through the crackling of the fire.

"She's missing Azmeera," Venna disclosed, her voice a delicate murmur as she engaged in a thumb-wrestling match with Will. "And I don't think Eryx is much help to her right now."

The atmosphere in the room held a sense of confidentiality, as if Meera were glimpsing a secret world unfolding in the shadows. Will's furrowed brows betrayed his pondering thoughts as he posed a question, his thumb locked in a battle against Venna's.

"Do you think he likes her?" he asked, the lines of concentration etched across his face.

Venna chuckled, the sound carrying a warmth that resonated in the quiet room. "Of course he does."

Will clarified his inquiry, "No, I mean as more than his mate. Do you think he likes her as more than his mate?"

"Of course, he does, Will Alexious," Venna replied, laughter dancing in her eyes as she secured victory in the thumb-wrestling contest.

"I let you win, you know," Will grinned, a playful spark in his eyes.

"Whatever you say," Venna sighed, her rising movements halted as Will reached out and gently clasped her wrist.

"Where are you going?" His question hung in the air, delivered with warm green eyes that seemed to hold a universe of unspoken emotions.

Meera, observing the exchange, felt a poignant pang in her chest. She couldn't help by imagine Eryx looking exactly like Will when he had been seventeen.

"I've won every game, Will," Venna laughed quietly. "Time to let go of me."

A playful challenge danced in Will's eyes as he responded, "What if my heart is not full yet? Another round?"

"Of what?" Venna asked, her curiosity piqued.

Will's gaze wandered around the room, searching for inspiration, when suddenly, his eyes caught Meera standing at the door. Surprise flickered across his features for a brief moment before a kind smile spread across his face, casting a gentle warmth into the room.

"Did we wake you?" Will inquired, a considerate note in his voice.

Venna, catching sight of Meera as she entered the room, glanced over her shoulder.

"I apologize," Will added, rising to his feet. "Venna can be so rowdy."

"No, it's alright," Meera cleared her throat. "Why are you two still up? It's late."

"We couldn't sleep," Venna explained, stepping away from Will and settling down on the edge of the ottoman beside the blankets. "What about you?"

"The wind," Meera gestured over her shoulder. "It's very loud. Sounds like it's howling."

As Meera spoke, a glance passed between Will and Venna, their mouths twitching with amusement.

"That's not the wind, Meera," Will clarified. "Those are the wolves."

Meera paused, turning her gaze over her shoulder as if expecting to spot the creatures in the darkness. Her ears caught the distant sounds of howling, and the realization dawned that it wasn't the wind at all.

"You can probably hear Eryx," Venna added. "Since he is your mate."

A sense of concern crept into Meera's expression. "Is something wrong? Why are they out there right now?"

"It's a full moon," Venna explained. "The wolves howl to the moon during a full moon night."

"Why?" Meera questioned.

"For their elemental," Venna continued. "For the other side of their moon."

Meera's heart fluttered with a momentary surge of emotion, only to sink just as quickly. The haunting howls in the mountains became the backdrop to her thoughts, stirring a complex mix of feelings as she grappled with the reality of her connection to Eryx.

"I think Eryx and Sven are also patrolling the wall," Will shared, his tone carrying a note of concern. "Eryx is not happy with the way Andrick took care of business while he was gone."

"The wall..." Meera mused. "It separates the four kingdoms from the dark forest, correct?"

"Yes," Will affirmed with a nod. "The fact that Arthur and Jasper managed to sneak back into Voreios is concerning."

"How long will they be out there?" Meera wondered.

"They should be coming back in a few," Will reassured her. "I actually have to head there and meet them for any information or changes Eryx might have."

Meera nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, Venna observed her with a watchful gaze, her fingers idly picking at her nails.

"Do you want to go with us?" Venna inquired.

"You're going too?" Meera looked up, surprised.

"Only because I can't sleep," Venna sighed, rising from her seat. "Come with us."

"It's the middle of the night," Meera reminded her.

"When has that ever stopped you from sneaking around?" Venna chuckled. "You forget Eryx told me all about you."

"Which I still find highly unfair," Will muttered under his breath.

"Come with us, M," Venna urged, her eyes hopeful.

"Please don't call me that," Meera frowned.

"I'm sorry," Venna apologized. "I'm just used to it because of Eryx."

"He shouldn't be calling me that either."

"But it's cute," Venna insisted. "You're his moon."

"Is that why he calls me M?"

"Yes," Venna nodded, offering a tender insight into the nickname.

Meera's heart contracted at the revelation. "Oh..."

"Come," Venna extended her hand. "Let's go see the wolves."

Meera had always been too curious for her own good. When Venna offered her hand, she couldn't help but accept. The trio moved through the dimly lit corridors of the fortress, their footsteps muffled against the cool stone floor. Venna led the way with a quiet confidence, her silhouette cutting through the shadows like a beacon. She moved with a grace that seemed second nature, each step purposeful, revealing a familiarity with the fortress that mirrored her ease in the night.

Meera followed, wrapped in a thick robe that trailed behind her as she navigated the labyrinthine halls. Her eyes were alert, absorbing the details of the fortress, each corner holding secrets and stories. The flickering torches cast a warm glow on her features, accentuating the furrow on her brow, a testament to the concerns echoing within.

