Hades
After a long day buried in royal duties, I finally stepped into my study, the door shutting behind with a heavy thud that echoed in the silence. The dim light of the desk lamp cast a warm glow over the piles of paperwork still awaiting my attention. Trade agreents, defense proposals, diplomatic correspondences—all ticulously stacked but untouched. They demanded my focus, my decisions, my signature. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my mind wasn't on the intricate web of politics or the kingdom's affairs.
It was on her. Ellen.
I dropped into my chair with a weary sigh, leaning back as my eyes wandered to the stack of letters marked urgent and the thick financial reports I had barely skimd this morning. Normally, I'd have been consud by the intricacies of balancing the kingdom's budget or negotiating trade routes. But today, even the most pressing matters couldn't hold my attention.
Instead, all I could think about was the way she had looked at breakfast this morning—radiant and self-assured, a far cry from the vulnerable woman I was accomtomd with. The coral lipstick, the faint blush when Kael had spoken to her, the way her laughter had filled the room—it was maddening. She'd barely looked at , and when she had, it was with cool detachnt, as though I were nothing more than a figurehead in her life.
I clenched my fists, the leather of the armrests groaning under the pressure. Cerberus stirred restlessly beneath my skin, his frustration mirroring my own. She was punishing . I should have laughed, because it was funny.
My gaze drifted to the window, where the night stretched endlessly, the moon a sliver in the dark sky. What was she doing now? Still in the library, surrounded by those damn books that seed to offer her more comfort than I ever could? Or perhaps she was with Jules again, sharing those quiet smiles and hushed conversations that were beginning to feel like shards of glass between my ribs.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. This wasn't envy. It couldn't be. I was the king. I had no reason to feel threatened by my second-in-command or a damn library. But the mory of her leaning toward Jules, her laughter soft and genuine, refused to leave .
I leaned forward, picking up the topmost docunt on the stack in a futile attempt to distract myself. It was a treaty proposal from the Northern regions, outlining terms for an contract. But as I scanned the neatly typed words, they blurred together, aningless and hollow. The image of Ellen's guarded smile, her defiance, her damn independence—it consud .
Cerberus growled low in my chest, a primal sound of frustration and agitation.
With a growl, I shoved the papers aside, sending a few fluttering to the floor. My patience was razor-thin, and my thoughts were a tangled web of anger and confusion. I couldn't let this spiral continue. I needed answers. Or at the very least, I needed to see her—to confirm she was where she said she'd be.
Crossing the room, I activated the screen on the wall, a panel that controlled the CCTV feeds across the Tower vicinity. The gym should have been empty by now, save for Ellen.
With a few taps, the caras flickered to life, showing empty hallways, and finally, the gym. My jaw tightened as I cycled through the feeds.
Nothing. No sign of her.
The pristine training space was exactly as it should have been: dumbbells neatly racked, machines untouched, and not a single soul in sight. My fists curled at my sides, the leather of my gloves creaking as Cerberus growled louder in my chest, his frustration feeding my own.
She lied.
The realization settled heavily, like a lead weight in my stomach. Ellen had lied to . It shouldn't have mattered. I had a pack to rule, an endless stream of problems to address, and yet... the betrayal felt personal, sharp enough to cut.
I checked the caras in our shared bedroom but of course it was empty.
I lit a cigarette after that I could take a breath and began to pace the room, my mind racing. Where was she, then? And with who? My thoughts circled back to her kidnapping, an anvil easy forming in my gut. I shook away the suspion. It was impossible. I had doubled security and changed every key card. She was safe..
"Why does it matter?" I muttered under my breath, though the words felt hollow. It mattered because she mattered. Because, despite the walls she had built around herself, I had grown accustod to breaking through them, to seeing the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. And now, she was shutting out.
Cerberus clawed at my control, a deep growl vibrating through . I couldn't sit idle, not with the possibility that she was sowhere—anywhere—with soone else. My hand hovered over the screen again, ready to search the other caras, but I stopped myself. What was I doing? Was this jealousy? Or paranoia?
My breath ca hard and fast as I fought to center myself. I wasn't the type to be consud by irrationality. But the i6dea of her out there, laughing and smiling with soone who wasn't , felt like a slap to the face. Not like she did much laughing with , yet...
