Veins of Sapphire, Hearts of Steel: Destiny of Terraqua Trilogy, #1

By A.K. Neane

In a world divided by power and magic, two princesses—one arranged alliance—are bound by fate and a love that could change everything.

Step into the enchanting realm of Terraqua, where Princess Orla, a stoic and fierce warrior, collides with Princess Aurelia, a confident and compassionate visionary. They find themselves thrust into an arranged marriage that holds the fate of their kingdoms in the balance. As they grapple with their conflicting desires and the weight of duty, they must navigate treacherous political landscapes and looming threats of war.

Amidst the backdrop of a realm teeming with magic and enchanting characters, the two princesses embark on a captivating journey of love, magic, personal discovery, and the resilience needed to win a war deeper than the one at their borders.    

While their alliance unfolds, magical forces intertwine, shaping destinies and forging unexpected bonds. They uncover hidden truths about themselves and the world around them, confronting powerful forces that seek to tear them apart.    

Join Princess Aurelia and Princess Orla on a dark and epic adventure filled with intrigue, romance, and the timeless struggle for freedom in a world on the brink of change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Staten House
• Release date: Mar 7, 2025
• ISBN: 9798896860747

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Veins of Sapphire,

Hearts of Steel

The Destiny of Terraqua Trilogy

By A.K. Neane

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Veins of Sapphire, Hearts of Steel

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First edition: March, 2025

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Table of contents-

Prologue - Aurelia

Chapter 1 - Orla

Chapter 2 - Aurelia

Chapter 3 - Orla

Chapter 4 - Aurelia

Chapter 5 - Orla

Chapter 6 - Aurelia

Chapter 7 - Orla

Chapter 8 - Aurelia

Chapter 9 - Orla

Chapter 10 - Aurelia

Chapter 11 - Orla

Chapter 12 - Aurelia

Chapter 13 - Orla

Chapter 14 - Aurelia

Chapter 15 - Orla

Chapter 16 - Aurelia

Chapter 17 - Orla

Chapter 18 - Aurelia

Chapter 19 - Orla

Chapter 20 - Aurelia

Chapter 21 - Orla

Chapter 22 - Aurelia

Chapter 23 - Orla

Chapter 24 - Aurelia

Chapter 25 - Orla

Chapter 26 - Aurelia

Chapter 27 - Orla

Chapter 28 - Aurelia

Chapter 29 - Orla

Chapter 30 - Aurelia

Chapter 31 - Orla

Chapter 32 - Aurelia

Chapter 33 - Orla

Chapter 34 - Aurelia

Chapter 35 - Orla

Chapter 36 - Aurelia

Chapter 37 - Orla

Chapter 38 - Aurelia

Epilogue - Orla

Prologue - Aurelia

The screams echoed, piercing the air, originating from the raven-haired woman restrained by shimmering gold chains on the marble floor before me. Despite her sturdy armor, the chains around her wrists and ankles appeared to tighten, as if fueled by magic, causing her contorted body to convulse in agony.

 I remained motionless, silent, as though I were merely a spectral observer. Yet her pain seeped into my being, a silent scream building within me, with the pressure in my chest threatening to suffocate me.

Then, I beheld the full horror of the scene: a twisted obsidian throne sat atop the dais, and the figure that occupied it.  He appeared human, yet his glowing ruby eyes and cracked, golden-glitter skin bespoke a sinister presence. His pallor was a sharp contrast with his sweat-drenched, dirt-brown hair.

The throbbing orb he held emanated power, drawing life and magic from its surroundings. With each scream of agony from the woman, I felt her suffering intensify within me. She was dying, this resilient woman, and I was powerless to intervene. Waves of grief and sorrow washed over me, bitter on my tongue, the taste of metal lingering.

As she screamed once more, her life slipping away, the man laughed, his voice laced with cruelty. "You thought you could defeat me… alone ?" His taunt met only wit h another agonized cry from the woman, her strength waning with each passing moment.

My eyes burned, yet no tears fell. I screamed, yet no sound escaped my lips.   I felt only her pain, her regret, her profound isolation. She had fought this battle alone, unaware of my presence, unaware that I yearned to aid her. I struggled to speak, to move, but my body remained inert, a mere vessel.

Jolting awake, I sat up, breathing heavily and my body drenched in sweat. My night shirt felt damp as it clung to my skin and my legs tangled up in my bedding. It had been a dream. The reminder, though, didn’t squelch my fear or ease my mind because my dreams held the potential to manifest into reality. When did this occur? Was it occurring now, as it had during my mother’s death?  I didn’t know if this was a glimpse of the past or the future.

The salt filled breeze wafting through my open window offered a grounding comfort, dissipating the lingering ache in my chest. I wiped the tears from my face, my cheeks stinging at the touch, my throat sore, as breathing rasped, my heart still racing. I wiped the wetness from my mouth and I looked down at the red streak that now marred my hand.