As they approached the back entrance, the subdued murmurs of guards waiting for the wolves reached their ears. The gathering of armored figures stood as sentinels against the fortress walls, their eyes scanning the dark expanse beyond. The air was icy, sending chills down Meera's body. Venna, Meera, and Will joined the assembly, their presence seamlessly blending with the guards. The moonlight spilled over the courtyard, casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

"There are a lot of people here," Meera observed, her eyes scanning the gathering of guards and the lone figure that stood out in the crowd.

"All for the guards," Venna remarked, glancing around. "Except for that guy. He must be new. Everyone is always excited to see the wolves."

"Do they not show themselves to the people?" Meera wondered.

"No, it's not that," Venna clarified with a shake of her head. "They just don't shift that often."

"Why not?" Meera pressed for more information.

"Because it's painful," Venna explained matter-of-factly. "Can you imagine your bones snapping and transforming into an entirely different being?"

Meera's heart froze as the reality of the transformation hit her. The intricacies of shifting, the physical pain involved, had never crossed her mind. While she had marveled at the beauty of Eryx's wolf form, the actual process had been obscured by the awe.

"Don't look so worried," Venna reassured, gently bumping Meera's shoulder. "Eryx holds the record for the fastest shift. It's second nature to him by now."

Meera nodded, her eyes fixed on the abyss of darkness outside. Holding her breath, she felt the tension in the air thicken, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation. The fortress, veiled in the shroud of night, held its collective breath, mirroring Meera's watchful silence.

After what felt like an eternity, the profound stillness yielded to the emergence of three majestic figures from the obsidian cloak. The colossal forms stepped into the periphery of vision, an ethereal silhouette against the snowy backdrop. The doors, creaking against the gust of wind, swung open under the push of vigilant guards, revealing the awe-inspiring presence of the wolves.

The snowflakes, stirred by the wolves' entrance, twirled in the air, forming a delicate dance around the powerful creatures. As the wolves traversed forward, their mighty paws created imprints in the snow-covered ground. Each step carried an air of regality, and the tremor of their fur echoed the untamed power that resided within.

Shaking off the snow that clung to their fur, the wolves stood as embodiments of strength, their eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom that transcended the boundaries of human understanding.

Meera, transfixed by their commanding presence, locked eyes with Eryx's wolf as he lifted his snout into the crisp night air, his senses keenly attuned to the surroundings. The imposing figure of the silver wolf seemed to radiate a primal energy, a silent guardian of the night.

Venna gracefully sidestepped, creating a pathway as the wolf stepped forward. His gaze fixated upon Meera. The silver wolf approached deliberately, moving with regal grace, and lowered his head under her warm palm.

"What are you doing up so late?" Eryx asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and amusement,

"I couldn't sleep," Meera confessed, withdrawing her hand. "Is everything okay past the wall?"

The wolf raised his head, conveying reassurance. "All is good."

As Eryx spoke, Meera's attention was drawn to a stubborn snowflake caught on the long fur above his eyes. Without conscious thought, she reached out, brushing it away. The cool snow melted against her hand like butter, leaving a fleeting chill.

"Thank you," Eryx's wolf raised his snout once more, placing it under Meera's palm.

"Will you stop doing that?" Meera clicked her tongue, pulling back.

"You smell so good," Eryx's voice resonated, the wolf sniffing the air around her like a bloodhound. His snout traversed from her feet, up her legs, and then toward her neck. As Meera attempted to move away, the wolf growled, placing its massive paw on the trail of her long robe, a gesture that held an unexpected possessiveness. The moment lingered, an intricate dance between the elemental bond and the untamed nature of the wolves. When Eryx's snout touched the curve of Meera's neck, she flinched and gasped in shock.

"Your nose is cold," Meera shivered as the wolf continued to sniff her. "Eryx!"

"You must forgive him, Princess," an old man chuckled, stepping forward with his hands clasped behind his back. His face bore the marks of time, etched with lines that whispered tales of wisdom and responsibilities. His eyes, kind and burdened, held the weight of a lifetime. Meera, her irritation evident in her furrowed brow, looked up at the man.

"It's difficult for them to control their animal instincts when they are in their wolf form," he explained, offering an understanding smile.

"I can see," Meera wrinkled her nose as she placed her hand over Eryx's head, guiding him away. "How do I make him stop?"

The man laughed, finding amusement in Meera's struggle as Eryx's wolf playfully placed his paw on her shoulder, preventing her escape.

"Eryx, no!" Meera clicked her tongue in a warning. "Bad dog!"

The courtyard echoed with laughter, a lighthearted moment amidst the serious duties that bound the fortress and its protectors. Eryx, as if understanding the jest in Meera's scolding, stepped back with a graceful motion. Shaking his head, he seemed to mimic laughter, a silent acknowledgment of the playfulness that had unfolded in the moonlit courtyard.

"That's one way," the old man chuckled, before holding out a hand. "Come my dear, let them shift back."

Meera hesitated as Eryx stepped away from her and the three wolves retreated towards the backrooms. Her eyes followed them as Venna and Will came to stand beside her.

"Who is the gray wolf?" She asked.

"That's Sven," Venna said. "Have you met him yet?"

"No," Meera shook her head.

"He's Eryx best friend," Will filled in. "And, Meera, this is Zeeb. He's an alchemist. He's in charge of all potions, healing, and brews for the elementals and wolves."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Meera," the old man, Zeeb, smiled. "We've been waiting for a very long time to meet you, especially a water elemental."

