Page 23 of Realms of Shadow and Sun (A World of Sun and Shadow #3)

Renya hunched over the small vanity, her eyes squinted in concentration. The quill trembled in her inexperienced grip as she attempted to form letters on the cream parchment. A large ink blot spread across the page, obscuring her careful efforts. She sighed, dipping the quill once more, determined to master this new skill and record her thoughts.

Margot had gifted her a leather-bound journal, its pristine pages both inviting and intimidating. In the long, solitary evenings that stretched before her, writing had become Renya's sole companion. Though Margot visited when she could, her duties in the castle often kept her away, leaving Renya to grapple with her isolation.

As she posed the quill over a fresh page, Renya's mind wandered to the conveniences of her former life. The smooth glide of a ballpoint pen seemed a distant luxury now. She made a mental note to ask Grayden if he had found any in the bag he'd recovered from the snowbank.

Grayden. The ache in her chest intensified as she realized they had been apart for over five weeks now. It was almost as long as the time they had spent together before Cressida whisked her away to the Shadow Realm. Her fingers instinctively reached for her ring, now tucked safely into her nightgown on the aragonite necklace.

Renya? Renya?

Grayden's voice echoed in her mind, more vivid than ever before. It was as if he stood right beside her, his presence almost tangible in its intensity.

Grayden? I can hear you!

I'm on my way. I'll be there soon. Get ready.

The quill clattered to the floor as Renya bolted to the window. She pressed her face against the cool glass, eyes straining against the unyielding darkness beyond. Though she could discern nothing in the oppressive gloom of the realm, her heart thundered in her chest, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins.

Renya's gaze darted around the room, suddenly uncertain of what, if anything, she wanted to take from this place of her captivity. She grabbed the pillowcase from her bed, hastily stuffing the notebook and quill inside. The journal held her deepest thoughts and fears; it couldn't be left behind to fall into the wrong hands.

She retrieved her dagger from its hiding place beneath the mattress. After a moment's hesitation, she found a blue ribbon and bound the weapon tightly to her calf, the cold metal a comforting presence against her skin. Beyond these meager possessions, there was nothing in this room she wished to carry forward into her freedom.

Renya rushed back to the window, her breath fogging the glass as she peered into the impenetrable night. The shadows seemed to shift and dance, playing tricks on her desperate eyes.

"Renya!"

She whirled around, her heart leaping into her throat. Grayden stood there, one hand gripping her bedpost as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes, those deep pools of green she had dreamed of for weeks, locked onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath.

"Grayden!"

His name escaped her lips in a choked sob as she flung herself into his arms.

He crushed her against his chest, his muscular frame enveloping her completely. "My Little Fawn!"

His voice was rough with emotion, muffled against her hair.

Grayden's embrace was almost painfully tight, but Renya reveled in it. She couldn't see his face, pressed as she was against him, but she felt the dampness of his tears on her scalp. Her own sobs wracked her body, weeks of pent-up emotion pouring out of her. Her legs buckled, and they sank to the floor together, neither willing to loosen their grip.

Grayden cupped her cheek with one calloused hand, his thumb gently wiping away her tears. "Don't cry, my love,"

he murmured, his voice thick. "It's okay. We're okay."

"I know this reunion is long overdue, but sadly, we don't have time for it."

Renya lifted her head from Grayden's chest, her gaze falling on her father's face. Cyrus's blue eyes sparkled with barely contained emotion, a telltale glimmer of moisture at their corners.

"You came back for me,"

she breathed, her eyes darting between the two men. As her gaze shifted, she noticed another figure hovering in the background.

"Phillippe!"

She made to move towards him, but Grayden's arms tightened around her, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Phillippe's lips quirked in a half-smile. "I'll give you a hug later, Renya. Once my brother finally releases you."

"I'll never release her,"

Grayden murmured, burying his face in Renya's hair. She felt his breath, hot against her neck, as he inhaled deeply, as if reacquainting himself with her scent.

"Grayden, you need to let my daughter go,"

Cyrus said gently, his tone tinged with urgency. "We don't have much time, and this rescue needs to go perfectly."

Renya twisted in Grayden's embrace, reluctant to break contact but needing to face her father. "What do you mean?"

Cyrus's expression grew serious. "Do you know where Cressida's chambers are?"

Renya shook her head. "No, we've only met in the throne room and sometimes in her study."

Her father nodded, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Sion told me where they are. They're across the sky bridge, to the right. You're going to have to run for it and act like you're trying to get to her for help. It's the only way to maintain the illusion that you're loyal to her and that your mating bond is broken. Phillippe and Grayden will take out any guards that come to your aid, and I'll deal with Cressida. My magic isn't strong enough to defeat her after breaking the blood promises, but I can hopefully hold her off."

Renya's stomach churned with anxiety. "Won't that be dangerous?"

Her eyes flicked between the three men, worry etching itself across her face.

"It's the only way,"

Cyrus replied, his jaw set with determination. "Let us catch up, and we'll grab you. Then I'll transport us to the edge of the forest. My magic won't allow me to get us all the way back to the Snow Lands, so we'll have to run for it."

"She'll catch us,"

Renya warned, her voice tight with fear. "Her dragon will hunt us down."

"Don't worry about that. I can cloak us until we get to the Spring Lands. They'll give us shelter."