Rising from my bed,  I felt the cool stone floor beneath my bare feet, the moonlight bathing my childhood room in hues of blue and silver. I walked towards the basin on my oak vanity , I washed my hands and face. Closing my eyes, I sought to calm myself, to banish the haunting images and emotions I so vividly witnessed.   Leaning my weight against the sturdy structure, my mind wandered.

Thoughts of my impending marriage to a noble of Orlandia, urged by my father, flooded my mind. I would do whatever was necessary to end this war, for if this dream held any truth, the realm faced a greater peril than we had imagined.

Draping myself in my silk robe, I approached the window, gazing out over the rocky terrain and crashing waves toward the distant, mountainous volcano. The silver moon illuminated the landscape, casting an ethereal glow.   A full moon, my mother had taught me, heightened our powers, and urged vigilance in our dreams.  Even now, her words resonated, her presence felt keenly, especially on nights like this, when my foresight dreams came to haunt me.

Turning away from the window, I walked over to my desk and waved a hand, powering the light with my magic.   The lamp glowed an amber hue over the golden-edged papers that had been laid out there for days. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, savoring the cool, sea-scented air,  and let it out with a sigh. Despite being the Princess of a vast kingdom, the ability to make up my mind seemed to elude me.

Turning my attention from the dossiers spread before me—the candidates selected by my father for my arranged marriage—I acknowledged that, at least, I had some choice, more than most, I suppose. However, the truth was, I didn’t want to marry.

I believed myself more than capable of running this kingdom independently. My father agreed to my capability, but he insisted that the marriage was a means to ensure the longevity of the alliance we needed to forge.

I narrowed my focus on to one particular dossier, the one I had examined countless times. The name inscribed on it was a mouthful, Or-la Or-lon, Princess of Or-lon-dia. Despite its complexity, her listed attributes left an impression—one full of strength and resilience. I recall reading over and over her dossier, her education, skills, and interests. How could one piece of paper determine the fate of my entire life?

Picking up the rose and sandalwood scented, gold-embossed page yet again, I observed the sparkling flecks of sapphire dust on its front.  Once more, I immersed myself in the details about this woman whom I hadn’t even met yet.

Trained in hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, and archery,  I read aloud. It struck me that more women should be taught how to defend themselves at least, but also should be capable of engaging in battle. Orlondia boasted many great warriors, and its military ranked among the largest in all of the realm of Terraqua. Undoubtedly, being a princess meant Orla had delved into military strategies and undergone training in various forms of combat. While I had also received combat training, I was certain she possessed more extensive knowledge.

"Only living heir to the kingdom of Orlondia, " I continued reading. That made two of us. Did she also feel the weighty pressure of ensuring the prosperity of her kingdom, like what rested on my shoulders?

On paper , she had everything desirable to be well-suited to ruling a kingdom. How was I to marry and rule two kingdoms with someone I didn’t know? I sighed and tossed the page back onto the desk, watching it float across the other papers.

As my gaze shifted from the dossiers, I turned my attention once again out one of my windows, this time to a small part of my vast kingdom of Faedamir . In the distance, I could see some of our many ships that would likely be sent to aid in the war we were now a part of. The conflict  had  little effect on our islands so far, but we had noticed an increase in trade routes being cut off and more of our merchant ships raided. Not to mention the growing number of refugees each day.

The call to aid pleaded for the deployment of our fleet of military ships and a steady supply of our runic magic-imbued weapons. All in exchange for more favorable trade terms and our influence in the decisions of another significant kingdom. According to my father, it was a strategic and beneficial move on both economic and political fronts. However, my insistence on only marrying a woman complicated this typical arrangement.

Glancing back at the desk, I was already certain of one candidate I would not choose—the lone male dossier in the bunch. Just in case, my father remarked when he handed them  to me the day before. Difficult or not, he was keenly aware of my firm stance on the matter. I had explicitly told him I would marry a woman who would never be with me or love me, versus a man who I could never want.

Abruptly, anger surged within me. I moved swiftly, sifting through the dossiers to locate the one titled Reinferd Grathlend, Prince of Negall. I had no intention of choosing him, and I tossed it into the fireplace and set it alight with a small spark of magic. I watched it crackle and burn, the embers pulling me into a trance. A wave of loneliness and the feeling of being misunderstood flooded over me.

Catching the scent of roses and sandalwood drew me back to my desk. I picked up Orla’s dossier again, and with a final deep breath, I made my choice.

Chapter 1 - Orla

This wasn’t my choice, just so you know. I crossed my arms over my chest, the metal of my gauntlet tinging  against the steel of my chest plate. My magic churned in chaos, reflected in the swirl of purple and dark blue in my eyes.  I turned away from the gorgeous woman standing along the patio railing, trying to distance myself from the intensity of the moment.

