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Prince Norivun Deema Melustral Achul, first son of the king, Bringer of Darkness, Death Master of the continent, son of Prinavee Territory, and crown prince and heir to the Winter Court’s throne,
This royal, this fairy was the reason for all of our heartache. I hated him with a vengeance that was so potent I could barely breathe.
Prince Norivun’s attention fixated entirely on my face. His gaze roamed over my features as his eyes swam with confusion, awe, and something . . . primal.
A look of complete satisfaction covered his face. So much so that my words caught in my throat. In the same breath, a wave of his magic washed over me, and his illusion cracked and broke all around me. My hair cascaded around my shoulders in soft waves, curling lightly and returning to its true pitch-black color. I gasped at the sudden change just as Nuwin’s breath sucked in. “She’s like Mother?” the youngest prince asked in shock.
“The magic to save our continent, Ilara Seary,” the prince replied. “You have the ability to create orem, which means that you can save us all.”
pulled free of the prince’s arm and rolled up my sleeve to see a single petal glowing on my skin before it disappeared. The prince rolled up his own sleeve. A shattering heart shone before it vanished. I frowned. “That was an interesting mark.” His brow furrowed as he quickly rolled his sleeve back down. “The gods have a wicked sense of humor.”
“My brother didn’t tell you what this ball is for?” “No, what’s it for?” “It’s being held in honor of him reaching a hundred winters. The time has come to select his betrothed.”
“You know what she is to me, yet you still play your games?” he said it so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him. What I was to him? I cocked my head, wondering what he meant by that comment.