Meera gave the man her hand and stood patiently as he placed a greeting kiss upon it.

"Zeeb is a member of the council," Will continued. "I'm sure you will be seeing him more often when you start your training."

As the prince talked, a loud crash rang out in the backroom, startling Meera and Venna. The two of them looked over their shoulder toward the door just in time to see Eryx stumbling out with another handsome young man behind him. The two laughed as Eryx shoved the man, causing him to stumble once more and let out a string of curses.

For a fleeting moment, Meera found herself captivated by Eryx's presence. His infectious smile illuminated the courtyard as he nonchalantly shook out his tousled hair, running his hands through the unruly locks. The top buttons of his shirt were casually left undone, revealing a glimpse of his smooth chest and the taut skin beneath. Despite his towering height, every movement exuded a surprising grace that seemed almost otherworldly.

As Eryx playfully adjusted his disheveled appearance, his eyes caught Meera's gaze, and she felt the familiar breathlessness wash over her. Memories of his cold snout tracing along the curve of her neck lingered, creating a subtle warmth on her skin. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and Eryx, ever perceptive, arched a playful brow.

Meera, momentarily flustered, swiftly averted her gaze, turning her back towards him. She redirected her attention to Zeeb, focusing intently on the old man to regain her composure.

"Our first meeting is all set for tomorrow," Zeeb announced. "There's so much to prepare you for. We're all very eager to meet you."

"What are we preparing for?" Meera wondered.

"For the Northpass of course," Zeeb chuckled. "It is your sacred duity along with Eryx to protect the four kingdoms. You must train and prepare before going past the wall."

Meera slowly nodded, her mind clouding with questions. Her shoulders suddenly felt stiff and a small knot formed in the pit of her stomach.

"Don't look so worried," Zeeb said with kindness. "You will never be alone. We're all here for you."

Meera silently nodded once more. She could feel all eyes on her as she processed the news with her eyes lowered.

"Have you been to the tower yet?" Meera looked up as the handsome man beside Eryx asked. Upon meeting her eyes, he smiled. "We haven't been properly introduced and I fully blame Eryx. I'm Sven."

"Meera," Meera extended her hand gracefully as Sven bowed his head in a gesture of respect, pressing a small kiss upon her offered hand. Eryx, observing from the sidelines, took a small but deliberate step closer.

"I know," Sven grinned, his tone light and jovial. "It would be a crime to not know you in Voreios."

"It's getting late," Eryx interjected abruptly, his voice cutting through the conversation with an authoritative tone. "Venna, why don't you and Meera head back. Tomorrow's a long day."

Venna nodded in agreement, taking a step towards Meera to comply with Eryx's suggestion. "Yes, let's go," she said, gesturing for Meera to follow.

"See you tomorrow, princess," Sven waved, offering a friendly farewell.

"Good night," Meera responded, lifting her hand to wave back. As she did so, Eryx gently guided her away, urging her to follow Venna.

"Will, come on," Eryx called to his brother over his shoulder, motioning for him to follow. "Good night, Zeeb."

"Good night," Zeeb replied with a nod.

Eryx remained firmly behind Meera as they made their way up the stairs and down the corridor. Meera stole occasional glances over her shoulder, sensing Eryx's presence close behind her. Meanwhile, Venna and Will lingered in the back, engrossed in their own conversation, seemingly oblivious to the dynamic between Meera and Eryx. Eryx followed Meera like a shadow, his gaze never wavering from her form.

"You were very rude to him," Meera remarked as they continued their walk down the corridors.

Meera's words lingered in Eryx's mind like an echo in an empty room. He tried to brush off her remark, but deep down, he knew she was right. He had been rude, perhaps excessively so, and it wasn't just because of Sven's presence.

Eryx tried to push it away, to rationalize it, but the truth was undeniable. Watching Sven interact with Meera had stirred something possessive within him, something he wasn't ready to confront. The mere thought of anyone else touching her, let alone someone like Sven, sent a sharp pang of jealousy coursing through his veins.

Eryx's jaw tightened as he looked away. He had promised himself to keep his distance, to protect both Meera and himself from the inevitable pain that would come from getting too close. But seeing Sven with her had igniting the a primal instinct to protect what was his. Except she wasn't his, and that realization only fueled the jealousy burning within him.

"He will live," Eryx replied, his attempt at nonchalance falling short, his emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. "Why can't you sleep? Is it too cold?"

Meera's response was a barely audible whisper, her voice betraying the emotions she was trying so hard to conceal. "No..."

Meera's gaze met his, her eyes searching his face for answers he wasn't sure he had. The deep frown etched on her lips spoke volumes, her unspoken question hanging in the air like a heavy fog. "Are you really that oblivious to my state of mind?"

Eryx's heart sank at her words, the weight of her disappointment hitting him like a physical blow. He wanted to reach out to her, to explain himself, but the words caught in his throat. Unable to bear the heartache in Meera's eyes, he looked away.

"If you can't sleep tonight, I can call off the meeting tomorrow," Eryx offered, his voice strained with emotion. "You can stay in bed and rest up."

Meera's response was tinged with bitterness, her words laced with sarcasm. "Aren't you so kind."

Eryx winced at her tone, the sting of her words cutting deeper than he cared to admit. But despite the tension between them, he couldn't shake off the concern that gnawed at him.

"Are you sure?" Eryx reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm as he tried to stop her from walking away. They neared Venna's door, their destination looming ominously in the near distance.