She appeared calm, placing a hand on the stone railing as the cool autumn breeze swept through the balcony. I stole a glance at her, my resolve faltering as my gaze landed on her long copper curls, deeply sun-kissed skin, and those sea-glass green eyes framed by a kind smile that seemed impossibly genuine.

I do understand that,  came her  lark-like voice —Princess Aurelia Demajanio, heir to the kingdom of Faedamir. Her words drew me back to her, and I realized I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My gaze trailed over her silken sapphire gown, the fabric hugging every graceful curve. She was taller than most women but would still fit just under my chin.  That thought alone sent a flicker of something unfamiliar through me.

I struggled to hold on to my anger at the situation, but the spark of chemistry between us was undeniable. Despite my reservations, I knew—no, feared—that I was already smitten.

For the record, I had very little choice in this matter too, she continued, her voice steady. Princess Aurelia moved gracefully along the balcony’s edge, her fingers brushing over the begonias blooming in abundance. Even as her tone turned serious, her words seemed to enchant me. Princess Orla, I understand this arrangement may feel awkward, but marriages to solidify treaties have been a tradition for centuries across the realm.

I remained silent, my eyes fixed on her hands as she fidgeted with the delicate petals. Her movements seemed both calculated and nervous. My father’s decision in this arrangement is tied to the fact that I’ll be ruling our kingdom very soon. His health has been failing for years, and he knows his time is coming to an end. He wanted to ensure that this alliance would endure after I become  queen. I could hear the sorrow in her voice as she mentioned her father’s health.

Her voice softened, carrying a note of boldness that made it hard for me not to smile.  One thing he understands, however, is that I’m a lesbian. He would have preferred an alliance that also ensured the continuation of our royal line, but he respects my strong views on bearing my own children. Thankfully, he didn’t force me into a marriage with a man. Still, I realize your situation might not be as understanding.  She looked up at me, and I could see her genuine concern, even though she spoke matter-of-factly.

She looked up, her sea-glass eyes meeting mine with genuine concern. Her blunt honesty left me momentarily speechless. I turned toward the garden below, searching for something—anything—to anchor myself. The vibrant greenery was tinged with the warm hues of fall, and the scent of flowers tickled my nose. Slowly, I exhaled, feeling my magic settle as the dark blue in my eyes faded to lavender.

Breathing in deeply the crisp fall air and the scent of the garden. I wanted to reassure her, but I could not seem to find the words. Instead, my mind wandered as I tried to avoid my conflicting emotions. The memory of the day my parents presented the proposal was etched vividly in my mind.

I recalled being summoned to my father’s office, King Oric Orlon. His tone was grave as he began, Orla, we’ve received a response to our request for aid .  My magic stirred uneasily, and my eyes shifted from lavender to sky blue, betraying my concern.

The aid we sought was crucial.  Faedamir possessed the most formidable navy fleet, and their dwarven enchanted weapons were invaluable. The King of Frostspire in the far north was pushing borders more aggressively, turning all trade routes hostile, signaling the looming impact of this  nearly fifteen year long war had on the entire realm of Terraqua.

King Rowan Demajanio of Faedamir had sent my father new terms in response to the proposed arrangement in exchange for their assistance. I stood restlessly, waiting for my father to continue.

Instead, my mother, Queen Helena, spoke tenderly, Darling, King Rowan is requesting a marriage treaty.

Confusion clouded my thoughts. Did he not have a daughter? Maybe King Rowan will consider a Duke, or another allied royal like Prince Reinferd. There was no way they would consider me.

Though not unheard of in our history, it was rare for two princesses to be considered for a marriage treaty. My parents knew I didn’t want to marry at all. They remained unaware, however, that it was more my unwillingness to marry a man that led me to that decision. I waited in silence for them to explain.

My father continued, explaining that King Rowan had requested dossiers to be sent for consideration by his daughter, Princess Aurelia. All to be women candidates save for one male, and only with the highest royal titles in our kingdom. My eyes widened to the brightest sky blue, surprised by this odd request.

I was caught off guard by what my father stated next. You will be considered as a candidate,  my father said, his tone firm. " Offering our sole heir to the throne looks favorable, and despite your reluctance to marry, this arrangement could prove mutually beneficial to our kingdoms. You would gain influence over Faedamir and all its holdings. Including its fleet and forge."

Anger simmered as I considered the implications of this unexpected and forced proposal. My magic churned again and my eyes turned the darkest sapphire. Yet, I knew I couldn’t refuse outright.

 Um, Princess Orla?  Aurelia’s soft voice brought me out of my thoughts and back to her. I blinked, finding her watching me closely and my eyes finished, shifting to my neutral lavender.