Despite the confidence in Cyrus's voice, Renya couldn't shake the dread that settled in her gut. The plan seemed reckless, fraught with potential disaster. If anything went wrong, Cressida could hurt or kill Grayden now that the blood promise was broken. And once she saw Renya vanish with Cyrus, she would know that the magic binding her to Cressida had long since dissipated.

"Don't worry, Little Fawn. I won't let anything happen to you."

Grayden's lips brushed her hairline in a tender kiss, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the flood of emotions his touch evoked.

"I'm not worried about myself,"

she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's you three I'm concerned about. Cressida really thinks that I'm loyal to her. I don't think she would hurt me at this point."

Grayden's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of pride and concern flickering across his features. "That's...amazing, Renya. We could definitely use that to our advantage."

"We can plan all this out later. Let's get going,"

Phillippe interjected, his hand moving to the hilt of his broadsword.

Renya opened the pillowcase and handed Grayden her journal. He tucked it swiftly into his tunic, the movement betraying a hint of nervousness. "It won't make sense if I'm running with that in my hands,"

she explained.

He pressed another kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if to memorize the feel of her skin. Then he turned to face Cyrus and Phillippe, his posture straightening as he slipped into the role of leader. "Are you ready?"

The men nodded, their faces set with grim determination. Renya took a deep breath, steadying herself for what was to come. She slipped out the door, her bare feet silent on the cold stone floor.

The hall stretched before her, deserted and foreboding. The servants had long since retired, leaving an eerie stillness in their wake. "Let me get past the throne room, and then I'll start screaming,"

Renya whispered, her voice barely audible.

They moved like shadows through the empty corridors, pausing at the slightest sound. Occasionally, they ducked into alcoves or vacant rooms to avoid the night guards on their rounds. The journey to the throne room seemed to stretch on endlessly, each step fraught with the possibility of discovery.

Finally, they reached the throne room. Renya's heart pounded in her chest, the sound deafening in her own ears. "Ready, Renya?"

Cyrus asked, his voice low and tense.

She nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm ready."

With a deep breath, she moved towards the sky bridge, her legs trembling slightly. She took one tentative step onto the bridge before letting out a blood-curdling scream.

"Help! Someone help!"

The sound of running footsteps echoed behind her almost immediately. Three guards appeared on the bridge, their weapons drawn. In a flurry of motion, Phillippe and Grayden engaged them, their blades flashing in the dim light. The guards fell quickly, rendered unconscious by the skilled warriors.

"Help! Mother, help me!"

Renya continued to scream, her voice growing hoarse with the effort. More guards appeared, but they posed little challenge for Grayden and Phillippe. The two men moved with deadly grace, dispatching their opponents with swift efficiency.

Renya ran down the hall towards where Sion had indicated Cressida's chambers were located. Her feet slapped against the cold stone, the sound echoing off the walls. Her heart raced, not just from the exertion, but from the fear that at any moment, their plan could unravel.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, a figure emerged from the shadows. Cressida stood there, resplendent even in her state of disarray. She wore a black silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to her form. She barely had time to process this sight before Grayden tackled her to the ground.

"Mother!"

Renya cried out, her voice cracking with what she hoped sounded like desperation. She struggled against Grayden's grip, her eyes fixed on Cressida's face. "Please, help me! Don't let them take me!"

Cressida's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes glittering with malicious delight as she watched Grayden's face contort with anguish at Renya's words. "How dare you come to my palace, you foolish idiots,"

she hissed. "She's bound to me. You couldn't take her even if she wanted to go. And she doesn't. Isn't that right, Renya?"

"Mother, please,"

Renya pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She prayed they would be interpreted as tears of fear rather than the complex mix of emotions churning within her. "Help me! Don't let them take me!"

Cressida's sneer widened, clearly relishing Grayden's look of despair. "Oh, did you not realize? She's no longer fated to you. I'd kill you, but I made a promise that prevents me. But that doesn't mean I can't have someone else volunteer. Brandle!"

she called, her voice ringing out with cruel anticipation.

Before the named individual could appear, Cyrus stepped into the corridor. Cressida's eyes widened, her face contorting with shock and fury. "You!"

she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Before she could raise her hands to cast a spell, Cyrus thrust his arms forward. Golden rays of light erupted from his fingertips, weaving into an intricate web that enveloped them all. With a blinding flash and a sensation of being wrenched through space, they vanished from the Shadow Realm.

The transition was jarring, leaving Renya disoriented and breathless. As her vision cleared, she found herself sprawled on damp grass, the earthy scent of the forest filling her nostrils. In the distance, she could have sworn she heard Cressida's enraged screams echoing across the realm.

Renya pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes quickly searching for her companions. Phillippe and Grayden were already getting to their feet, their postures tense as they scanned the area for potential threats. Only Cyrus remained standing, his face drawn with exhaustion from the magical exertion.

Before Renya could fully regain her bearings, strong arms encircled her, lifting her off the ground. Grayden cradled her against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath her ear.

"Put me down, Grayden,"

she protested weakly, squirming in his grasp. "I can walk."

Instead of complying, Grayden captured her lips in a searing kiss. Any remaining thoughts of propriety fled Renya's mind as she melted into his embrace. The kiss was desperate, filled with weeks of longing and fear. She felt weightless in his arms, all her worries momentarily forgotten as she lost herself in the familiar taste of his lips.