"How long can you delay the inevitable?" Meera asked, her gaze staring at Venna and Will at the opposite end of the corridor. "Are they twins?"

Eryx looked back at his siblings, "No."

"They look the same age," Meera noticed.

"Will's older," Eryx said.

"I thought they were twins," Meera said quietly. "They have a strange connection."

Upon hearing her words, Eryx looked back at the pair. They lingered by one of the large paintings on the wall of their great grandfather, heads buried in deep conversation.

"They do," he said. "Two peas in a pod."

Together, Eryx and Meera watched Venna and Will, the silence between them filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Despite their attention being on the pair, Meera could feel Eryx's presence beside her like the heat of a burning candle, his proximity making it hard for her to breathe.

Her heart squeezed with longing every time she thought he would reach out and touch her, but he never did. The distance between them felt like an unbridgeable chasm, leaving her feeling more alone than ever.

"Get some sleep, M," Eryx sighed after a moment, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

"You too..." Meera responded softly, her voice tinged with sadness as they continued their journey down the corridor.

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Meera's dreams were a cruel juxtaposition to her waking reality, a relentless onslaught of what-ifs and could-have-beens that left her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. In the quiet darkness of the night, as the wind whispered mournful lullabies outside her window, she lay awake, tormented by the ghostly specters of her dreams.

When sleep finally claimed her, it offered no respite from her pain. Instead, it thrust her into a twisted alternate reality where she and Eryx were entwined in each other's arms, lost in the blissful haze of new love. In these dreams, she could almost taste the sweetness of his kisses, feel the warmth of his embrace seeping into her very soul.

But as quickly as the illusion began, it shattered into a thousand fractured fragments, leaving behind a gaping void where her heart once beat with hope. The realization that it was just a dream, a cruel trick of her mind, was a dagger plunged deep into her chest, tearing at the fragile threads of her sanity.

The ache in her heart was unbearable, a relentless pressure that threatened to crush her beneath its weight. Each gasping breath felt like a struggle for survival, a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating grip of her own despair.

And when she finally woke, her body drenched in a cold sweat, the tears streaming down her cheeks were a silent testament to the agony she endured. The pain was unimaginable, a raw, searing ache that tore through her like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

But perhaps the cruelest part of it all was the knowledge that she would never have the chance to make those dreams a reality. The life she had envisioned with Eryx was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy, a mirage that vanished into thin air with the dawn of each new day.

And so, she lay there in the darkness, her heart heavy with sorrow, her soul drowning in an ocean of unfulfilled longing. For Meera, the pain of knowing what could have been was a burden too heavy to bear, a wound that would never fully heal.

By the time morning dawned, Meera felt as though she had aged a lifetime overnight. Every movement sent waves of exhaustion rippling through her body, aching bones protesting against the weight of her despair.

With a heavy heart, she dragged herself out of bed, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. The water in the basin had long turned cold, but she paid it no mind as she bathed, the icy sting barely registering against the numbness that had settled deep within her soul.

Dressing felt like going through the motions of a life she no longer recognized. Like a marionette controlled by invisible strings, Meera mechanically clothed herself, the fabric of her garments offering little comfort against the emptiness that gnawed at her from within.

As she glanced at the silver bird pendant resting on her dresser, a sharp pang of grief pierced her heart. The thought of wearing it over her heart, a symbol of a love that was now lost to her, was too much to bear. With trembling fingers, she left the insignia behind, a silent testament to the pain that threatened to consume her whole.

With Snow nestled snugly in the pocket of her cloak, Meera made her way towards the courtyard, each step feeling like a Herculean effort. The icy air bit at her skin, her breath forming clouds of mist in the frigid morning air. Her cheeks flushed with the cold, tears welling up in her eyes as she battled against the chill that threatened to overwhelm her.

Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself, Meera sought solace in the warmth of her own touch, her hand instinctively seeking out the comforting presence of Snow. The soft fur against her fingertips offered a small measure of comfort in the face of her overwhelming grief.

Outside in the courtyard, life carried on as if nothing had changed. People bustled about, their voices mingling with the crisp morning air. But to Meera, it all felt like a blur, a distant echo of a world she no longer belonged to.

No one paid her any mind as she silently made her way across the frozen lawns, the crunch of her footsteps muffled by the blanket of snow that coated the ground. Marble statues stood sentinel in the cold, their stoic faces offering no solace to Meera's shattered heart.

As she walked, Meera's eyes scanned the nobles out on their morning promenade, her gaze drifting from one familiar face to the next. She spotted King Hemming, his regal bearing softened by the presence of a beautiful woman on his arm, and Queen Tulla, her laughter ringing out like a bell as she chatted with her ladies-in-waiting. After a few moments, Tulla's attention shifted, her eyes drawn inexorably towards her husband and the woman by his side. She watched them with little interest, Meera noticed.

Shifting her attention, Meera's gaze continued to sweep over the lawn. Amidst the sea of faces, she spotted Eryx, standing across the yard. His beautiful face stood out from the crowd, his height giving him the advantage of looking over everyone else. Even from a distance, his intensity was palpable, his focus unwavering as he listened to Sven and Zeya speak.

Meera's breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her heart aching with a longing she could barely contain. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving only her and Eryx standing in the vast expanse of the courtyard. And as she stood there, lost in the depths of her own despair, Meera couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same ache that gnawed at her soul.

