In the heart of the kingdom, where the whispering winds carried tales of old, laid the royal garden, a sanctuary of tranquillity and beauty.
Its lush greenery and vibrant blooms, thanks to Leila's care, provided solace to those who sought respite from the world's tumultuous affairs. It was there, amidst the fragrant flower beds and winding pathways, that Jacklyn found her final resting place.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow upon the garden, Jacklyn, adorned in her finest attire, laid peacefully upon a bed of delicate petals, her presence evoking memories of laughter and joy.
The kingdom had gathered to bid farewell to one of its own, their hearts heavy with sorrow yet filled with gratitude for the time they had shared. As the mournful melodies of the royal musicians echoed through the air, each note was a lament for the loss of a cherished soul.
At the heart of the garden, stood a majestic marble monument, surrounded by blooming flowers. It was here that Jacklyn would find her eternal rest, among the tranquil beauty.
Once upon a time, deep within the heart of a lush, enchanting forest, Jacklyn came into the world. She was cradled not by walls, but by the towering trees and the gentle whispers of the wind. She shared her childhood with Naza, a spirited companion who became her closest friend.
Growing up amidst the rustling leaves and the melodious chirping of birds, Jacklyn learned the secrets of the forest with Naza and Shanika. Together, they danced under the moonlit sky, chased butterflies through sun-dappled glades, and shared dreams of adventures beyond the tree line.
However, fate had different plans for Jacklyn. She met Anna, a vampire of the royal family, who was her mate. Despite their disparate upbringings, love knew no boundaries, and Jacklyn and Anna forged a bond that transcended their backgrounds.
In the halls of the palace, Jacklyn traded the scent of pine for the fragrance of roses, and the soft earth beneath her feet for polished marble floors. Yet, amidst the grandeur, her heart remained tethered to the forest where her roots lay.
As years passed, Jacklyn and Anna's love only deepened, intertwining their lives in a tapestry of joy and sorrow. They pledged their devotion to each other, vowing to stand together through life's trials and tribulations.
In the solemn halls of the palace, it was an unspoken truth that those of royal blood were laid to rest in the hallowed grounds of the palace.
Yet, Jacklyn, with her unwavering love, made a solemn request. She wished not to be separated from Anna even in death. She longed to lie beside her beloved, if her lover were to ever stop breathing, even though she was aware that Anna was immortal.
Her wish, though unconventional, was granted, a testament to the enduring love that bound Jacklyn and Anna together. Though death claimed her first, her spirit soared free.
With reverence and solemnity, the procession approached the monument, the air thick with the scent of roses and lilies. The royal guards, clad in their ceremonial attire, lowered Jacklyn's adorned casket into the earth, a gesture of respect for a life well-lived.
As the final prayers were offered and tears were shed, the kingdom bowed their heads in silent tribute to their departed friend. Jacklyn's spirit found peace among the flowers and the trees, forever a part of the kingdom she had called home.
There was a pervasive emptiness that seemed to engulf everything. The air felt heavy with grief, and emotions were raw and unfiltered. Disbelief lingered like a thick fog, making it difficult to comprehend the reality of the loss.
Anna was consumed by sadness, her heart weighed down by the absence of her loved one. Every corner of her life seemed to echo with memories of Jacklyn. The pain was palpable, manifesting in tears, quiet sobs, and moments of overwhelming despair.
She seemed to have withdrawn into herself, her once vibrant spirit dimmed by the enormity of their loss. She no longer spoke or ate, her grief manifesting as profound physical and emotional withdrawal.
It was heartbreaking for Dion to witness someone endure such profound sorrow, her anguish a silent scream that reverberated through the hearts of those around them. In the face of such pain, all one can do is offer support, love, and the assurance that they are not alone in their grief.
Anna's persistent refusal to nourish herself during pregnancy posed a grave concern, not only for her own deteriorating health but also for the diminishing chances of her unborn twins' survival.
Ada, along with Leila and Shanika, was constantly checking in on her, consumed with worry. Naza, still grappling with the loss of Jacklyn alongside their shared grief, found it unbearable to witness Anna's suffering.
Yet, above all, their collective anxiety centered on Anna herself and the precious lives she carried within her. Together, they rallied around her, determined to support her through that challenging time and ensure the safety of both Anna and her precious children.
The agony of losing a mate was a weight too heavy to bear. Anna, consumed by grief, found herself drowning in an ocean of sorrow. Even Dion, unbound by the ties of a mate, couldn't shake the haunting thought of losing Leila. The mere idea of such loss sent shivers down her spine, leaving her feeling helpless and distraught.
In the dimly lit chamber, Anna lay motionless upon her bed, buried in the memories of Jacklyn, her beloved mate. The lingering scent of their shared moments hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the life they had once known together.
For days, Anna had not ventured beyond the confines of her room, her world reduced to the four walls that surrounded her. Time seemed to stand still as she grappled with the overwhelming emptiness that now filled her heart.
Dion, along with Leila, Naza, Rosaline, Ada and Shanika, stood by Anna's side, a silent sentinel in the face of their friend's anguish. Though they couldn't fully comprehend the depth of Anna's pain, they remained steadfast in her support, offering a comforting presence in the darkness of their shared sorrow.
Together, they mourned the loss of Jacklyn, each in their own way, bound by the unbreakable bonds of friendship and love.
And as the days turned into nights, Anna's physical form bore the weight of her inner turmoil. Her slender frame grew even thinner, her once lustrous hair losing its radiant hue and becoming dull and lifeless. The spark of vitality that once danced in her eyes faded into a dull, listless crimson, the vibrant green flecks barely discernible amidst the sea of emptiness.
Despite the concerned whispers that echoed through the halls, Anna remained in her solitude, her spirit weighed down by the suffocating grip of sorrow. Each day became a battle against the relentless tide of despair, her strength waning with every passing moment.
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A Beating Heart GXG (G!P)
Fantasy[ BOOK I] Hel felt something different when she heard her voice. Leila wasn't considered very pretty by others, just a little above average. However, to Hel, she had a fascinating scent and her voice sounded angelic. "Leila," Hel whispered softly...
