Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓

Chapter 61: The Future High Lord of the Night Court

∙ Nyx POV ∙

"Nyx, please, try to at least focus for five minutes."
"I am focusing," I grumbled and lifted my gaze to my father.

"You just thought of Madis smiling at you, that is not what I call focusing."

Well, I decided that this depended. I focused on Madis, so technically I did focus on...something.

"It is all a bit much right now," I admitted when I glanced at my father. There was understanding in his eyes and he slowly dipped his chin. "I know, Nyx. I know this is a lot. But also the future will be a lot. I want you to be prepared."

"I will be," I mumbled and glanced at the window. There were small droplets of rain running down the window from having rained earlier.

"You are trapped in your head Nyx," my father said and inhaled a deep breath, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"I have just been thinking a lot lately, you know. There is too much to think about, too many thoughts in my mind. "

"Yes, Nyx the concern is practically etched into your features every minute of the day. You can talk to me." My father's brow arched and he closed the distance between us, placing his hands on my shoulders and giving them a tight squeeze. "I know," I mumbled and let my head hang low.

"What is it that terrifies you so much, Nyx?"

My father let himself glide into the seat next to me, the chair under him not the only thing groaning. I lifted my gaze to him, trying to make out how bad he was feeling today. I had felt another rush of power last night and I knew that my father must have felt his power shrink again.

My father's cheeks were slightly sunken, his skin paler but his eyes still glowing brightly. He assessed my face, smiling and shaking his head slightly.

"You truly look so much like me when I was young. Just," —his hand moving forward, he ruffled through my hair which I kep open once again— "the hair. I now regret never wearing them long."

I chuckled lightly, the gesture had been so familiar — father always used to do that when I was a young boy.

"That's a big mountain."

"You will be fine Nyx."
"I won't!"
"Nyx."
"I will die. And I will be as flat as a pancake. And you and mum will have to peel me off the ground."

My father chuckle next to me and in the next moment, I was pulled to him and he ruffled through my hair. "Nyx. You won't fall."
"What if I will?"
"Stop asking that. You won't."

I wiggled away from my father, glimpsing up at him. I narrowed my eyes, my lips pouting. "How do you know that?"

"Remember your aunt being a seer. She would have told us if you fall." My father grinned, from on ear to the other, proud of his smart answer. I shook my head but had to laugh. I slipped my hand out of his hold and the next moment I stomped my feet into the ground and spread my wings. When I felt weightless, my father's proud laugh was the only thing I could hear.

"Now concentrate. And write."
Groaning, I rolled my eyes. When I lifted my gaze, I was met with my mother's grin and her glowing eyes. She sat across me, a small canvas next to her. She was painting me while I was...doing homework.

My father is the best father in the whole entire world. My mother is the best mother in the whole entire world.

I wrote that down, slowly moving the pencil over the paper to not make any mistakes.