Valencia

Spill blood?

We were going to a feast, not a war. At least lisaped in.

Killian, or fan for me, had always been sweet and polite, obedient. I hadn’t really wondered about his capacity for violence.

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Would he really spill blood if anybody dared touch me? Would be light his siblings for my

I was not sure what to make of it.

d that he was protective of me? Or paranoid that he spoke of spilling blood as easily as discussing the weather?

I stared into his eyes for a brief second, wondering if there was a bloodthirsty

rsty side of him that I had not seen

His fingers held onto mine firmly as he bowed to me and then began walking with me outside. The day had set and now night had fallen.

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Stars twinkled in the sky above us and I saw ba /bcrowd gathered in the far distance. There were noises of people chatting and the shadows cast by the fire andnterns flickered onto the trees around them.

The more we neared them, the more I grew tense.

“Rx”

Killian whispered and then leaned to the side to whisper binto /bmy ear

“You are the Blessed one, remember that! You hail from the bloodline of the strongest witch ever that cast doubt and fear in the minds of all the lycans and even some werewolves. If you walk in there blike /ba terrified chicken, they will tear you apart.”

“Thank you for the graphic exnation. Now I want to puke,” I said, bbut /bhis other hand came to rest on the small bof /bmy back and patted me soothingly.

“Act like they need you. Remind them that you could just throw an evil curse their way if they dared bto /boffend you

His fingers continued to draw soothing circles on my back.

I felt a bit of tension in my bones dissipate.

I was not led inside the castle but rather in the open forest. The huge clearing was filled with people who were chatting with each other merrily, all wearing pants and leather coats.

The wind was chilly and the heat emanating from thenterns was not of much use, so I felt myself leaning closer to Killian for some warmth.

There was arge bonfire across which stone walls were ced in a semicircle that doubled up bas /bseats just like ba /bcolosseum.

And I realized just ine and Killian were the ones wearing boundish /bclothes, while the rest looked like they had just returned from a war

thw did yo

“Why

you make me wear this?” hissed at him and he whispered in a low voice.

“You wouldn’t have liked the option Martin picked”

Why the hell was Martin even allowed to pick a dress for me?

I wanted to ask him some more questions, but then we reached the front of the huge bonfire and I was d for the heat it provided

At first nobody noticed us arrive, but then one of the girls seated on the store seats did and then one by one all the heads turned in my direction.

I tried to keep my spine straight and head held high as I was subjected to more than a thousand gazes,

Some looked astonished, some looked wary of me and some looked like they ween eyeing me as if i was prey.

And then, from the far right, I heard somebody clear his throat

“) adies and gentlemen, can you all please stand up to pay our respect to our new gumu?”

I followed the direction of the voice to see Martin emerge from the crowd, wearing a pristine white coat that stood in a stark contrast with the people wearing dirt covered clothes and leathers all around him.

Martin gave me a smile that I didn’t return. A few people stood up, but the majority of them continued to sit and sta

Martin looked at them, and his voice hardened

“I said, GET UP if you don’t want to get your asses whipped!!”

He raised his voice, and suddenly, all of them stood up in unison.

Martin snorted. “That’s more like it

Meanwhile, Killian had an unbothered expression on

in his face bas /bMartin approached us

The scent of alcohol was strong on him as he stood in front of me and extended his hand.

“May 17”

I looked wanly at Kin, who bgave /bme a nod band /boffered my hand to his not so nice brother

Martin shed a toothy grin and then kissed my knuckles, just like Killian bhad /b

I tried not to wrestle my arm free from his hold as he continued to pepper it with bkisses/b,

When he began traveling up towards my arm, I said in a loud and clear voice,

“I dont think the etiquettes require you to kiss my elbow.”

/Martin looked up at me as bif /bbI /bhad just kicked him in the foot and I definitely heard Killian suppress a chuckle.

A few people had begun tough, but Martin looked behind angrily and they all shut up.

and stare at me.

Martin straightened his back and let go of my hand finally,

ck of my dress to relieve me of the ick to an extent.

I pretended to adjust my hair but what I did was wipe it on the back of my

Martin turned around with bhis /bhands raised up and eximed.

“All hail the blessed bone/b!”

The crowd repeated.

“All hail the blessed one!”

The chants continued for a while as bI /bbsaw /bthem ball /brepeat whatever gibberish Martin continued to spout.

w bfaces /bresemble Killian, though not entirely

If he was trying to impress me, he had failed, My gare roamed through the crowd and I saw a lew

They were ball /bba /bmixed bag, though most of them were strikingly handsome and beautiful, irrespective of the gender.

Talso noticed a group of girls look at me snugly.

“The Princesses of Elorin,” Kilian answered, as if in response to my umasked question.

One of them was particrly staring me down, as if she hated that I was breathing the same air as her,

“And that is the youngest princess of Elorin, Marlyn”

Maelyn was wearing a very simple dress, a brown gown, but she looked radiant even with a simple piece of clothing

Maelyn stepped forward and looked at Martin,

“How do I believe byou /bor Killian that she is the blessed one? Where is her mark?”

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