Renya's fingers found their way into Grayden's hair, longer and wilder than she remembered. As her hands explored, she encountered the roughness of a full beard, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. A small part of her mind, not completely lost to the passion of the moment, wondered how that beard would feel against other parts of her body.

"Okay, that's enough."

Phillippe's amused voice cut through their bubble of reunion. The sound of a sword being driven into the earth punctuated his words. "We have to get moving, you two."

Grayden reluctantly set Renya down, but his hand immediately sought hers, their fingers intertwining. She squeezed gently, relishing the small gesture of affection.

"We need to move quickly and quietly,"

Cyrus said, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "I can use a cloaking spell, but I can't mask our voices or the environment around us. That means we watch every branch, every bush. We can't make any noise."

He extended his fingers, and a golden web of light enveloped them all. The world around them took on a hazy, dreamlike quality, as though viewed through a light mist.

"Which way?"

Grayden asked, turning to Phillippe.

Phillippe's eyes scanned the horizon, taking in their surroundings. Behind them loomed the dark, forbidding forest of the Shadow Realm. Ahead, the darkness gradually gave way to a soft glow that illuminated another forest. "Northwest,"

he declared, pulling his sword from the ground with a soft squelch.

As Phillippe took the lead, Renya leaned close to Grayden. "How does he do that?"

she whispered, marveling at Phillippe's confident navigation.

"Shhh,"

Cyrus cautioned gently.

I'm not sure, Little Fawn, Grayden's voice resonated in her mind. I know he spent time with a master navigator at camp.

Renya felt a surge of joy at the renewed connection, that empty space in her heart once again filled with Grayden's presence. A wave of giddy happiness washed over her, the reality of their reunion still sinking in.

I'm happy too, Renya, Grayden's mental voice was warm with affection. I can't wait to be alone with you. Just you wait.

A deep blush crept up Renya's neck and across her cheeks. She was grateful for the dim light that hopefully concealed her reaction. Her body thrummed with desire, longing to be truly alone with Grayden. For now, she had to content herself with the small circles he drew on her palm with his thumb, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

A deafening roar shattered the silence, causing Grayden to instinctively pull Renya against him, shielding her with his body. Phillippe unsheathed his sword in one fluid motion, while Cyrus raised his hands, golden energy crackling at his fingertips.

Through the canopy of trees, Renya caught glimpses of Brutus' scaled body, his massive form weaving between the clouds. Atop his back, a familiar silhouette stood out against the night sky—Cressida.

The group stood frozen, hardly daring to breathe as Brutus dove in and out of the tree line. Cressida's gaze swept the forest floor, searching for any sign of their passage. Renya's heart pounded so forcefully she feared its rhythm might betray their location if Cressida flew too close.

Brutus ascended, his wings carrying him higher as he circled in ever-widening arcs. As the dragon neared their position, Renya trembled, her body betraying her fear despite her best efforts to remain still. Grayden's arm tightened around her, and he pressed a reassuring kiss to her hand.

You're alright, my love. Your father's magic will protect us.

Through their bond, Renya sensed a flicker of shame from Grayden. She knew it pained him to rely on Cyrus for protection, his pride as a warrior and protector bruised by the necessity.

After what felt like an eternity, Brutus and Cressida veered east, their forms growing smaller as they headed towards the Sun Realm.

"She thinks that's the first place we'll go,"

Cyrus whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's the closest and where my power is the strongest."

"Plus it's abandoned,"

Renya added.

"Actually..."

Phillippe began, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Renya looked between her companions, sudden realization dawning. "It appears there's a lot I need to be caught up on."

The journey through the forest seemed endless, each step a battle against exhaustion. Renya's legs ached, unused to such prolonged exertion after her confinement in Cressida's castle and the Twilight Kingdom. She longed for the hiking trails of California or even the familiar streets of Seattle, where she'd walked everywhere. The delicate satin slippers from the Shadow Realm offered little protection against the forest floor, leaving her feet sore and blistered.

"Are you doing okay, Renya?"

Cyrus asked, falling back to walk beside her and Grayden. His eyes, so like her own, were filled with paternal concern.

"My feet hurt a little, but I'm fine,"

she admitted, trying to keep the fatigue from her voice. Before she could protest, Grayden swept her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

"Just for a few minutes,"

she conceded, too weary to argue. As she relaxed into Grayden's embrace, she caught her father watching their interaction, a mix of emotions playing across his face.

"Renya, you don't need to be embarrassed for being in love,"

Cyrus said gently. "You're fate-bound, there's no shame in that at all. I happen to think highly of your mate, anyway."

Heat crept into Renya's cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just...I don't know how to feel. I hardly know you, but you're my father, and I feel like I should remember more of you...since you were the first man in my life. But...Grayden has protected me since I came into this world, and I—"

"You don't have to explain,"

Cyrus interjected, holding back a low-hanging branch for Grayden to pass. "I'm glad you have someone to protect you now. I looked over you the best I could in the human realm. But I'm getting older. The human realm aged me significantly, and I won't always be around. When the time comes for me to join the Fates, I'll gladly go, knowing there is someone here who loves you so completely."

Renya felt tears prick at her eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden sense of belonging. After feeling alone for so long, she now had a father, Grayden's family, and her aunt. The thought of her aunt sparked a question.

"Did you find Aunt Agatha?"

she asked, wiping her eyes on Grayden's shoulder.

"No, but Sion and I are going to go through the portal as soon as you're delivered safely to the Snow Lands,"

Cyrus replied, his tone resolute.