"Don't look at him like that."

Tulla's voice cut through the icy air, pulling Meera's attention away from Eryx. She turned to find the queen standing beside her, her face relaxed but her eyes stern, full of disapproval.

Meera's chest tightened at Tulla's words, a knot of pain forming in the pit of her stomach. She looked away before Tulla could see the way her words crushed her soul, her gaze fixed on a distant point in the courtyard.

"His destiny is with someone else," Tulla said.

"I've heard," Meera managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of Tulla's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with their implications.

"It's nothing personal," Tulla continued, her tone softening slightly. "You seem like a wonderful girl, Meera. I would love to have you as my daughter-in-law for any of my other boys. But unfortunately, you can't have the one you want."

Meera wished Tulla would stop talking, her words like daggers piercing through her fragile facade. The ringing in her ears grew louder with each passing moment, drowning out the world around her.

"Eryx wants to have children," Tulla declared. "Ad Hemming's heir, he needs to have children. But that won't be possible if he is with you."

"What do you mean?" Meera's head snapped towards Tulla sharply, her eyes wide with disbelief. Meera's heart clenched with a pain she could barely contain. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, a warning of the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"An elemental and a wolf can never have a child, Meera," Tulla explained gently, her words landing like a sledgehammer. "It's impossible."

The truth of Tulla's words hit Meera like a physical blow, the realization sinking in like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. In that moment, all she could feel was the crushing weight of her own despair, the knowledge that the love she harbored for Eryx was doomed from the start.

"I'm sure someday you want to be a mother too," Tulla's voice softened, sensing the despair in Meera's eyes. She reached out and placed a motherly hand on her back, offering what little comfort she could muster. "It's still possible...just not with Eryx."

Meera's heart shattered. She could no longer hold back the tears that threatened to spill over, each drop a silent testament to the pain she carried within her. It felt as though she had lost the battle she had been fighting, the walls she had built around her heart crumbling to dust in the face of her overwhelming despair.

Across the manicured lawn, Eryx's eyes narrowed with concern as he spotted his mother and Meera in conversation. Every line on his face etched with worry, he wasted no time in striding purposefully towards them, his urgency palpable with each determined step.

Meera stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Eryx draw closer, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions raging within her. Though every fiber of her being screamed for her to turn away, to shield herself from the agony of his nearness, she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him.

"What's going on?" Eryx's voice cut through the tense silence as he finally reached them, his eyes searching Meera's for answers. "What happened?"

Unable to find the words to articulate her pain, Meera shook her head, her gaze heavy with the weight of unspoken anguish.

Anger flashed in Eryx's eyes, replacing the concern as he turned his gaze towards his mother.

"What did you say to her?" His voice was sharp, laced with barely contained fury.

"I only did what needed to be done," Tulla replied, her tone unapologetic. "She needed to know the reality of the situation you two are in. This marriage can never be real."

Eryx's patience snapped at her words, his frustration boiling over. "I told you I would handle it," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Tulla's bitterness seeped through her words as she retorted, "Your lack of urgency regarding this matter has been concerning. Do you have any idea how distressed Dawn has been?"

"This matter involves me and Meera only, not anyone else," Eryx snapped back, his tone cutting like a knife. "Respectfully, stay the fuck out of it. And stay the fuck away from her."

Tulla gasped, her eyes widening in shock at her son's harsh words. Anger flared within her, her gaze flickering towards Meera with accusation.

"He has never spoken to me like this before," Tulla exclaimed, her voice trembling with indignation. "But now, because of you...."

Eryx's fury intensified at the implication, his jaw clenched tightly as he growled, "What did I just say? Leave her alone. Or I swear there won't be anyone worse than me."

Meera's hand reached out, grasping Eryx's arm in a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension, to prevent the situation from escalating any further.

"Stop," she pleaded softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine."

Eryx's gaze softened momentarily as he looked down at Meera, the storm of emotions raging within him slowly subsiding.

But even as Tulla turned and walked away, muttering under her breath, Meera couldn't shake the tremors of pain that coursed through her. She slowly released Eryx's hand, her fingers trembling as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

Eryx remained rooted to the spot where his mother had left him, his shoulders tense with unresolved anger. With great effort, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the familiar scent of Meera. Slowly, he turned his head, his gaze softening as he met Meera's eyes.

As Meera spoke about her fears and uncertainties, Eryx's demeanor shifted imperceptibly, his normally composed facade cracking under the weight of his emotions. The exhaustion in his voice was palpable, a weariness that Meera hadn't heard before, adding a new layer of complexity to their conversation.

"Are you okay?" Eryx's question hung heavy in the air, his deep voice tinged with a tiredness that mirrored the heaviness in Meera's heart.

"Yes," Meera managed to say, though the word felt hollow on her tongue.

"What did she say to you?" Eryx pressed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow.

Meera looked down at her trembling hands, the silence stretching between them like a chasm. Snow poked his head out of her pocket, catching Eryx's attention. Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled the small creature into his arms, a silent gesture of comfort amidst the turmoil.

"Is it true?" Meera dared to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. "That we can't... have children."

Eryx's gaze met hers, his eyes betraying an emotion she couldn't quite name. "Yes," he admitted, his voice heavy with resignation. "It's true."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, the truth of their situation crashing down on Meera like a tidal wave. "And you knew?" she questioned, her voice trembling with hurt.