Should we sit and have our tea?  I motioned to the lace-covered table, adorned with the delicate porcelain tea set my mother had selected for the occasion. Little silver trays held an assortment of tiny cakes and cookies, their sweetness mingled faintly with the crisp evening air.

A soft fall breeze stirred, unmistakable for Orlondia this time of year, which swept around me as I approached the iron table and chairs. I eased into one of the cold, black chairs, the chill biting through the chain mail under my shirt and the leather of my pants. Despite the lingering warmth of the day’s sun, the metal’s coolness sent a shiver darting up my spine.

Princess Aurelia sat gracefully across from me, her presence both calming and unsettling. I watched her and I let out a deep breath before I began.  I never expected to be part of an arrangement like this. I will honor the agreement because it’s my duty, not because it’s a fate I would have chosen for myself. Though I’m truly surprised that you, out of all your options, chose me. I felt my cheeks heat as I admitted part of the truth.

I looked down at the detailed frosting of the tiny cakes before I met her gaze once more. Princess Aurelia, you came here so we could get to know—

 She interrupted me, with a small, genuine smile, Please call me Aure; nearly everyone does. And I hope you don’t mind if I just call you Orla. Her cheeks glowed a rosy hue as she looked at the ground for a moment, her beautiful green eyes glinting with shyness.

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her openness, before replying, Oh, no, I don’t mind. This is an informal setting, after all.

I reached for one of the tiny cakes, my nerves prompting me to take a larger bite than I intended. As the sweetness melted on my tongue, I realized she was watching me with a grin, barely holding back a laugh. Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed a napkin, covering my mouth as I chewed.

 The silence between us stretched, teetering on awkwardness, until Aure broke it with a question. So, what are your current responsibilities in your kingdom?

 Amazed that she had started with such a relevant question, I pondered a moment. I likely would have begun by asking about her favorite food. She seemed very well put together and intelligent, which admittedly, I admired.

I set the napkin down carefully and responded, Well, honestly, my involvement in the day-to-day running of the kingdom is minimal. My father has me assist with research and paperwork, but I’ve been eager to take on more responsibility. It feels like he’s holding back, as though he plans to rule forever.

My magic stirred, and I felt my eyes shift to a fierce violet as I glanced toward the garden below. I have ideas for my kingdom—plans to strengthen it, especially in how we confront this war against the North.

Aure sipped her tea, her attention unwavering. Her focused gaze unsettled me, making me feel exposed, as if she could see straight through my words. I hesitated, wondering if I had revealed too much. Why did she make me feel safe, like I could tell her anything? I couldn’t fully trust that, though; she might perceive it as a weakness.

Shifting in my chair, I softened my tone, letting my magic settle as my eyes faded back to lavender. I do a lot of research, and I love learning new things. For the last fifteen years, my focus has been on my education and combat training. My studies have largely revolved around the war over the past five years. Have you had many educational opportunities?

Aure smiled as she delicately set her  teacup down on the matching gold-and-blue saucer , folding her hands in her lap. Well, I can tell you’re very well-educated. I’ve been fortunate to have many opportunities myself, and I’m immensely grateful for them. Education is a gift, wouldn’t you agree? It opens doors, broadens horizons. Knowledge, I believe, is invaluable.

I nodded, a small smirk tugging at my lips.  Absolutely. Knowledge is crucial—especially when governing a Kingdom or two.

Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she leaned forward slightly. Yes, I firmly believe that a strong kingdom is an educated one. Knowledge should be accessible and free to anyone willing to pursue it. What are your thoughts on education for your subjects?

I met her gaze and felt a flicker of admiration. I think every subject should have access to free education. People deserve the chance to grow intellectually and physically. It’s a government’s responsibility to provide the means for them to do so.

She nodded eagerly, her voice tinged with frustration as she continued,  "One thing I deeply disagree with is the Kingdom of Frostspire’s stance on education. It baffles me they  have outlawed even basic education for the lower classes as a means of control. Only the wealthy have access to schooling, and they heavily regulate literature, banning any books the King disagrees with. It’s one of the many reasons I’m glad my father allied against them and supported Orlondia’s war effort."

As I watched her grow more impassioned, I felt a sense of resolve. I allowed for a small smile to curve my lips. I’m grateful for my alliances against the North as well. Everyone should have the opportunity to learn and grow. Ignorance only serves to weaken a kingdom.

Her posture softened slightly, and she offered a warm smile. I’m glad we agree on this.

I turned to her, my tone resolute. The Kingdom of Frostspire is backward in many ways. They treat their subjects poorly, keeping them in the dark about everything that matters. The rich live comfortably while the rest are left to suffer. No kingdom should endure what the Northerners do.