"Where is Sion?"

Renya inquired.

"He's taking Selenia home,"

Grayden explained, his chin resting atop Renya's head. "I didn't want her anywhere near Cressida."

"That was wise,"

Renya agreed, a shudder running through her at the thought of Selenia in Cressida's clutches. "I don't want her around Cressida either."

Grayden's arms tightened around her, and she felt his heart rate quicken. "Did she hurt you, my love?"

The question was laden with dread and barely suppressed anger.

"No,"

Renya assured him, her hand coming to rest over his heart. "She was rough on me in the beginning, but I think she actually might care for me a bit."

"I felt—at times, you were happy, Renya,"

Grayden admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I was scared that you would want to stay there."

"Oh Grayden,"

Renya breathed, cupping his face in her hands. "I was miserable! The only friend I had was Margot, the lady who attended me. Well, and Beauty."

As soon as the name left her lips, a pang of sadness pierced her heart. Beauty. She'd left Beauty behind.

"Who's Beauty?"

Grayden asked, instantly attuned to her emotional turmoil.

"She's...amazing,"

Renya explained, her voice soft with fondness. "Cressida now has four dragons. But the youngest, Beauty...she bonded with me. She was—is—my friend. I know that sounds weird, but—"

"Not at all,"

Grayden interrupted gently. "I'm glad she provided you with comfort."

He ducked his head to avoid a low-hanging branch, his movements careful not to jostle Renya.

Feeling the strain in Grayden's arms, Renya squirmed slightly. "I can walk, you don't need to carry me the rest of the way."

"Actually, we're here,"

Phillippe announced from the front of the group.

Renya looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the scene before them. A gorgeous meadow stretched out ahead, filled with flowers of every hue imaginable, their petals swaying gently in the breeze. As she stepped out of the shadows of her mother's land and into the lush landscape of spring, she felt as if she were entering another world entirely.

Beyond the meadow lay a shimmering lake, its surface dotted with swans in shades of soft pink. Cherry blossoms drifted on the air, their delicate petals carried by a wind that smelled of jasmine and honey.

"It's beautiful,"

Renya murmured, awe evident in her voice. She knelt, running her fingers through the lush grass. A ladybug, its shell a soft pink instead of the familiar red, alighted on her arm. She watched in wonder as it spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the vibrant landscape.

"I think the Spring Land Acropolis is just on the other side of the meadow,"

Phillippe said, removing his gloves and tucking them into his pocket.

"Have you been here before?"

Renya asked, turning to Grayden.

He nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "I have. I met with Samatra and her husband, Thesand, last year. They are kind rulers, good to their people and cooperative neighbors."

A flutter of iridescent butterflies passed by, their wings catching the light like living jewels. Renya marveled at the stark contrast between this realm of new life and the oppressive gloom of the Shadow Realm.

As they made their way across the meadow, Renya's hand found Grayden's, their fingers intertwining. Despite the beauty surrounding them, she felt a flutter of nervousness at the prospect of meeting another set of rulers. Her experiences with King Triston of the Tidal Kingdom and Queen Kalora of the Twilight Kingdom had been positive, but each new encounter brought its own challenges.

"You'll be magnificent, Renya,"

Grayden's voice resonated in her mind, a wave of reassurance flowing through their bond.

Renya smiled up at him, grateful for his unwavering support. After everything they'd been through, the separation and the constant threat of death, she found herself wanting to share every thought, every feeling with him.

As they neared the lake—which Renya now realized was more the size of a small sea—she paused, mesmerized by the school of rainbow-colored fish circling beneath the surface and the graceful swans gliding across the water. She stood there for a moment, drinking in the idyllic scene, before Grayden gently tugged her hand to rejoin the group.

As they walked, Renya noticed a change in Grayden's demeanor. A frown creased his brow, and through their bond, she sensed a flicker of sadness. An image flashed across her mind: his mother's ring, slipping onto her finger in the warmth of the hot springs. Understanding dawned, and she pulled her hand from his grasp.

"It's okay, Grayden,"

she said softly, reaching for the necklace. She unclasped it, sliding the ring free before placing it back on her finger where it belonged.

Grayden's expression remained uncertain, his eyes not quite meeting hers. "Grayden, what is it?"

Renya pressed, concern coloring her voice.

He looked away, struggling to find the words. "Grayden,"

she repeated, more firmly this time.

Finally, he turned to face her, fear evident in the depths of his green eyes. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Grayden took a shaky breath. "When we were apart, I woke up one night and I felt...I felt you."

Confusion wrinkled Renya's brow. "What?"

"You were...satisfied,"

he explained, his gaze fixed on his worn boots.

Realization hit Renya like a thunderbolt, heat flooding her cheeks. "Oh my god!"

she exclaimed, mortification and amusement warring within her.

"It's okay, Renya,"

Grayden rushed to assure her, his words tumbling out in a nervous stream. "If you sought comfort with someone else, I—I understand. I can't imagine what you must have been going through, alone in that castle with...her. I don't blame you at all. But you were not wearing your ring...and it scared me."

Renya's heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the insecurity so at odds with his usual confidence. She stepped closer, rising on her toes to place a tender kiss on his throat. "There was no one else, Grayden,"

she murmured against his skin. "There will never be anyone else. I had a—dream—about us."

