Unknown Pov

In a land far, far away from the knowledge of humanity lived a divided Kingdom, with three kings that ruled their lands. The First Kingdom was the North Kingdom which reigned in peace and tranquility with the Fae, Lycans and The Jotuns and sat perched on the mountain top of the icy woods. The next Kingdom was the South Kingdom, which sat peacefully in the middle of the lands, guarded by the Elves, Wolves and the Witches; ruled with an iron fist. The last kingdom was called The Second Kingdom, which reigned as a dark and gloomy kingdom that was run by an evil and wicked king that ruled his lands with the magic of the gods; blood magic.

The three Kingdoms were first separated by envy and jealousy, and later became torn apart by war. Leaving the two kingdoms of the first kingdom sided in an alliance. Thus they waged war against the wicked reign of the wicked king which landed The Second Kingdom to become an independent nation governed by the evil Witches.

Later years to come another war was at brew, the evil regime had found a way to create creatures that could morph into different animals and spread dieseases. These warrior animals were merciless and rabid, their disease could send any creature mad and eventually turn them into mindless zombies. These mindless zombies had only one purpose; to kill.

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"Why should I care about the wants of the kingdom when nobody cares about the wants of the future king?" Lord Arthriel roared at the massive Jotun before him, his eyes glowing gold as the newly revealed magic inside of him sent sparks around his body, controlling his emotions.

"It isn't quite that serious Arthriel, I'm afraid you both must learn to understand that your wants and needs come after the wants of the people of Irenia," Lord Dël whispered, patting the shoulder of the infuriated Elfling before him, as his eyes pierced the unbothered Prince to the left of the room, who sat perched ontop an armchair.

"I truly wish it was not so, but that is the responsibility of the future leaders of Irenia," Lord Dël told sternly. The Prince, unlike the Elfling was still yet to react to any words the The Grand Advisor had said before, ignoring the Jotun as if he were a bother.

"Prince Phoenix, are you not even slightly bothered by the war brewing right above your nose?" Lord Dël questioned, this finally caught the attention of the young Prince, as he finally shuts close the book before him and faced the two figures that had been bothering his study time.

"The Zladvinians have taken control of the Port, the critters have now moved up and infested the Southern borders, and our warriors both Witch, Lycan, Wolf and Elf alike have grown tired and hopeless.I know very well what is happening, my question is why is the entire kingdom forcing my hand at the wield when the Queen sits at the throne?" He roars, finally standing to his feet, as his eyes pierced his advisor.

"My father is dead, and my Uncle is dead, this I know, what I do not know is why I am to be held responsible for a war I did not start, nor have any business cleaning up,"

The Prince had stood to his feet, cane in hand, pointing directly in the face of the Elf, who was now cowering behind the Jotun, afraid of what his friend would do next. The Prince was an unpredictable man, one could never truly know what he might do or when he may do it.

"My King, I know-"

"You know nothing, if you did you would know that I am not your King," The Prince spat, his eyes growing angry as the Elf before him huffed in defeat.

"I am next in line for the throne, this I know, however I also know that no boy must be coronated, I am only but eighteen winters, a man must be twenty-four winters to rule, why are you forcing my-"

"Because there is no one else, do you not understand that Phoenix?" Lord Dël roared, his icy cold shout shaking the walls of the room, creating frost bites to lace the skin of the two young boys beside him. The Elfling quickly lights a flame with hand, passing it over his body to cool him down, while the Prince just blinks and changes into a new outfit.

"Your father is dead, your uncle is dead, your mother had gone mad and is locked away in a castle in Hera's Island, your brother is too peaceful for war, and your cousin has locked himself up in the Northern castle, you are the only sane one left, you are the only hope left, so please act like you have some sense boy"

The hard words of the ice giant was enough to shut the Prince up and had infested his mind with a strange sense of sorrow and dutiful empathy for the Kingdom he was to rule. His once indifferent and unbothered demeanour had dwindled away at the mention of his beloved cousin, who he had swore to protect at the death of his beloved uncle. He knew that Prince Colt had no vigor nor gust to rule the First Kingdom, nor did his mother have the sanity to even write a proper decree; he was the only hope for Irenelle, he was the only hope for Irenia.

"How could I be the only hope when I myself have no hope?" His words were but a faint whisper, but Lord Dël heard them, as soft as they were. The room sat quiet and still, until the Jotun had decided to speak again.

"Well I'll give you mine, I'll give both of you my faith, because if it is my faith that will lead us all out of this horrid mess that we lie in then I will give my all to you,"

"So you give me yourself, give me your time and your energy and I will give you my hope, I will make you out hope"

This had caused both of the young and unwillingly boys before him to look up at him, he had caught their attention and had moved something inside the both of them that would spark the resistance, that would fuel boy to become men.

"Then tell the court that I will start my ten day sabbatical as of tomorrow, for today I must consult my beloved, she will kill me if I do this without her knowledge" he told with a grimace. His mind wandering off to his mate whom he loved with his entire heart.