"I did," Eryx confessed, his tone somber.

"But you went ahead and married me anyways," Meera accused, her heart aching with the realization of their impossible situation.

"This was never supposed to be a real marriage," Eryx spoke quietly, his words like a knife through Meera's already fragile resolve.

"It is to me," Meera insisted, her voice breaking with the weight of her emotions. "What am I supposed to do now? Have your brother's children?"

Eryx's brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes darkening with a possessive intensity. "What?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about? Where did that come from?"

"Don't act like you don't notice your parents trying to set me up with Andrick," Meera shot back, her own anger rising to meet his.

"That will never happen," Eryx declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Why not?" Meera challenged, her voice rising with frustration. "You already took away my role as a wife. Am I supposed to just give up on my hopes of becoming a mother too?"

"Andrick?" Eryx's frown deepened, his eyes flashing with a mix of confusion and jealousy.

"Dawn?" Meera met his gaze, her own eyes filled with defiance. "Dawn's going to have your children?"

The tension between them crackled like electricity, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Snow yawned and curled up against Eryx's chest, seeking his warmth amidst the growing storm.

"Why are we having this discussion?" Eryx's mood soured, his frustration evident in his tone. "It's pointless."

Meera flinched as if struck by a physical blow, her body recoiling from the weight of Eryx's harsh words. Swallowing hard, she forced down the surge of anger that threatened to overwhelm her, burying it deep within the recesses of her soul. Despite her efforts to hide her pain, the agony in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

Seeing the hurt reflected in her gaze, Eryx's heart clenched with regret. Instantly, the sharp edges of his anger softened, replaced by a deep ache of remorse. He took a tentative step closer, the urge to reach out and comfort her almost overpowering.

"You're right..." Meera's voice was barely above a whisper, her words heavy with resignation. "It is pointless..."

Hearing her speak the words felt like a dagger to Eryx's heart, each syllable a painful reminder of the chasm that had opened up between them. He felt as though a weight had been dropped onto his shoulders, crushing him beneath the burden of their shattered dreams.

As Meera took a shaky breath and composed herself, Eryx couldn't help but admire her strength, even in the face of such heartbreak. But the knowledge that he was the cause of her pain gnawed at the edges of his sanity, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade he wore.

"Should we head to the tower?" Meera's voice broke through the heavy silence, a forced cheerfulness masking the sorrow that lingered beneath the surface.

Realizing that the heartbreaking moment was over, Eryx nodded, his expression somber. With a silent understanding, he handed Snow back to Meera, his gaze falling to her delicate silk slippers, so unsuitable for the snowy courtyard.

Without a word, Eryx made a decision. With a fluid motion, he bent down and scooped Meera into his arms, surprising her with the sudden gesture. She gasped in shock, her eyes widening as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"W-what are you doing?" Meera's voice trembled with uncertainty, her heart racing in her chest as she looked up at him, searching for answers in his gaze

"Do you want to walk across two feet of snow in your slippers?" Eryx asked, shifting her around and rolling her closer to his chest.

Any protest Meera may have had was silenced as Eryx stepped onto the snow. She stared up at him in the morning light, witnessing his features and feeling her heart break. As he carried her across the snow-covered courtyard, Eryx's steps were sure and steady, his movements betraying none of the effort required to traverse the uneven terrain. The cold air nipped at Meera's skin, but her frozen heart was worse.

As they reached the entrance to the tower, Eryx gently set Meera down, his touch lingering for a brief moment before he withdrew. His expression remained composed, masking the tumult of emotions that churned beneath the surface.

With heavy hearts, Meera and Eryx stepped into the tower, a smaller replica of the grand estate they had left behind. The heavy doors creaked open before them, their groan echoing through the large stone foyer like a lament for the lost hopes and dreams they carried within.

Inside, the air was warm but devoid of comfort. The bare walls offered no solace, no decoration to distract from the weight of their sorrow. Meera followed Eryx's lead as they ventured further into the tower, her eyes tracing the lines of the high walls that seemed to stretch endlessly upward.

A staircase loomed ahead, its steps leading off in two different directions on the mezzanine above. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty space.

In silence, they ascended to the second floor, each step a heavy burden to bear. The air grew still around them, the atmosphere thick with the unspoken words that hung between them like a shroud. And as they reached the top of the staircase, Meera's gaze found Zeeb waiting for them. He offered them a kind smile before falling into steps beside Eryx.

Zeeb's curiosity piqued as his eyes landed on the small creature nestled in Meera's arms. "Who is this?" he asked, his tone filled with intrigue.

Meera smiled softly, holding up the little kitten for Zeeb to see. "This is Snow," she introduced him, her voice gentle as she stroked the fur on his back.

"What a sweet pet," Zeeb remarked, his admiration evident in his tone. "You don't usually see many of them around here. Everyone is more interested in exotic animals."

"He was a gift," Meera replied, her gaze fixed on Snow as she spoke. Though she didn't look towards Eryx, she could feel his eyes on her, his silent presence looming over her like a shadow.

"A very thoughtful gift," Zeeb mused, nodding in approval.

"I had thought so too," Meera admitted, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

With a gentle motion, she raised her hand and allowed Snow to climb onto her shoulder, the soft fur of her cloak and the veil of her long hair providing a comfortable perch for the little creature to observe from. As he settled into his new vantage point, Meera couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the simplicity and innocence he represented in the midst of their complicated lives. She reached up and scratched the spot right below his chin, making him purr with contentment.