She felt her face grow even hotter, the admission hanging between them. "I only think of you, always. The only reason I wasn't wearing my ring was because Cressida took it from me and flung it out into the forest. I found it while I was riding Beauty, and I tucked it away against my heart to keep it safe."

"But...your mating mark is also gone,"

Grayden persisted, a hint of doubt still lingering in his voice. "Renya, what happened?"

A smile tugged at her lips as she held out her arm, rubbing vigorously at the skin. "I was forced to hide it. Cressida tried to make Cyrus break our bond. She thought he was successful, so I had to cover it."

Grayden's relief was palpable, a strangled sob escaping him as he pulled her into a fierce embrace. "Thank the Fates,"

he breathed, peppering her face with kisses. "I was so worried."

"Grayden,"

Renya said, cupping his face in her hands, "you don't ever need to feel insecure. We are bound for life. Nothing will ever change that."

He nodded, pressing a final kiss to her forehead before releasing her. As they hurried to catch up with Phillippe and Cyrus, Renya felt a renewed sense of connection, their bond stronger for having weathered this moment of vulnerability.

Cresting a gentle slope beyond the lake, the Spring Land Acropolis came into view, its magnificence taking Renya's breath away. It was as if she had stepped into a vision of Ancient Greece, reimagined and brought to vibrant life. Before them stood an enormous palace, its ivory columns reaching towards the sky. At its base, nestled between twin columns supporting a burnt orange roof, sprawled an open-air market that assaulted the senses with a riot of colors, scents, and sounds.

The air was heavy with the aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg, cloves and citrus, creating an intoxicating blend that made Renya's head spin. Her eyes darted from stall to stall, trying to take in every detail of this feast for the senses.

A grand marble staircase led up to the acropolis, its handrails interspersed with exquisitely carved stone figures. Renya's eyes widened as she recognized some of the statues—Diana the huntress with her quiver of arrows, Dionysus with his overflowing wine glass. The presence of these Greek deities made her wonder just how intertwined the human and fae worlds truly were.

As they ascended the stairs, the sounds of the marketplace surrounded them. Children's laughter mingled with the animated bartering of shopkeepers and customers, creating a tapestry of noise that spoke of life and vitality.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Renya found herself in the heart of the marketplace. A fruit vendor's stall caught her eye, its wares a mix of familiar and utterly foreign produce. Alongside recognizable apples and pears sat what appeared to be purple and green oranges, and star-shaped fruits in every color imaginable.

Across from the fruit stand, a silk merchant displayed his wares—an array of fabrics so fine and varied that Renya had never seen their like. Gauzy cottons light as air hung beside heavy brocades and sumptuous velvets. Hats adorned with delicate veils and crowns woven with fresh flowers completed the display. Renya couldn't help but think of Selenia, imagining her friend's delight at such a treasure trove.

Though she longed to linger, to sample the exotic fruits and run her fingers over the fine fabrics, Renya hurried to keep pace with Grayden and Phillippe's long strides. Cyrus walked at a more sedate pace, and she fell into step beside him.

"We have a similar market in the Sun Realm,"

he told her, his eyes following a woman carrying a tray laden with sugar-spun pastries.

"Really?"

Renya asked, her gaze drawn to a turquoise, flower-shaped cake that made her mouth water. "Is it really just cloaked?"

Cyrus nodded, a hint of weariness creeping into his voice. "It is. It takes large amounts of my magic to keep it hidden, which is why I'm currently no match against Cressida. Luckily it held when I was trapped in the human realm, but the strain aged me greatly. Between cloaking the Sun Realm and the Snow Lands when we arrive, I'll pretty much be overextended. Even when and if we lower the cloaking, it will take some time to gain back my powers. That's why we desperately need your aunt. Between the two of you, I think you'll be able to take on your mother and her army."

Renya felt her stomach clench, anxiety bubbling up at the thought of the inevitable confrontation with Cressida. The weight of the prophecy settled heavily on her shoulders—she would be her mother's downfall, but at what cost? She had thought sacrificing herself in the Twilight Kingdom would fulfill her role, but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

Cyrus asked, his face lined with concern as he studied her.

Renya forced a smile, not wanting to burden him with her fears. "I'm fine. Just nervous about what's to come."

Her father took her hand in his, patting it gently. "All will be alright,"

he assured her, his voice warm with affection.

The simple gesture brought tears to Renya's eyes. While Grayden was her protector, confidant, best friend, and lover, having a father was something she had never truly realized she was missing. The sudden rush of emotion caught her off guard, and she blinked rapidly to clear her vision.

Grayden glanced back over his shoulder, catching Renya's eye. A small, understanding smile played at his lips, and through their bond, she felt his happiness for her newfound connection with her father.

As they approached another set of columns, even more intricate and impressive than the last, two guards stepped out from their posts. These pillars were a work of art in themselves, the stone carved in spiraling circles with miniature figures of animals—both mythical and real, or perhaps all real in this realm—placed at regular intervals.

The guards were imposing figures in their loose tunics and black leather trousers. Their boots were crafted from supple leather, and instead of swords, each carried a bow with a quiver of arrows slung across their back. Both men sported long, flowing hair—one brown, one blond—adding to their ethereal appearance.

"We are here to see Queen Samatra and King Thesand,"

Grayden announced, his voice carrying the authority of his position. "I'm King Grayden of the Snow Lands."

"So, you gave yourself a promotion, did you?"