Aure’s expression grew somber as she said,  If there’s anything we can do to lessen their suffering, I’d gladly give everything I have. Laws are important for maintaining order, but it’s been proven time and time again that education brings stability, success, and peace among the masses. I can see why you’re so eager to involve yourself in your kingdom’s affairs.

Her voice softened as she added, "I’ve had more opportunities than most in that regard. My father has always relied heavily on me, especially in the last five years, as his health has kept him away from many of his duties.

Her words stirred a pang of sorrow within me as I listened to her share such personal details with me. I couldn’t help but wonder why she was opening up to me in this way, so soon. Unsure of how to respond, I forced a small, hopefully reassuring smile, though it felt awkward and out of place.

Instead of speaking, I let my gaze drift over the sprawling garden, where the vibrant greens of summer had shifted into the warm yellows and reds of autumn. The sight was easier to focus on than the vulnerability Aure had just shared.

After a lingering pause, I glanced back at her, and our eyes met. Her seaglass-green gaze held mine, and I found myself momentarily lost in its depth. Her lips twitched, the hint of a smile forming, before she broke the silence. Can I ask you about your eyes? I know your dossier mentioned that you’re magic-born, but...  She hesitated, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I interrupted gently, nodding.  Yes, I’m magic-born. Though, honestly, it feels a bit anticlimactic.  A self-deprecating laugh slipped past my lips. My magic is mostly just my eyes—they change color with my mood. It’s not exactly convenient since it makes my emotions hard to hide, but I’ve learned to keep calm. They usually stay within a range of purple to blue.

Aure’s expression softened, and she spoke shyly. Well, they’re very beautiful and unique. I’d love to paint them sometime.

Heat crept into my cheeks, and I felt my magic stir as my eyes shifted to a softer lavender hue. She noticed and smiled, then asked, " Is one of your parents magic-born?"

I shook my head. Oh, no—or at least, not that I know of. They’ve always said there’s some magic-born in our bloodline somewhere, and that’s how I ended up with a bit of magic.

She tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her expression. Do you know which bloodline? I haven’t heard of your gift among the Siren bloodlines, and you’re obviously not dwarven.  Her smile grew faintly teasing, and I could guess she was referring to my height.

Running my fingers through my hair, I answered curtly, I’m not really sure. My mother once mentioned something about Fae in her ancestry.

Aure nodded thoughtfully.  That would make sense. If it’s a Fae gift, it might have some empathic traits. But… that’s your only magic? Her tone carried a note of confusion, and I suddenly worried she might have expected more from me.

My eyes shifted toward sapphire blue as my tone grew curt. Yes, that is all the magic I possess.  Aure looked shocked at my sudden change in tone.Trying to recover, I forced a smile and softened my voice. What are some of your interests or hobbies, Aure?  I felt the surge of magic as my eyes faded back to purple.

She hesitated briefly; her discomfort evident, but then spoke quietly. Well, I enjoy reading and learning new things. One of my passion projects is to help establish well-equipped libraries across all regions of my kingdom and in those of our allies.

Intrigued, I leaned forward slightly. " That sounds wonderful. I know a few people here in Orlondia who could help with that. I’m sure they’d value your insight and be eager to assist if you wanted to expand your project here."

Aure’s face lit up, excitement filling her voice. Oh, thank you! That would be amazing.  She paused briefly, her tone growing more tentative. Would you consider joining me at an opening or book-reading event sometime?

I felt my cheeks warm, my magic stirring softly as I smiled. I think I’d enjoy that.

Her blush deepened slightly as she added, They’re usually pretty fun events. I think you’ll like them.

Tipping my teacup, I studied the tiny leaves clinging to the bottom before noticing Aure had finished her tea as well. She seemed restless, standing and stretching her arms casually before asking, So, do you have any projects right now, political or otherwise?

Setting aside my cup, I stood and walked alongside her, our strides naturally falling in sync. I do,  I replied, my tone thoughtful. I’ve been advocating for a more inclusive role for women in governing our kingdom. While a few women hold high-ranking positions, there’s still too much misogyny and sexism ingrained in the system. I’m working to expand opportunities and dismantle those barriers.

I wanted that to be entirely true, but despite my efforts, I often hesitated in moments when I longed to be bolder—especially around my father, King Oric. Yet Aure had a way of effortlessly drawing out my innermost thoughts and desires, a talent that left me both unnerved and intrigued.

I see,  Aure said, her tone thoughtful, a faint frown tugging at her lips. It’s disappointing to hear that’s still such a prevalent issue here. I believe everyone should be given the opportunity to lead and contribute, regardless of gender or background. It’s not just about breaking barriers for women but about creating a system where no one is excluded from decision-making based on who they are.

Her words reignited a wave of deep-seated frustration within me. Yes, most men I’ve known are insufferably arrogant, convinced they’re always right, and expecting women to follow their orders without question.