"Let's keep moving," Zeeb motioned, his voice echoing softly through the vast hall. "Welcome to the tower, Your grace. This is where you will be training. As you know, I am the in-house alchemist. If you ever have any need for potions, do not hesitate to come to me."

Meera nodded, her eyes scanning the expansive space as she followed Zeeb further into the room.

As they entered the heart of the hall, Meera's gaze was drawn to the sight of a large pool of water at its center. Though only two feet deep, the pool shimmered under the morning light filtering in through the glass ceiling above. Its surface rippled gently, reflecting the azure hues of the sky and lending the room an ethereal quality.

Surrounding the pool, pillars and arches rose up from the floor, their stark black stone contrasting sharply against the luminous water. The architecture loaded the space with an aura of confinement and unpredictability, as if danger lurked in the shadows, waiting to pounce at any moment.

"This is where you will train," Zeeb said. "Designed only for you, keeping in mind your element."

Meera took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. In this room, she knew, she would push herself to the limits of her strength and skill, honing her abilities until she was ready to face whatever trials awaited her beyond its walls.

"And there's your instructor right now," Zeeb announced, gesturing towards the man who stepped forward with Dawn by his side. "Meera, this is Lyall. He's King Hemming's commander in chief and our combat trainer. Lyall, this is Princess Meera, our new elemental."

Lyall, a man built like a boulder, exuded an aura of strength and authority. His weathered features spoke of years spent on the battlefield, lines etched into his face like scars earned in the heat of combat. Though he appeared to be around the same age as King Hemming, there was a ruggedness to his demeanor that set him apart.

As she stared at the man and Dawn, Meera wondered if they were related. Despite their lack of physical resemblance, there was an uncanny likeness in their features that left her intrigued.

"Lyall is Dawn's uncle," Zeeb clarified, noticing the way Meera's gaze lingered on the pair.

"I see..." Meera nodded.

As her eyes shifted from Lyall to Dawn, Meera couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in the girl's attire. Unlike the lavish silk and velvet dresses she had seen Dawn wear before, today she was clad in fitted pants that accentuated her long legs, a form-fitting top, and sturdy boots. Her ensemble was entirely black, devoid of any embellishments or jewelry, her hair pulled back into a tight braid. The transformation was striking.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your grace," Lyall greeted, bowing his head respectfully.

"Likewise," Meera responded politely, her demeanor poised.

"Good morning, Princess," Dawn chimed in, her smile sweet but her gaze as cold as ice.

"Good morning," Meera replied, her own smile strained as she acknowledged the girl's presence. She didn't have the strength to engage in any form of competition with Dawn.

"Where's Fenno?" Zeeb wondered aloud, craning his neck to scan the room. "He must be lurking somewhere."

"I sent him to change his robe," Lyall explained. "He hasn't bathed in over a week."

"Must we still tolerate this man?" Zeeb muttered with a shake of his head, before addressing Meera again. "You'll have to excuse Fenno's presence. He is a historian, which also makes him a bit of a bookworm. I'm sure in time you will meet him."

"Fenno won't be interested in any of our work anyways," Lyall declared dismissively.

"Right," Zeeb sighed. "Okay, then shall we get started?"

Meera hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she glanced between Zeeb and Eryx, unsure of what exactly they were about to begin.

"Don't worry, my dear," Zeeb reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her back. "We just want you to get acquainted with us today. Eryx will give you a tour of the tower, and then eventually we will make our way down to Fenno. I'm sure you have many questions about your abilities and the Northpass."

"I do," Meera nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope at the prospect of finally finding some answers.

"Good," Lyall smiled warmly. "We will answer all of them."

As the group made their way towards the back of the room, Meera couldn't help but notice the round table set up with refreshments. The scent of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pastries and fruits. It all made Meera's stomach churn.

Before anyone could have a seat, however, the door to the hall swung open with a loud bang, causing heads to turn in surprise. Sven strode in with Zeya by his side, his presence injecting a burst of energy into the room. His eyes lit up with excitement as he caught sight of Meera, a warm grin spreading across his face as he waved in greeting.

"Did we miss it?" Sven inquired, his gaze darting towards the pool of water before returning to Meera with eager anticipation.

"You didn't miss anything," Zeeb replied, rolling his eyes at Sven's enthusiasm. "We were just getting started."

"Good morning, Meera," Zeya chimed in, offering a reassuring squeeze to her arm as she passed by to stand beside Dawn, her presence a comforting presence amidst the swirling emotions.

"Meera?" Zeeb turned towards the princess, his gaze expectant. "May I take your cloak?"

"Yes, of course," Meera nodded, beginning to undo the straps of her cloak. Eryx stepped forward, his movements graceful as he reached out and scooped Snow from her shoulder. The small furball nestled contentedly on his shoulder as he stepped back, allowing Zeeb to take Meera's cloak.

"Now," Zeeb continued, his voice filled with anticipation. "Why don't you show us how you can manipulate the water in the pool?"

"This is going to be fun," Sven declared, rubbing his hands together eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as if he were about to unwrap a long-awaited present.

Meera's gaze sought out Eryx's. With a silent exchange, he offered her a small nod of encouragement, emboldening her to take the next step. As all eyes in the room turned to her, Meera felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her.

