LOGINZade
Her wrist was thin, almost fragile in my grip, yet the tension radiating from her felt like a drawn bowstring. As I led her deeper into the belly of the palace, the corridors grew narrower and the walls glistened with dampness in the torchlight. Something was wrong. This was not the defiant struggling she had shown in the square. Her steps became uncertain and her breathing quickened into short, broken gasps that echoed through the tight stone passage. "Are you bringing her yet?" Noctis's voice thundered impatiently in my mind. "I can smell her. Like spring rain on burned earth. Bring her closer." "Calm down, Noctis," I muttered to myself. We stopped before the massive iron bound gate that led to my dragon's nest. I glanced at the girl. The face that had burned with fury before was now ash gray. Her green eyes were wide, but they were not looking at me. They were fixed on the ceiling and the walls, as if the stone itself were trying to swallow her. "What is wrong with you?" I asked roughly. "Do not tell me you are just now starting to fear me." She did not answer. Her gaze looked distant. I grabbed the heavy iron handle and pulled the gate open. The cavern beyond was enormous, but the entrance led through a narrow arched tunnel. As we stepped inside the heat struck us immediately. The air was thick with sulfur and the ancient scent of a beast. The girl stopped. The hand that had been clenched into a fist now grabbed the sleeve of my coat desperately. "Too... too small," she whispered so quietly I almost did not hear it. "The walls... they are moving." "Do not talk nonsense," I said with a shrug. "This is the largest cavern in the empire." I led her into the inner chamber where Noctis waited. The massive black dragon crouched beside a stream of lava. When he saw us he lifted his gigantic head. His amber eyes glowed in the darkness like two lanterns. Noctis stood and his scales clattered against the stone. Every step shook the cavern. "Let me see," my dragon's mind pulsed with excitement. I saw the girl's knees buckle. Her gasping breaths turned into choking. She grabbed her throat as if invisible hands were strangling her. "Hey." I caught her around the waist before she collapsed. "Look at me. Noctis will not harm you while I am here." But she was not afraid of Noctis. At least it did not seem that way. Her gaze darted wildly across the dark rock walls as if the stone itself were slowly crushing us together. She looked like a bird trapped in a cage beating itself against the bars until it died. Noctis sensed the confusion as well. Dragons do not understand human weakness, but my beast tried to show a kind of empathy in his own way. He lowered his head and released a deep vibrating sound from his throat. Among dragons this was a sign of calm, a mental impulse meant to suppress fear. "Do not fear, little flesh," Noctis sent the thought. But he did not realize that the mental force of a dragon was like a hammer blow to an untrained human mind. The girl screamed. It was short and strangled. Her hand went limp on my coat. "Noctis, enough!" I shouted at the dragon, but it was already too late. Her body became heavy in my arms. Her head fell back and her beautiful white hair spread across her dark clothing like a web. She had fainted. I stood in the middle of the cavern holding the unconscious fragile girl while my enormous dragon blinked at us with confused guilt. "Perfect," I muttered angrily. "I choose the toughest fighter from the streets and what happens? She sees you and faints from fear." I looked down at her motionless face. In this deep sleep the hatred was gone, leaving only vulnerability. The scar on her cheek stood out sharply against her pale skin. For a moment a strange unfamiliar feeling stirred inside me. It was not pity. Dark princes do not feel pity. It was more like irritation mixed with a possessive instinct. She looked like a porcelain doll that had broken in my hands before I even had the chance to play with it. "She is not weak, Zade," Noctis murmured, gently nudging the girl's dangling hand with his nose. "Her soul was screaming. The walls hurt her, not me." "It does not matter what hurt her, Noctis. If this is enough to break her then she will never become a dragon rider's guard. Just another burden." I straightened and lifted her into my arms. She was surprisingly light, almost weightless compared to my armor and weapons. I carried her toward the exit of the cavern. "She will wake up in her room," I said to the dragon. "Next time stay where you are before you kill her along with her mind." As I carried her up the stairs her head rested against my shoulder. Her skin was cold. I could not explain why, but instead of handing her over to the guards I pulled her a little closer. It seemed this girl was going to cause more trouble than she was worth. And the worst part was that I was already waiting for her to open her eyes again and throw that deadly green fire at me. Because this silence, this stillness, did not suit her at all.EiraThe world blurred into a dense, dark mass. I couldn’t tell where my dream ended and reality began. My ears rang as if I had shoved my head into a beehive, and my eyelids felt as heavy as lead.I was dazed. The final, desperate wave of poison and exhaustion crashed over me. The last thing I remembered was Zade lifting me into his arms on the terrace. After that, reality shattered into scattered fragments inside my mind. I felt someone’s hands touching me. Not roughly. Firm, yet careful fingers peeled the tight black combat suit from my body, the fabric already glued to my skin with sweat.I wanted to move. I wanted to fight against the touch. My instincts had always told me to. But my muscles had turned to jelly. A soft, cool linen nightgown was slipped over my body. Then a scent drifted through the haze of half consciousness. Leather, ash, and pine. Zade. Or perhaps it was only his pillows carrying his scent. Either way, the mere illusion of his presence was enough to drive the p