Closing his eyes, he imagined her chocolate locs, and her dazzling smile which had captivated him in his youth. He imagined the coffee bean and hazelnut aroma she carried after her evening walks in her mother's chocolate factory, the gleaming of her eyes when they we together, he longed to see her more than ever now, especially since he would have to depart from her for months, maybe even years.

"Lady Aurora is in the gardens, I last saw her there when I-"

The eager Prince did not waste a second longer of his time, but instead teleported himself mid-conversation to the love of his life, anticipation bubbling inside of him to see her face.

Prince Phoenix's POV

"I find that Oleanders are some of my favorite flowers these days, while you find them shrubs, I find them the gardens most prized possessions," Aurora giggled, as an unconvinced Prince Collins rolls his eyes. To me however, this was the best news I could have gotten. For my Coronation I would lace the entire palace with Oleanders, and make ever banner, and ever draping match with them. I would do anything to see her smile.

"I suppose that would be expected of you, you always enjoyed the peculiar things, a unique flower just as yourself," I told pointedly, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the afternoon sun. Our eyes instantly locked, and her face went rosen, my smirk spreading as I stepped towards her. My eyes raked her beautiful figure, admiring every curve and line, every mole, every tint. She was a beauty to behold, a magnificent creation from the creator.

"Peculiar to you, normal to me," she tells passively, folding her arms and turning away from me. She was always easy to pester, and I loved her reactions, I loved everything about her. Stepping closer to her I pull her around by her arms straight into mine, caressing her chin as I make her look into my eyes.

"If you deem it normal, it is, spectacular" I whisper into her ears, inching my lips from her ears to her lips and stealing a passionate kiss from her. My arms drop from her embrace only to scoop her back up and bury her deep in my arms, as I mold myself into her. When we finally break away I notice that Collins had left and that we were alone, left to ourselves.

"I have missed you Ada muer," I breathe, as she captures my lips again, this time her hips are wrapped around my waist, and her hands are entangled in my hair, maneuvering me as she pleased. I loved being at her control, it invigorated me.

"Then show me how much you missed me my love," she pleaded, her dress falling off her shoulders, as she began to undress for me. In awe I placed her at the top of the garden's alter and watched as she undressed for me. Hastily I mindlinked my guards telling them to close all entrances to the main and minor gardens as I anticipated claiming her in ever spot imaginable. This would be our first time, and I would make it unforgettable.

Falling to my knees I dive between her legs, discarding her undergarments and binding her legs with vines I had summoned. An evil grin graced my face as I levitated her slightly, so that her flower would be directly over my face, and I began my feast. As each whimper and groan left her lips I sped up my pace, hurriedly welcoming the well of invigoratiom, as her flower fed me its precious nectar.

"Phoenix please," she whimpered, as I grabbed hold of tender legs, rubbing circles along her hips as I rose to my feet. I wanted her to beg for more, at every instance I pleasured her, I wanted ever moan, whimper, cry to be a signal of her wanting more. I wanted her to need me like I needed her.

"Please what my princess?" I teased as I slowly slid her down my chest so that her flower sat on my manhood.

"Please, please take me."

"Take you where my love?" I teased again, my nose sinking to her neck to place the most innocent love marks to convince her to speak.

"Come on princess, tell me what you need."

"Use that little mouth to tell me everything you want me to do to you," I growled, as my manhood grazed her entrance. I was ready to devour her, I just needed her permission to begin my masterpiece.

"Phoenix please ravish me, take me please, I need you inside, please my love," she begged, as she sunk herself down unto me, making my wolf go completely insane. Losing all control I grabbed at her neck with my left hand, my right hand grabbing her back, as I began ravishing her. The smell of innocence and purity evaporating as passion and lust overtook the room.

"Saints, don't stop, don't fucking stop, please," she cried, her hands gripping around my own as she threw her head back in pleasure. Her hips lost control instantly, moving erratically, as if she had lost all control of herself, just as I had wanted. Over and over I plummeted deeper and deeper into uncharted waters, the goddess' nectar consuming me with each trek. I was losing all bits that I had left.

My fingers finally released her throat and instead covered her mouth, the vines that once tore her legs apart bursting, as I sped up my pace. Her nails dug into my hands as she cried out in ecstasy with each thrust.

"Look at you, look at how I have turned my flower into a garden," I roared, my lips attacking hers as a burst of energy left my body. As if convulsing, she screamed out in ecstasy, her body shaking as I pumped her full of my nectar, only stopping to lay her on the alter on her stomach and praise her.