Phillippe teased, earning himself an elbow to the ribs and a glare from his brother.

Grayden cleared his throat, addressing the guards once more. "Please let them know we are here."

The guards bowed low in unison before straightening. "We'll take you to the receiving room,"

the blond guard said, his tone respectful.

As they followed the guard deeper into the Acropolis, Renya marveled at the architecture. While the marketplace had been open to the elements, this section—which she assumed housed the royal family's quarters—was more enclosed. However, large windows and terraces allowed ample light to flood the space, creating an airy, open feel.

The receiving room they were led to reminded Renya of an enormous parlor. Chaises were arranged around wooden tables, and flowers adorned every available surface. The floral scent was intense but enchanting, a symphony of fragrances that tickled her nose. Several of the blooms were larger than her head, some standing nearly four feet high.

One arrangement, in particular, caught Renya's eye from across the room. It was a massive bloom, its petals forming a perfect circle with every shade of blue imaginable, like a pantone blue rainbow. She resisted the urge to cross the room for a closer look, reminding herself of the gravity of their situation.

The guard directed them to a low table surrounded by four chairs. "They will be with you shortly,"

he said before turning to rejoin his companion at the entrance.

Renya took in the circular room, her eyes drawn to the soaring ceiling several stories above. Every sound echoed in the vast space, prompting them all to remain silent, not wanting their voices to carry.

Don't worry, everything will be fine, Grayden's reassuring voice sounded in her mind. Renya smiled, drawing comfort from his unwavering support.

"Renya!"

A familiar voice rang out, echoing throughout the chamber. Renya stood, her heart leaping with recognition.

"Esmeralda!"

she exclaimed, surprised and delighted to see her friend. The two women rushed towards each other, embracing warmly.

"I'm so glad to see you again,"

Esmeralda said, her sweet tone filled with genuine affection.

"You too,"

Renya replied, pulling back to look at her friend. "How long have you been here?"

"Three weeks,"

Esmeralda explained. "After you left the Tidal Kingdom, my brother and I finished up some business in our own territory, and then ventured here to discuss aligning our forces with the Spring Lands."

Grayden approached, his hand coming to rest on the small of Renya's back. "Esmeralda, it's so good to see you again."

He took Esmeralda's hand, bowing slightly to place a respectful kiss upon it.

Renya felt a flare of heat rush through her body, an unexpected surge of jealousy tightening her muscles. She tensed, then forced herself to relax as Grayden released Esmeralda's hand.

Esmeralda, ever perceptive, caught Renya's reaction. Rather than taking offense, she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I take it you finally sealed your bond."

Heat crept up Renya's neck and into her cheeks, her embarrassment compounded by Esmeralda's astute observation.

Before Renya could formulate a response, Phillippe strode over, inserting himself into the conversation with his usual charm. "Are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?"

he asked, his gaze fixed on Esmeralda.

Renya watched as color bloomed in Esmeralda's cheeks, mirroring her own flushed state. "Phillippe, this is Princess Esmeralda from the Tidal Kingdom,"

she said, gesturing between them.

Phillippe took Esmeralda's hand, bowing low to place a kiss upon it. His dark eyes remained locked on hers as he straightened. "I've heard much about you, but your beauty was never mentioned. What a travesty."

Renya barely suppressed a snort at the flowery praise, but seeing how Esmeralda preened under the attention, she held her tongue. She didn't know Phillippe well enough to discern if his interest was sincere or if this was his standard behavior around beautiful women.

"Grayden!"

A booming voice echoed across the entrance hall, drawing everyone's attention. King Triston approached, his presence commanding as always. He wore a pewter crown fashioned from intertwined eels and a chartreuse tunic paired with dark boots. While his face remained mostly impassive, a slight grin tugged at his lips as he clasped hands with Grayden. Grayden returned the gesture, clapping Triston on the back, and the two immediately fell into discussion about recent events.

Phillippe glanced between Esmeralda and the two kings, then sighed before joining their conversation about war strategies and alliances.

Renya knew she should participate in the discussion, but the joy of seeing a familiar, friendly face overwhelmed her sense of duty for the moment.

"I see you are wearing your mate's ring,"

Esmeralda observed, nodding towards the snowflake engagement ring on Renya's finger. "I hope that we will be invited to the wedding if you've not already wed."

Renya's hand went to the ring, her fingers brushing over it as a smile spread across her face. "Of course! I wouldn't dream of excluding you and your brother."

Esmeralda gently took Renya's hand, examining the ring more closely. "It's beautiful,"

she said, admiration clear in her voice.

"It's because of you that I still have it,"

Renya said, gratitude coloring her words.

Esmeralda wrinkled her nose. "What do you mean?"

"I was taken hostage by the Shadow Queen—"

"Oh my goodness!"

Esmeralda gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

"And she took my ring and flung it down into a ravine,"

Renya continued. "The aragonite necklace you gave me led me to it."

Esmeralda beamed, clearly pleased that her gift had proved so useful. "I had a feeling you would need it. But Renya, how did you escape from the Shadow Queen?"

Renya launched into her tale, recounting the harrowing events of her captivity and rescue. Esmeralda listened intently, her expressions shifting from shock to concern to relief as the story unfolded.

"Oh my, Renya!"

Esmeralda exclaimed when she finished. "What are you doing here now?"

