Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierelâs future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort.
However, Seraâs real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania - sheâs not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission - one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then...end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot.
Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Deathâs unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion sheâs never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit - it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.
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A Shadow in the Ember
âThere is no other choice. Not for you. Not now. Even if you managed to escape punishment for what happened here, I staked my claim on you in front of others. That will spread, eventually reaching the attention of the gods and other Primals. They will become curious about you. They may even believe you hold some sort of sway over me. They will use you, and whatever ways you have paid these past three years will pale in comparison to what they will do.â
âMy father loved my mother more than anything in these realms. More than he should have. And still, he could not keep her safe. That is why I have these conditions. These rules as you like to call them. Itâs not about me attempting to exert authority over you or control you. Itâs about trying to do what my father failed at. Itâs about making sure you do not meet the same fate as my mother.â
âWhat I sensed, what I tasted in the back of my throat, was the bitterness of fear. The tanginess of anguish and hopelessness. And the saltiness of determination and resolve. That was what I felt when I saw you. A girl who was barely a woman, forced to fulfil a promise she never agreed to. I knew you did not want to be there.â
âThere are many ways you can be taken out. Thousands. And Iâm well acquainted with all of them. Your options are endless. Some painless. Some quick. This way wonât be either.â
âI think itâs all the wicked, indecent bones in my body guiding my thoughtfulness.â
âI know you should rest. I know I shouldâŚlet you be, but IâŚIf itâs okay with you, I would just like to be here with you. Thatâs all. Just be here.â
âMy interest in you is a very real, very potent need. Itâs almost as if itâs become its own thing. A tangible entity. I find myself thinking about it at the most inconvenient moments. I find myself recalling the taste of you on my fingers a little too frequently.â
âItâs not your palm I want wrapped around my cock right now. Itâs you I want. Tight and wet and warm. And if you keep touching me like that, thatâs whatâs going to happen. Iâm going to get inside you, and it wonât be my fingers youâll be fucking. I think you know that.â
âBecause now here we are. Youâre in the Shadowlands. And soon, you will be known as the Consort. My enemies will become yours.â
âOne day, that mouth of yours is going to get you in the kind of trouble you wonât be able to talk your way out of.â
âI think youâre a lot of talk. You seem to have no real interest in anything beyond touching me, no matter what you claim you do with your hand andââ
âTo do what? Explain yourself? It is unnecessary. I know all that I need to. You were willing to do anything to save your people. I can respect that. I can alsoâŚrespect how far you were willing to go to fulfill this duty of yours. But for what purpose? Love has never been on the table.â
âBut you spoke with no fear. You acted fearlessly. Each time I saw you. You interested me, and I hadnât expected that. I didnât want that. But at that lake, you were just Seraphena. And I was just Ash. There was no deal. No perceived obligations. You stayed simply because you wanted to. I stayed only because I wanted to. You let me touch you because that was what you wanted, not because you felt as if you had to. Maybe I shouldâve told you, but I wasâŚenjoying myself with you. I wasnât ready for that to end.â
âYouâre not unworthy. Youâre not a curse or anything like that. You carry the ember of life in you. You carry hope within you. You carry the possibility of a future. You donât know what the Primal of Death thinks.â
âSo, keep that in mind the next time you doubt the realness of my interest. Because I wonât have you up against a wall. I will have you on your back, under me, and neither of us will remember our fucking names. Are we clear, liessa?â
âHeâs a monster. Heâs always been a monster. OurâŚour father knew that. Everyone knows that. He is, as you said, of little significance.â
âI do have the authority. Over you. Over everyone here and every mortal in and outside of this realm, but that is not why I have these conditions. They are in place to help keep you safe.â
âThere were, and things went both good and bad. Itâs never easy making that choice. Life is important, liessa, but what comes after is an eternity. I know many believe that things are black and white. That if you do this or that, you will be rewarded with paradise or punished. Itâs never simple. There are people who do terrible things, but that doesnât always mean theyâre terrible people.â
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