As her breaths finally caught up with her, I entered her again, this time my thrust were slow and rhythmic, seducing and lustful, as if to trap her in a daze of pleasure. I wanted her to think about me at every moment of pleasure, every caress, every urge, everytime she touched herself she should remember me, my scent-our scents mixing. The garden that she loved so dearly, the flowers, must remind her of the garden I would create in her, the masterpiece she would evolve into.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, as her hands reached forward to capture my face. Ours locked and I smiled at her failed attempt to reach forward and kiss me. Her hands ventured down to her flower that was sparkling in the sunlight as droplets of nectar had decorated it. Seductively she stroked herself and I sped up my pace, each stroke egging her on to her end, she deserved to end our session with unimaginable bliss and that I would give her. Leaning over her I began to suck at her bosom that perked like to doves awakened from slumber. Her groans grew weaker, as I dove deeper into her.

"Go ahead my love, come for me," I whispered into her chest, as she exploded into a stardust of waterworks, her nectar soaking my entire shirt. Still I kissed her, capturing her in my arms and kissing her shoulders. I never wanted this moment to end, I wanted to stay in her arms forever, but not everything I wanted I could have.

Zaphira's Pov

"So you fucked him, just like that?" I questioned hesitantly to the blushing she-wolf before me, unable to comprehend what was happening. Yes I knew that they were mated, and had been in love for that last five years, however the fact that they had finally mated was wild to me.

"Yes Zaphira we made love, and it was magical, he was so rough yet so gentle, so passionate- I think that I love him even more, if that is even possible," she giggled, twirling her chocolate locs as she stared off into the night sky. The day heat of summer had finally passed, and had invited the cold Northern winds to grace us, cooling the atmosphere that had been ravished.

"I think that's wonderful, your lover of your youth is a man who would move mountains to just see you, and now he has marked you as his, soon you'll be Queen of the first Kingdom, everything you've ever wanted," I told with a tight smile, the jealousy seeping through my words as I threw myself back onto my bed. I hated that everyone was getting their happily ever after except for me, was I cursed or something?

"It's not like you can't have everything you've wanted as well, you choose to rebel, Lord Theodore has been trying for years to court you but each time-"

"I will never mate with an Elf, especially not an Elf next in line for the throne, they'll treat me like a slave, a dog, a mutt!" I growl throwing my hands in the air, my eyes glowing angrily as Aurora's gentle eyes met mines.

"That was fifteen thousand years ago Zaphira, the Wolves and the Elves are no longer at war with eachother, plus Lord Theodore is in love with you, he asks my father everyday to guard the palace just so that he can water your lilies of the garden, just so he can write you love letters daily, just so he can see you, although you refuse to talk to him," she gushes, just as a knock erupts on my bedroom door.

"Neither your father nor mines will allow any such romance to occur, as my own blood you know this Aurora," I told pointedly, as another sets of knocks rang out.

"They do not control my life, neither do they control yours, as a Royal Witcher you can marry as you like, you can marry Lord Theodore," she laughs as she strolls out of the bedroom with me hot on her tail.

"Lemme guess, speak of the devil?" I groan, as a mischievous looking Aurora runs over to the bedroom door and rips it open. Unfortunately enough a dashing looking Lord Theodore stood behind the door, a perplex look drawn on his face as a smiling Aurora welcomes him closer to the inside of the room.

"Lord Theodore, so lovely to see that you have come to escort me home?" She questioned, as Lord Theodore inched closer to the door, only to lock eyes with me.

"Actually you're carriage is outside with Lord Arthriel, I have come to ask if Lady Zaphira would like to watch some fireworks with me tonight?" He asks innocently, his eyes piercing mines as he asks his question. He had such beautiful blue eyes that enwrapped me every time he looked at me, ones one could drown in if they weren't too careful.

"Tonight was my inauguration as Captain of the First Army, we're having a celebration near Emperor's Kiss and-"

"I am not interested," I tell boldly, as I come face to with the handsome Elf before me. By then Aurora was already out of the door frame standing beside Lord Arthriel who had some how managed to appear without making his presence known.

"My apologies Lady Zaphira, I just thought-"

"I am not interested, but I will come, neither my parents nor my sister is back from Jotun's Foot, I have nothing to do, I may as well accompany a few friends to a celebration right?" I laugh, as Lord Theodore gawks at me, shocked that I had finally said yes to him. Offering my had I wait for him to finally recover from shock before he takes my hand in his to escort me to his carriage.

I had long accepted that you, would never mate with Lord Theodore, my family woukd never allow it. My mother was a witch and my father was a Lycan, two of the most different species had come together to create hybrid daughters, however we had defects, some shaky magic, the inability to shift into my Lycan form. My parents had made me promise to marry a Lycan man so that I could make full bred children. I could bot break that promise, not even for love.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Lord Theodore questions as he opens his carriage door for me. He was such a pleasant Elf, almost made me want to give him a chance.

"What's there to be unsure about?" I smile, taking a seat on the rather comfortable cushions.

"This is your first time agreeing to come out with me, I must say I am rather surprised-"

"And we will keep it that way, this is both my first and last outting with you, enjoy your time wisely,"

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