Aure’s tone turned sharp as she replied, That arrogance is a symptom of imbalance. In my view, every rank and position in a kingdom should reflect the diversity of its people. Leadership and representation should include everyone—women, men, and those beyond the binary—so that no perspective is left unheard.

I nodded, her conviction resonating with me. I like the sound of that. I only wish it were something my father would consider implementing.

I smiled, grateful for the chance to have an honest, meaningful dialogue. Aure’s presence felt like a refreshing change—a glimpse of the world as it could be, rather than as it was.

We descended the balcony steps into the garden below, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet accompanying the fading light of day. I watched as Aure paused by a marigold, her touch delicate as she brushed the vibrant blossom with her fingertips. She glanced back at me, her eyes thoughtful, before we continued down the path together.

It’s inspiring to see someone with your perspective and influence advocating for change, she said, her voice carrying easily in the tranquil evening air.

I responded with quiet humility, Thank you, Aure. I believe that by challenging the status quo, we can create a more just and equitable society. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to sway my father as much as I’d hoped. Our marriage treaty is proof of that.

She turned to me, her expression pensive but sincere. Orla, I value your honesty and your commitment to progress. Even though this isn’t the way either of us envisioned, I truly believe we could accomplish great things together.

For a moment, her words kindled a spark of excitement in me, and I met her gaze with a flicker of hope. But just as quickly, reluctance surfaced. My jaw tightened, and with a surge of anger I felt my eyes shifting to a deep cobalt blue. I may be going along with this, Aure, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. Let’s not pretend this is going to be some kind of fairy tale.

The smile that had lit her face moments before faded, the warmth between us dimming as the air grew charged with tension.  I’m not pretending it is, she replied, her tone sharp, each word cutting like the frigid wind.

The sun dipped lower, casting a warm amber glow over the garden, but it did little to ease the sudden chill between us.

I turned away, struggling to regain my composure as the conflicting emotions within me churned. Behind me, Aure hesitated, her bashful tone breaking the silence. She glanced at the horizon, where the sun was now barely a sliver. Um, before we turn in for the night, I have something for you.

Surprise mingled with a growing warmth in my chest as I turned back to her. You didn’t need to get me anything,  I replied softly.

Without another word, we walked back into the palace parlor, stepping through the arched doors that led from the balcony. Inside, her personal guard stood by her luggage—an impressive collection of trunks and boxes waiting to be moved to her guest quarters. I glanced at the array, silently marveling at the sheer volume of items she had brought with her.

From the pile, Aure pulled a long wooden box, its length nearly matching her height. Her smile brightened, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she held it out to me. Here, Orla, open it,  she urged, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Taking the hinged box carefully, I opened it slowly. As the lid lifted, the light caught the object within, gleaming brilliantly. I gasped softly, staring in awe at the most exquisitely detailed broadsword I had ever seen. Its intricate decorations shimmered with artistry and craftsmanship beyond anything I could have imagined.

I forged it myself,  Aure said eagerly, her voice tinged with pride. Well, with help from my dwarven teacher. I do a lot of art and crafting, but you seemed like the kind of woman who’d appreciate a sword over some jeweled trinket.

I stood mesmerized, my fingers brushing the flawless surface of the blade. Overwhelmed by the emotions swirling inside me, my eyes shifted between shades of purple and blue. It’s… beautiful, I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I hesitated before adding,  But I’ve never wielded a two-handed sword before.

For a moment, surprise flashed across her face, but it quickly melted into a warm smile. She turned to her royal guard, placing a hand on the woman’s arm. Cambria here is my personal guard and usually trains me in combat. She’s excellent with broadswords. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind showing you a few techniques in a training session or two. Would you, Cam?

Cambria bowed deeply, her tone firm and respectful. It would be my honor, Your Highness.

I hesitated, unsure but trying not to let it show. Okay… will you be there too, Aure?  I offered her a small, polite smile.

Beaming, she turned to me.  "Of course! It’s a date. Would Pyros  morning at dawn work for you? It’s in just a few days and is my usual weekly day for combat training."

I nodded, though my stomach tightened into a nervous knot. Straightening my posture, I said, Yes, that works. I suppose I should send for someone to take you and your things to your guest quarters. My fingers brushed the sword one last time before I closed the box and set it gently on the table.

Aure’s gaze softened as she replied, That would be very helpful. It’s been a long day, and I’m starting to feel the weight of it.

I called for servants, who arrived promptly to begin moving her trunks and boxes. A small parade of attendants filed out of the room, winding through the foyer and up the grand staircase toward the east wing. For a moment, we stood in silence, watching them go. Realizing my manners, I turned to her. " Would you like me to show you to your rooms?"

She hesitated before responding, her voice tentative. If it’s not too much trouble, thank you.