Before Renya could answer, a hush fell over the receiving room. She turned towards the doorway through which Esmeralda and Triston had entered earlier, and saw two regal figures approaching.

Queen Samatra glided into the room, slightly ahead of her husband. She wore a lilac gown that seemed to float around her, the fabric adorned with delicate floral patterns in deepening shades of purple. The fitted bodice accentuated her slender waist before giving way to a flowing skirt that cascaded to the floor, creating an ethereal effect with each step.

Instead of a traditional crown, Queen Samatra wore a floral headpiece composed of live flowers. The blooms, which Renya thought might be violets, ranged in color from deep purple to soft lavender, forming a graceful circlet atop her head.

Suddenly self-conscious, Renya became acutely aware of her own disheveled state. Her white nightgown was dirty and wrinkled from their journey, her braid had come undone with wisps of hair falling messily around her face, and she knew her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and grime. She discreetly tried to hide her dirty hands behind her back, praying that no one would expect her to shake hands in greeting.

Won't stop me from kissing every inch of you, my mate, Grayden's voice sounded in her mind, warm with affection and desire.

Renya suppressed a smile, Grayden's words bolstering her confidence. She straightened her posture, meeting his eyes across the room and giving him a tiny nod of appreciation.

King Thesand was not at all what Renya had expected. He was dressed in black leather, a sword hanging at his hip, with no crown or other obvious signifiers of his royal status. His black hair was cropped short, and his alert eyes darted around the room, assessing each newcomer with cautious interest. While he allowed his wife to approach the group first, his posture made it clear he was ready to defend her at a moment's notice, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword and a quiver of arrows visible at his back.

"Welcome,"

Queen Samatra said, her melodious voice carrying easily in the large chamber. Her gaze swept over the visitors, taking in each face carefully. She shook hands with Renya, Phillippe, and Cyrus in turn, but when she came to Grayden, she merely inclined her head in a respectful nod.

"I've heard from our guests that you two are fate-bound,"

she said, her eyes moving between Renya and Grayden. "I'll try not to touch him in your presence, Renya. I've instructed my husband to do the same with Renya."

Renya's eyes immediately sought out Esmeralda, noting the crimson blush that spread across her friend's cheeks as she looked down, avoiding eye contact. It was clear that Esmeralda had shared the story of Grayden's possessive behavior in the Tidal Kingdom.

"That's most considerate,"

Grayden said, his tone light as he attempted to dispel the awkwardness. "I do get incredibly possessive when anyone touches my mate."

He let out a hearty laugh, and gradually, everyone in the room joined in, the tension dissipating.

With the ice broken, Queen Samatra invited everyone to gather around a large table deeper in the receiving hall. Grayden wasted no time in claiming the seat next to Renya, while Esmeralda took the chair on her other side. Renya hid a smile as she watched Phillippe make a beeline for the remaining seat beside Esmeralda.

As they settled into their seats, Queen Samatra's gaze swept over the group once more. "What brings you to the Spring Lands? I was surprised to get your letter,"

she said, her tone both welcoming and curious.

Cyrus took the lead, his voice steady as he explained their situation. "We seek shelter and rest on our way back to the Snow Lands. My daughter, Renya, was taken hostage by the Shadow Queen. While she was there, she was able to earn her trust, which could assist us later on."

King Thesand nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "We've been speaking with King Triston about pooling our resources to make a final stand against her. We've agreed."

"That is wonderful news,"

Grayden said, his hand finding Renya's under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. He turned his attention to the other rulers, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "We'd like your input on where and how to take a stand."

Renya hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "I have a suggestion."

All eyes turned towards her, and she swallowed nervously before continuing. "While I was in the Shadow Realm, I learned that Cressida's magic is weakest in opposite power types. Since her magic is dark, it is weaker in areas of light, like the Sun Realm. I think that we should lure her there, using me."

Grayden's grip on her hand tightened, and his voice resonated in her mind, tinged with worry and a hint of anger. I won't allow you to be bait.

Renya met his gaze steadily. You don't have a choice, my love. This is how it has to be.

For a moment, she thought Grayden would protest aloud, but he gave a small shake of his head, reluctantly accepting her decision. Renya released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, relieved that the biggest hurdle to her plan had been overcome.

"You'll only do that if I'm there too,"

Cyrus interjected, his eyes full of affection as he looked at Renya.

She closed her eyes briefly, touched by the wave of emotion that washed over her at her father's protective instinct.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

King Thesand asked, his piercing gaze fixed on Cyrus as he assessed this newcomer.

Cyrus met the king's stare unflinchingly. "I'm the King of the Sun Realm."

The declaration was met with gasps and murmurs of disbelief from around the table.

"That can't be—"

"It's not possible—"

"It must be a trick—"

Grayden rose to his feet, his presence commanding attention as he addressed the group. "I assure you, I've been to the Sun Realm. It's cloaked, but the entire city is active. More importantly, they have an army that is untouched. I've seen it personally."

The room buzzed with side conversations and speculation. Finally, King Triston's voice cut through the chatter. "Grayden, you've never given me a reason to doubt your word. You've been honest with me when the truth seemed unbelievable. If you say this is true, I believe you."

Grayden inclined his head towards Triston, gratitude evident in his expression.

"Thank you, Grayden,"

Cyrus said, his voice carrying the weight of his royal status. "We have much to plan, but I know my daughter and the rest of our party are exhausted from our travels. Would it be possible to continue this conversation tomorrow?"