Drawing in a deep breath to steady herself, Meera approached the edge of the pool with cautious steps. She closed her palm, focusing on the warmth radiating from within, willing her fingers to ignite with the spark of her elemental abilities.

Standing at the water's edge, she peered down at the still surface, her heart pounding in anticipation. The cool chill of the water reached out to touch her toes through her silk slippers, a stark reminder of the disconnect she felt with her own magic. The water remained placid, offering no sign of recognition or acknowledgment as if treating her as a stranger in its midst.

With a glance over her shoulder, Meera found the group of onlookers observing her with rapt attention. Their silent anticipation only added to the pressure she felt. Turning back to face the pool, she raised her hand tentatively, willing the water to respond to her touch. Yet, despite her efforts, nothing happened. No ripple disturbed the surface, no wave answered her call.

As Meera stepped closer to the edge of the water, furrowing her brows with confusion and curiosity, a sense of unease began to gnaw at her insides. She slipped off her shoes and ventured into the pool, the ice-cold water jolting her awake with its biting chill as she raised her palm once more.

Despite her efforts, Meera could feel the tips of her fingers vibrating with a strange energy, but it was erratic, and unstable. The warmth she usually felt in the pit of her stomach seemed to waver, struggling to maintain its steady rhythm amidst the disquieting silence that enveloped her.

"Meera?" Eryx's voice cut through the tension, concern etched into every line of his face as he stepped forward to address her.

Meera remained silent, her focus consumed by the water as she crouched down and scooped up a handful. She wanted to establish a connection with the element, to greet it with respect and introduce herself, but unlike all the times before, the water remained stubbornly unresponsive. There was no energy rippling through it, no welcoming embrace.

"Meera?" Eryx's voice called out to her again, his tone laced with growing worry.

In a desperate attempt to coax a response from the water, Meera plunged both hands into the pool. But instead of igniting with life, the warmth within her flickered like a dying flame, leaving her feeling increasingly helpless and panicked.

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably in her chest, the icy water seeping into her bones causing her teeth to chatter and her head to feel unbearably heavy.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" Zeeb's voice broke through the haze of her panic, his concern palpable as he approached her, joining Eryx by her side.

"I can't..." Meera's voice trailed off, her hands moving aimlessly through the water in a futile attempt to find the connection she sought. "I can't feel..."

"What is it? What's wrong?" Zeeb pressed, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Feeling utterly confused, Meera rose to her feet and began to wander aimlessly through the center of the pool. The hems of her dress dragged heavily as the velvet absorbed the water, growing stiff and cumbersome with each step. Lost in her turmoil, she moved from one spot to another, her movements aimless and frantic as she searched for a semblance of the connection she had once felt so strongly.

"Maybe a bucket of water would be easier," Dawn muttered.

"I've seen her stop a tsunami," Eryx silenced the girl. "This is nothing. Something's wrong."

Handing Snow over to Zeeb, Eryx charged into the pool. As soon as he felt the icy water, his insides filled with worry. Meera was drenched. She was trembling from the cold.

"Do you think the water is too cold?" Sven asked, dipping his toe inside.

"That's ridiculous," Zeya shook her head.

"You've only seen her manipulate water in Azmeera," Sven said. "The water is warmer there."

"So now we need an elemental for every climate?" Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Will you three shut it?" Lyall pushed past the trio as he made his way over to Zeeb. They watched as Eryx rushed up to Meera and pulled her to her feet.

"What is it?" Eryx asked, cupping Meera's face and turning her toward him. "What's wrong?"

"I can't....." Meera's pale face sent shock waves down Eryx's spine. Her eyes were wide with fear and she was ice cold. "I can't feel the water."

"What do you mean?" Eryx asked.

"It's not working," Meera gripped his wrists. "I can't get a grip on it from anywhere."

"Has this ever happened before?"

"No!" Meera stepped away, her eyes frantic as she pushed her hands into her hair and shook her head. "No. No. Never."

"It's okay, it's okay," Eryx reached for her. "Come here. We'll try something different. But first, let's get you out of this water."

Meera shook her head. She twisted away from Eryx and sank down to the floor. Her skin was beginning to turn paler by the second and her lips were tinted blue.

"Meera," Eryx lowered himself and grabbed her shoulder. "You can't sit in here. You'll freeze."

"The water...." Meera's brows knit together in frustration and fear. She did not hear a word Eryx said as she scanned the ripples, her mind racing with confusion and desperation. "It's not listening to me."

"We'll try again," Eryx insisted, his voice urgent with concern. "But now you need to get out of the pool-"

"No!" Meera's voice cracked with panic as she yanked away from Eryx's touch, her eyes wide with terror.

And then, in an instant, chaos erupted.

All at once, the water in the pool surged upward with a deafening roar, as if a cannonball had been fired inside. It rose with such force that it crashed against the ceiling, shattering the glass above into a thousand glittering fragments. Water and glass rained down upon the shocked onlookers, drenching them from head to toe and leaving them stunned in its wake.

The explosion of water and glass filled the room with a cacophony of sound, echoing off the walls in a symphony of chaos. Meera, her heart lodged firmly in her throat, could only watch in disbelief and horror as the consequences of her lost control unfolded before her eyes.

Amidst the wreckage, she felt a surge of guilt and terror grip her soul. What had she done?

Are you making any inferences? Can you taste all the breadcrumbs I'm leaving for you ;)