Falling into step behind the last servant, I waited for Aure and Cambria to follow. We walked together, just behind the procession. I noticed Aure’s gaze sweeping over the vast columns in the foyer and the art that adorned the walls— tapestries and paintings depicting vibrant animals, prairies, and serene ponds. Her fingers trailed along the thick oak banister, just behind mine, as we ascended the grand staircase.

We entered the west wing, the wooden-floored halls lined with relics and rich décor. The high ceilings amplified the glow of the lamps, their amber light casting elongated shadows that flickered across the closed doors as we passed.

At last, we reached a set of double doors at the end of the hall. Pushing them open revealed a spacious parlor-style room with a table and chairs, several sofas, and a chaise arranged on one side. Shelves lined another wall, holding books, while a small wooden desk trimmed in gold stood nearby. Beyond the parlor, another set of double doors opened into the bedroom, dominated by a large plush bed piled high with pillows and furs. The servants carefully arranged her trunks and boxes by the wardrobe before filing out.

I watched as Aure turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. Her wide-eyed wonder brought a smile to my lips, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.  Do you like it?

She stopped and met my gaze, her expression warm. Orla, it’s wonderful. I think I’ll be very comfortable here. Thank you.

Feeling a bit awkward, I replied, You’re welcome. I hope you have a good night. See you soon.  I gave a slight bow and turned to leave. As I passed Cambria, her eyes swept over me, her expression unreadable. I hurried past her, feeling my cheeks warm.

Good night, Orla. See you soon,  Aure called from the bedroom, waving at me.

I didn’t turn back, my steps quickening down the hall. My hands trembled as I reached my own room. Letting out a sigh, I stepped inside the familiar comfort of my sanctuary. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it, my emotions swirling. Finally, I allowed myself to relax, preparing to turn in for the night.

Chapter 2 - Aurelia

I curled into the soft furs covering me in the oversized bed, basking in the amber glow of the crackling fire as its flickering light danced around the room. The sound of the strong wind outside lulled me toward sleep, yet I lay there alone, wide awake, a sense of anticipation crawling across my skin in a small shiver. My eyes drifted close, and I took a deep breath.

I heard the door creak open, a draft of cool air brushed against my face. I turned over to behold the sight of the beautiful raven-haired woman, tall and muscular, smiling at me with a gaze full of desire. Her seductive gaze grew as I heard the soft click of the door closing. As She advanced toward me, I looked her body up and down, the creamy expanse of her skin illuminated by the firelight was simply breathtaking. She wore nothing, her full body exposed in the sepia hue and her curves caressed by the shadows.

My breath quickened, and my heart raced as Orla’s gaze met mine, magnetic and intense. Her hand reached out, fingers grazing my cheek, and I leaned into her touch instinctively. My eyes fluttered shut as a soft breath escaped my lips, the warmth of her skin igniting a fire within me.

How can you possibly be so cold under all those furs, Meles Tari? she teased, her voice low and laced with amusement.

I grinned in return, playful despite the heat pooling in my core. And how are you not freezing, standing there naked like that?

With a chuckle, I pulled back the covers and scooted over, making room for her beneath the furs. She climbed onto the bed, her body brushing against mine as I replaced the silken layers over us both.

Her hand gripped my hip gently but firmly, pulling me close. I nuzzled under her chin, her fingers drawing slow, teasing paths up my spine. I kissed the side of her neck as she let out a soft breath. Her scent—rose and sandalwood—filled my senses, intoxicating me. Smirking, I bit my lower lip softly as I felt her hand slide down to the crease of my ass. She grabbed it with possessive tenderness. Her hand then pulled my top leg over hers and threaded hers between my thighs.

Our eyes met, her gaze now a swirling magenta. My body responded instinctively, a soft moan escaping my lips as she cupped my soft, lush breast in her hand and dipped her head towards it, licking me from my collarbone towards the peak of my firming nipple. I shuddered as her lips enclosed around the swell and drew my nipple into her mouth between her teeth, drawing a quick breath in response.

Her lips curled into a smile as her tongue twirled  around my eager nipple. Liquid heat filled my center, and a rush of desire ran up my spine as I arched into her touch, moaning. I gripped the sheets beneath me as she slowly moved, not only her mouth sucking me in but also her leg between mine, her hand now firmly holding the crest of my ass.

Orla tangled her other hand in my hair on the back of my head and with her body, she pushed me onto my back. Her lips claimed mine in an all-consuming kiss, our tongues exploring the depths of one another. Her hand held my head gently as her other trailed up my side in soft, teasing touches. The warmth spreading from her hands to every part of me she touched sent a surge of desire curling in my stomach.

My hands settled on her strong hips as she slowly churned them, pointedly moving not only herself against my upper thigh but the leg that she still had solid between mine. Her groan mixing between our kisses sparked my breath to hitch as I felt the wet from her slicking my thigh.