"Dammit, Red," I hissed, slamming my fist against the desk, the impact reverberating through the room.
Wherever she was, whatever she was doing, she wasn't here. And that fact alone was enough to drive mad. Then suddenly, it popped into my head. She wanted to learn to fight, but I had disallowed it. Was she defiant enough to go behind my back? To do exactly what she knew would provoke ? Of course she was. That stubborn fire was as much a part of her as the defiant tilt of her chin or the quiet strength in her eyes.
Cerberus growled again, his restlessness feeding mine. I tapped on the screen, switching the feed to the training ring just beyond the gym. It was rarely used, but if she were there, it would explain her absence.
The screen flickered, and then the video ca to life. My breath caught as my suspicions were confird. Ellen was there—but she was not alone.
Far from it.
She stood in the center of the ring, her crimson hair pulled into a ssy braid, her fra small but fierce as she squared off against a sparring partner. The man was shirtless, his body taut with muscle as he circled her like a predator. He moved with fluidity, faintly mocking her stance, but she held her ground, her hands raised in defiance.
Kael.
My jaw tightened, a low snarl escaping as I watched my second-in-command grin at her, his expression infuriatingly casual. He lunged, and Ellen dodged with surprising agility, her movents hesitant but determined. She was learning—and she was learning from him.
I leaned closer to the screen, my eyes narrowing as I took in every detail. The way Kael stepped back after every move, speaking to her, coaching her. The way she smiled—and laughed even hit him playfully on the shoulder.. It wasn't the polite, guarded smile she gave . It was sothing softer, sothing uncomfortably intimate.
Damn him. Damn her.
My fists slamd against the desk, the sound sharp in the silent room. Cerberus roared within , his anger a mirror of my own. I had told her no. I had forbidden this. Not because I doubted her capability, but because I couldn't stomach the thought of her getting hurt—or worse. And yet, here she was, defying , and she hadn't even had the decency to tell .
I should have stord down there. Should have torn Kael away from her and reminded him who he answered to. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.
Ellen dodged again, this ti attempting a counterstrike. She was slow—too slow—and Kael caught her wrist with ease, spinning her around and pinning her arm behind her back. She let out a frustrated huff, wriggling in his grasp.
I leaned closer to the screen, my breath caught in my chest as Kael dipped his head, his lips moving close to her ear. Whatever he said made her relax slightly, her frustration lting into sothing... softer. She turned her head just enough for to see her face—flushed, eyes wide with a spark of determination. Her lips parted as she responded, and Kael chuckled low, his grip on her arm loosening.
And then, to my utter disbelief, he placed his hands on her waist, shifting her position. His touch lingered, steadying her, guiding her as he spoke again. Ellen nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration, completely at ease with him, as though this kind of closeness was natural.
Too natural.
Cerberus roared within , his fury bubbling dangerously close to the surface. My nails bit into the desk as my control began to fray.
Kael shifted behind her, his hands moving up her arms, adjusting her stance. From where I stood, the scene was maddeningly intimate, as though they were sharing a private mont only they could understand. Ellen bit her lip, nodding again as Kael's voice dropped lower, instructing her. Her laugh—light and genuine—echoed in the room as she stepped forward, mimicking his movents.
It was just sparring. Just training. I knew that. Rationally, I knew that.
But the way he hovered so close to her, the ease with which she allowed it, the laughter I hadn't heard from her in weeks... It was too much.
Cerberus clawed at my control, his growl rumbling deep in my chest. My vision blurred at the edges, my breath coming faster, harder.
Kael moved again, catching her off guard. She stumbled back, and he caught her, his hands on her shoulders, steadying her with infuriating care. Ellen tilted her head up, eting his gaze, her lips quirking into a sheepish smile.
It was nothing. A small, innocent exchange. But to , it was the final straw.
"Enough," I snarled, slamming my fist against the screen. The monitor flickered, but I didn't care.
My chair screeched as I pushed away from the desk, my rage too volatile to contain. My steps were heavy as I stord toward the door, Cerberus growling his agreent.
I wasn't sure what I would do when I got there. I only knew one thing: Kael was about to learn the price of overstepping his bounds.
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