She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"Forgive me, you must have mistaken my admiration for the stunning beauty on your arm as affection for you."*:･ﾟ☆
Riven
"Mon Guierre? Are you lecturing again?" A sleepy voice whispers and I turn around to see Irene bundled up in a warm jumper with her hair braided in twin french braids entering from the kitchen.
She looks tired and exhausted, the scar on her face stark and bright against her pale skin but she is distinctly human for once.
"Oh," She pauses, suddenly taking in the full room as a hand drifts protectively to her stomach. "We have guests."
"Family pizza night, my love." Silva answers as he stands to greet his mate, wrapping her in a gentle hug as we all turn away to give them a moment of privacy.
Well, almost all of us. I catch both Andreas and Dowling staring at the murmuring couple.
Andreas is worried about the baby, Fenriz answers for me. He's regretting his actions during the battle, for putting the both of them at risk.
And Dowling, Helios I really want to know what's going on with that bitch.
The shadow hums, Dowling wants to be a part of that, there's some kind of second connection to Silva, a second Eusebia bond - probably a mate one - Dowling's magic seems to be connected to it.
But not Dowling? I question in confusion, feeling quite defensive of my new family.
Yes and no. That type of bond can adapt and change with time and it seems Dowling and Silva have spent the last two decades getting closer. It was inevitable that Dowling and even Harvey would have left a magical trace on him. They've been by each other's sides for so long.
But Dowling's magic has connected to Silva? I watch from the corner of my eye as Silva leads Irene to his previous seat nestling her between Sky and Andreas as he takes the seat next to me.
It goes both ways, the two would have had to get closer together for this to happen. Fenriz warns.
Fucking Silva, what the hell is he doing?
Speaking of, Sky and Silva are doting on Irene, piling food on her plate and asking if she's okay.
I roll my eyes and share an amused glance with Andreas before quickly turning away to look down at my mate who appears to be slowly drifting off to sleep. Not that I blame her, it's been a long day.
Grabbing a whole plate of pizza I turn back to the situation at hand, grinning as Andreas bats away Silva's hands from his own plate.
"Here." I declare, effectively silencing the warring males who all turn to look at me as I hand Irene the pizza.