ZadeThe silence that fell after she was pinned to the wall didn't last long. Eira stepped back, lowered the dagger, and a wild, defiant light flashed in her eyes."Don't hold back," she said, and her voice wasn't a request, but a command. "If you spare me, I'll never learn to survive Caspian."I nodded. The morning air was still cold, but my blood was already boiling. I picked up my sword, and she twirled the two shadow steel daggers in her hands. Her movements in the black clothes were ghostly; the fabric absorbed the light, so only her face and hands flashed white in the grayness.Our first clash was sharp and fast. Eira didn't wait for me to make a move. She rushed at me with a speed I hadn't seen from her even before she was poisoned. The blades of the daggers clashed against my sword. Sparks flew as I parried a slash aimed at my neck, then stepped aside from a thrust directed at my stomach."You're faster," I grunted approvingly, trying to keep her at bay with a wide sweeping st
Zade The dawn was still gray and relentless when I stepped out onto the private training terrace. The wind whistling from the mountains was ice-cold, but I did not feel it. The fire inside me, fueled by Noctis and my own restlessness, was enough to keep the chill at bay.I was swinging my customary heavy sword, but my thoughts were not on the arc of the strikes. The memory of the night haunted me. The moment I handed the weapons to her. The silence that followed. I did not know what to expect this morning. Would she come out? Or would she lock herself in her room and let the walls consume her again?Noctis was watching tensely from the depths of my consciousness. "She is coming," the dragon murmured, and I felt his anticipation, which ran through my spine like a shiver.The heavy, iron-bound wing of the terrace door creaked.I turned around. I was prepared for the defiant gaze, the baggy trousers, the thief's rags I had seen her in until now. I was prepared for the resentment.But no
ZadeDeep inside the forge, the heat was almost tangible, and the air was heavy with the smell of coal and the sulfurous aroma of glowing metal. I watched as the royal armorer's hammer struck the anvil with a rhythmic, metallic ring. With every blow, sparks danced in the gloom, but in my mind, it wasn't the metal taking shape; it was Eira's face, exactly as I had last seen her: distorted by pain and humiliation.You want to own me. Her words echoed inside me like a slow poison. Noctis acknowledged my inner turmoil with a low growl at the edge of my consciousness. My dragon didn't understand human complications; he only knew the bond, the wild, ancient desire to protect what was his. But Eira wasn't an object. Not a dragon's hoard to be locked away in a cave."They are ready, my prince," the blacksmith spoke, breaking my thoughts.He slid a dark velvet-lined wooden box across the table toward me. I opened it.Six daggers lay inside, arranged in two rows. They weren't ceremonial weapons
EiraThe following days passed in a strange blend of silence and throbbing pain. The bruise on my face turned from dark purple to toxic green and dull yellow, but I still felt the weight of Zade's punch in my bones. The prince barely left the room. He sat over his maps or compulsively cleaned his sword, but his gaze lingered on me every minute.I was no longer terrified of him; Noctis's comforting purr in the back of my mind suppressed the visceral panic, but the tension hadn't disappeared. It merely transformed into something heavy and unspoken, stretching between us with every bowl of food and every bandage change.That evening, I sat in the armchair by the window, wrapped in a warm blanket. The fire in the hearth danced on the walls, and Zade took a seat opposite me. Not chivalrously, but like a wild beast ready to pounce even while resting: his legs stretched out, whittling a piece of wood with his dagger."You should eat your soup," he spoke softly, not even looking up from his w
EiraThe world throbbed. Every single heartbeat was a hammer blow to the left side of my face. A metallic, salty taste spread in my mouth, the taste of my own blood. The cold stone of the floor pressed against my face, but the heat of the embers radiating from the fireplace only made the throbbing more unbearable.Slowly, trembling, I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred; the room lay in ruins around me. And then I saw him.Zade knelt there a few steps away from me. He was not the man who had cooled my fever over the past few days. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes... those dark blue irises still vibrated with rage, but there was something else in them, too. Something that made my stomach tie into knots.As soon as he moved toward me, my body reacted involuntarily. I pressed my back against the wall and reflexively covered my face with my hands. My breath hitched, and the terror I had tried to bury for so many years pounded in my throat. The dark alleys, the depths of the cellars
Eira The silence in the room was not peaceful. It was suffocating. I listened to the prince's steady deep breathing from the massive bed across the room, and every beat of my heart told me the same thing. Run. Now or never. I waited. It felt like hours before I dared to move. Moonlight st
Eira The darkness was not friendly. It felt as if heavy weights pressed down on my chest while the walls moved closer inch by inch, ready to crush me completely. Then suddenly there was air. Cold, clean air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of mint and pine. My eyelids trembled. The
Eira After the door closed behind Zade I was left alone in the steaming silence. The water was hot, almost burning my skin, but I welcomed the pain. I scrubbed myself with the rough sponge until my skin turned red. I wanted to wash everything off. The dust of the streets. The memory of the th
Eira My wrist throbbed from his grip. He dragged me across the dusty square as if I were livestock being hauled to slaughter, not a human being. I tried to plant my feet. I tried to shove away from him. But the prince was like an immovable wall of stone. With every jerk of his arm I felt the