My breathing was heavy. I broke our kiss to quench my need for air, biting my lower lip again. Her smirk grew as she reached between us and found the hot sticky depth between my legs, her middle finger finding its mark, the focal point of my pleasure, a pulsating nub of sensation yearning for her embrace.

I couldn’t contain the low murmurs of desire escaping my lips as her touch continued to stir the flames of want and need. She moved more fiercely against me, my need to return the pleasure filled me as my hand slipped from her hip to my thigh as I teased it between us, garnering a groan from her.

I felt her pressing harder, and she dipped, enclosing her mouth around mine in a passionate kiss. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each touch a symphony of sensation that was building toward a crescendo of shared ecstasy.

 Breathlessly, I looked deeply into her eyes, into the swirling magenta color, as I moaned louder, feeling close to the edge.

Please don’t stop, the plea was a whisper against her mouth. Her forehead pressed against mine, her smile an inch from me, and her movements were response enough for me. She slipped her hand lower, pressing into me. My mouth parted as I felt another moan escape me, my breath heady.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter until I could take no more. My back arched into her touch as I lost all sense of rhythm.

Please, I begged, my voice only a husky whisper, and she captured my mouth again in a fervent kiss, her movements driving me closer to the brink.

I awoke with a start, breathless and hot, aching in my whole body, desire deep inside, and everything starved for the touch that I so vividly dreamt. The remnants of it clung to me like a heavy fog, clouding my mind as I sat up in bed, unable to catch my breath.

Gripping the blanket beneath me, I attempted to regain control of my racing heart and swirling thoughts. The room felt unfamiliar, shadows cast by the firelight twisting into shapes that seemed to mock my unease. I wiped the dampness from my face, my chest heaving as I tried to steady my breathing.

It hadn’t been that long since I last had a foresight dream, those haunting visions that both terrified and intrigued me. Some of my people, the Siren, view them as a curse, a burden that weighs heavily on those who possess the magical gift. Others see them as a blessing, a glimpse into the mysteries of the future that only a few are privileged to witness. At this moment, I aligned more with the former, feeling the weight of my abilities pressing down on me like an oppressive force.

I loosened my grip on the bedding as my breathing gradually returned to normal. I couldn’t shake the lingering desire for her, Orla, that still burned deep inside me. Despite the uncertainty and trepidation that flooded my mind, her presence lingered like a ghost in the recesses of my thoughts, a constant reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound us together.

The events of the dream replayed in my mind, each detail etched into my memory with painful clarity. The intimacy and intensity of it left me feeling raw and exposed, my emotions swirling in a tumultuous sea of longing and confusion. Would we ever find that type of bliss in each other, or was it just a fleeting illusion that taunted me with its unattainable promise?

No matter the amount of hope or joy I felt, my visions have never ended well or happily before. This dream, though, didn’t seem like any I have ever had. That beautiful and intoxicating person in my dream appeared and smelled like Orla. But it was a very different version of her. That dream version was nothing like the woman I had only met a few days before.

Her anger and resentment towards our forced union was palpable, lurking beneath the surface of her composed facade of duty and civility, like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. It was evident that she is devoted to her kingdom and is honorable. Despite her outward defiance, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that spoke volumes, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance that tugged at my heartstrings.

 However, after our first conversation, she had been aloof and found excuses not to entertain me or even merely have a conversation. I should have expected as much with my father’s demands of King Oric. I hated that the need for such an arrangement was even still necessary, but our history had been full of various marriage contracts for allyship, which was the custom for thousands of years. Most had become positive stories in our history.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the night chill invaded me. I shivered as a draft swept through the room, the cold seeping into my bones like an unwelcome intruder. I was not accustomed to the harsh climate of this foreign land, its icy grip a constant reminder of my status as an outsider in this unfamiliar kingdom.

A spark of magic pulsed through me, drawing my attention to the glowing marks down my left arm—the signet rune of my bond with Azuraitha, my Sea Dragon. The dream must have triggered the signet rune, which only activated when I truly needed her or sought her presence.

I opened my conscious space to a flood of concern and curiosity. " Aure, our bond awoke me. Are you alright? " The melodious voice resonated in my mind, a comfort I had grown accustomed to since bonding with my beloved Azura. Her worry warmed me, yet it also stirred guilt.

I vividly recalled my mother’s teachings about Sea Dragons from my childhood. She described them as the guardians of the Siren and lifelong companions, their bond with us sacred and unbreakable. Her voice was always gentle yet filled with reverence as she shared our people’s traditions with me.

Aure, she once said, her tone both instructive and tender, "every Siren has the opportunity to bond with a Sea Dragon who is ready to find its mate. They serve as our guardians, and we, in turn, ensure the continuation of their bloodlines. This bond is something that is created during an Auqarune rite, forged