Renya felt a surge of pride as she watched her father take command of the room. He exuded the same natural leadership she had come to associate with Grayden.

You get your strength and leadership from him, my princess, Grayden's voice sounded in her mind, accompanied by a pulse of admiration and love.

"I would definitely appreciate a soft and welcoming bed,"

Phillippe chimed in, his gaze drifting towards Esmeralda, who blushed deeply once again.

"Phillippe..."

Grayden warned, shooting his brother a stern look.

"What? I'm tired,"

Phillippe protested innocently.

King Thesand ignored their banter, addressing the group as a whole. "We'll have you shown to your rooms right away."

As Renya stood, Grayden's arm snaked around her waist, his need for physical contact evident in the way he held her close. Several attendants materialized as if from thin air, ready to guide them to the guest quarters.

Renya and Grayden fell into step behind one of the attendants, with Phillippe and Cyrus following close behind. Esmeralda and Triston brought up the rear, and Renya surmised they too were staying in the guest wing.

The group made their way down a long, open hallway that allowed the sweet spring breeze to filter through. As they rounded a corner, Renya's eyes widened at the sight before her. A grand stairway led outside to a cluster of miniature cottages, each sporting ornate columns and angled red roofs.

Esmeralda gave Renya a warm embrace before heading towards a cottage on the far left, with Triston entering the neighboring structure.

The attendant gestured towards the cottage on the far right, and Renya followed Grayden as he pushed open the door. She stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in their accommodations.

A large bed dominated the center of the room, its frame crafted from rich cherry wood. Pristine white linens adorned the mattress, inviting and luxurious after their long journey. The walls were adorned with intricate frescoes depicting a variety of flowers, their colors vibrant and lifelike. Scattered throughout the room were several statues of Greek gods, which Renya recognized from a mythology class she had taken in college.

The furnishings were minimal but elegant—a small table with two chairs, a vanity, and a trunk for storage. Renya's gaze drifted towards the bathroom, curiosity piquing her interest, but before she could investigate further, Grayden's hand was on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

Without warning, his lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss. His hands found her waist, and he backed her against the nearest wall, the heat of his body pressing into hers.

"Grayden, honey—"

she began, but her words were cut short as he swiftly pulled the thin nightgown over her head. Before she could protest, his tongue traced a hot path between her breasts, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat.

"I can't wait, Renya,"

he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "I—I don't think I can be gentle."

The raw need in his voice sent shivers down her spine.

"I don't care,"

she gasped, her fingers tangling in his unkempt hair, guiding his mouth back to hers. "Be with me. I just want to feel you."

She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

As her hands roamed his newly bared chest, her fingers encountered the rough patch of scar tissue. She pulled away from his kiss, her eyes falling to the thick, raised scar that marred his flesh.

"I'm fine,"

he assured her, trying to recapture her lips. Instead, Renya sank to her knees, pressing gentle kisses along the length of his scar. Sorrow welled up inside her as she traced the permanent reminder of how close she had come to losing him.

Grayden moaned, his hands cupping her face and drawing her back to her feet. The evidence of his desire pressed insistently against her, and she marveled at the effect she had on him.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he hooked his fingers into her undergarments, sliding them down her legs. Renya clutched at his shoulders, stepping out of the discarded fabric as Grayden's lips blazed a trail of fire along her shoulder, neck, and collarbone.

Her fingers fumbled with the laces of his trousers, urgency making her movements clumsy. As the fabric pooled around his ankles, he didn't bother to kick them off completely before hitching her leg around his hip.

Renya bit her lip, a whimper escaping her as she felt him, hot and hard against her core. The weeks of separation melted away, replaced by an all-consuming need to be joined with him once more.

Grayden lifted her other leg, wrapping it around his waist as he supported her weight effortlessly. For a moment, he paused, his gaze locking with hers. The depth of emotion in his green eyes made Renya's breath catch in her throat.

"I swear to you, Renya,"

he said, his voice low and intense. "I will never, ever allow us to be parted again. Even in death. I pledge my soul to you. Fates be damned."

A shiver ran through her at the weight of his words, spoken like a solemn vow against any force that might try to tear them apart. She cradled his face in her hands, drawing him in for another kiss, her body thrumming with need.

"Promise me,"

he demanded, holding back despite the tension evident in every line of his body.

Renya shifted her hips, seeking the connection they both craved. "No, Little Fawn,"

he insisted. "Not until you promise me. No more sacrifices. From here on out, we do everything together."

"I promise,"

she whispered, the words barely out of her mouth before Grayden surged forward, sheathing himself inside her in one smooth motion.

They both gasped at the sensation, the feeling of completeness overwhelming after their long separation. "Renya..."

Grayden groaned, his face a mask of concentration. "I can't go slow right now."

"I don't want you to go slow,"

she pleaded. "I need you."

He obliged, setting a rapid pace that had Renya clinging to him, muffling her cries against his shoulder. It took only moments for her to reach her peak, her body singing with pleasure as she shuddered in his arms.

Grayden followed soon after, his release accompanied by a strangled cry that echoed through the room. For several heartbeats, he held her there against the wall, both of them trembling and breathless.

Finally, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed, his trousers still tangled around his ankles. He laid her gently on the soft mattress before stepping out of the remainder of his clothing.

"Now that we got that first one out of the way,"

he said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he joined her on the bed, "I can take my time with you."