(Amaia)
"And I am not a damsel nor do I need a constant bodyguard," I tell him firmly before moving away from all of them and heading towards the dining hall to get so lunch.
While others give space and understand that I don’t want to discuss this subject further, Alnitak doesn’t seem to get the hint. Like a golden retriever, he follows around, minus the tail. I am sure his wolf is wagging it.
I don’t see Rigel anywhere which is a relief because I can’t deal with another fight breaking out involving .
"Did you know him from before?" Alnitak asks as he slips into a chair beside , his plate of food in hand.
I can’t tell him about my eting in the dungeon. The confusion has clouded my brain because I can’t even differentiate what’s real and what’s an illusion anymore.
Now I am debating what I saw in that dungeon and can’t understand if any of it was even real. At least Rigel is no longer bound in those chains and those blood-curdling screams I heard.
They can’t be fake. Right?
"No, I don’t know him." Picking up an apple slice, I begin to eat, and Alnitak sighs.
The rest of the lunch passes in silence.
The rest of my guildmates have their "Offensive and Defensive Magic" session while I have a private session with Alnilam.
Alnitak insists on walking to his brother’s office and I can’t even be mad at him. Like a possessive lover, he is already acting jealous of a potential rival. And Alnitak doesn’t even know I am his mate. It makes wonder how he would act if he knew the truth.
"Go, I am fine." I shake my head at him with a smile and he winks before striding away.
With a deep breath, I knock on Alnilam’s door. This is a mont of truth. If he had placed Rigel as part of so sick test in that dungeon, then he would surely bring that up, and I have failed the test miserably. He will brand as a whore again and warn his brothers against . That little progress I have made with him will be going down the gutter.
"Enter!" His heavy voice seeps into my heart making it thud louder. Pushing open the door I enter and find him seated at his desk, buried in so papers. His scent clings to every air particle in his study and it makes dizzy.
He doesn’t glance at , instead pushes the button to open the bookshelves to his secret room.
"Go inside, I will be right there with you," he says calmly, his face an ever mask of indifference.
I do as he has said and quietly take the seat, glancing around the treasures he has gathered over the years. Quite a collector he is, it offers insight into his personality. He likes gathering things from the old world, especially stationery, maps, books and diaries.
An impressive collection of pens and pencils he has and I just watch them in awe. Even so plastic flashy stackable pencils which are no longer produced. Tiny globes, small animals and stars hang from them.
It’s like watching a child’s innermost desires made into reality.
His scent perates my senses yet again and my body stiffens. Alnilam enters and closes the partition behind us. He takes up his place on the sofa in front of while his eyes find , focused and holding questions.
"You were distracted in the training today. That’s very unlike you. Why?" He asks, dead point. Alnilam doesn’t hold back; he speaks his mind and sotis he is too direct.
"I am sorry I guess I didn’t get proper sleep," I awkwardly answer, hoping he won’t dwell on this topic further.
My heart starts pounding and my hands and feet turn cold at the thought of him ntioning Rigel.
But his mind doesn’t even seem to go in that direction. Maybe he is going to test even more by bringing him closer to . Or it can be a ploy to keep away from his brothers.
"I know yesterday was tough but at least all of you got to open up to the others. Let’s get back to your training." He gestures to to stand up and I obey.
"There are Shungite crystals in the corners." Alnilam points, and I observe the triangle-shaped matte ebony crystals on stands in all the corners. "They will help keep the magic contained. So let’s begin."
I am sure he doesn’t want any other Enforcer or Dread Army knowing about and my unregistered magic.
I nod at him, drawing in a deep breath.
"Remove your necklace," he says quietly but there is a hint of curiosity in his words. My eyes find him and he watches with such keenness.
With a gulp, I reach around my neck and pull off the necklace that has a cylindrical athyst wrapped in silver attached to it. The crystal has the exact colour as his gorgeous eyes. Purple is such a mysterious colour and it has always fascinated .
Slowly and carefully, I remove it, and my appearance instantly changes. With a rhythm, the magic hums in my blood, happy to be set free.
My hair elongates even further, and the black disappears, only to be replaced by silverish-gold. I know my eyes have changed colour too, and my ears have beco pointed.
He watches with a asure of awe, like exerting a subdued fascination. His pupils dilate as they take all of in.
Fae were known for their beauty and charms but never had I thought Alnilam would show interest.
Moving forward I place the necklace on the table beside him. It settles with a small clinking sound on the table.
"I am ready," I announce and that seems to bring him out of his staring. It feels strange to have Alnilam stare at and hold expressions of wonder when all he does is usually sulk.
"Right...! So I was thinking we should begin with elent air. It’s readily available everywhere and it’s the easiest of the elents to master due to its availability and property to yield easily. A tiny push of your energy can cause ripples, and once mastered you can brew storms far beyond anyone’s imagination. So, let’s begin, Amaia."
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