#herneval x reader

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Please I'm begging literally ANYONE to make Frankelda x reader rn I'm so desperate

I haven't found any on here or AO3 or even Wattpad which sucks but anyway pls idc how long it'll take u to make it I just need someone to make it soon or ima crash out

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

How Much I love my Brother

Reader: Female| Older Sister! Reader x Younger brother! Hernevel

Note: yeah I did that, also...part, 1? Dare i say?

Warnings: sad- :(

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"And this. Is my room." Herneval smiled; the doors opened for Frankelda to explore with her heart content.

"Wow!" She cheered- happily floating around- just as she had imagined- just as she had dreamed. An otherworldly prince deserved an otherworldly room- and he got just that. "It's amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he said, "I spend most of my time studying our history- and about stories like yours-" he picked up one of his own open books.

Frankelda stopped; a wall closed off by the elbadorte curtains, tassels wrapped loosely around to bunch them together- "What's this?"

"I was hoping that-" He turned towards her, pulling back the curtain- "Frankelda, wait!"

She had already done it- a portrait- of a woman his age- same species- crown uptop her white feather head, a few red ones and black ones framing her head and face- she was dressed similar to him- fancier suer- same collared shirt, followed by a corset that seemed to turn into a coat- the hankerchief around Herneval's neck, around her's.

"She's beautiful," Frankelda awed, "Who is she?"

Herneval flew up beside her; "She's my sister."

"Sister?!" Frankelda questioned; she had never remembered writing Hereneval a sister before, not that it mattered. "When can I meet her? Does she like writing as well?"

Her excitement died as she watched him flutter down to the ground, "I...haven't seen her in a long time."

A saddened pain came from his voice, Frankleda joining him on the floor, "Did you guys fight? Is that why you haven't seen her?"

"No, she'd win the argument anyway," He chuckled. "She's...gone."

"Oh. I'm." Hereneval pulled back the curtains, allowing her painting to come out of the dark. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"She would have loved you, Frankelda; you two are very similar with your fiery spirit," Herneval spoke with a small smile- memories are hard, even for terrors.

He walked away, arms open: "All this was hers. This room, this bed, this work." His journey ended on the balcony.

"I couldn't bring myself to lock it away; she involved me in everything."

Frankelda joined him- on the cabriole chair, she sat, looking at him look over his kingdom; "She was wise, too wise I've heard others say, say that's what got her in trouble....caused her to...leave. Others say she left because our parents.... because of...me."

"So, you don't know where she is,"

"I don't know if she's alive or dead," he complained, turning back to her, "all I know is she's gone....she...left one way or another..."

He fell down next to her on the cabriole, her hand landing on his shoulder in comfort- and then a hug- she understood losing a loved one- feeling stuck without them.

She pulled away with a smile, "Tell me about her."

"I wouldn't even know where to start there's so much!"

"Let's write her, so you will never forget." Frankelda suggested, "So everyone will know what a great sister she was- how smart and caring- and how much she loved her brother."

Herneval looked at her. "You'd do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Frankleda spoke. "Tell me everything. All of it."

He was under certain- this was his sister- and of course he loved Frankelda, and her writing- but knowing what Frankelda loved to write- he wouldn't want to step on her artistic time- "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Frankelda answered.

"Where do I even start?" Herneval questioned; this was his sister- someone who had always been there. Where did he even remember her the first time?

"From the beginning."

Herneval nodded before standing up; where? Where was the beginning? He rubbed the back of his neck. Where?

"Well, probably when I was young, the youngest I can remember, before I met you- yeah! I remember!"

She lay in her bed, sound asleep. "Y/n!" Herneval called, standing at the foot of her bed, still dressed for bed, "Y/n"

He shook her feet- she waking up with a groan- "Herneval, go back to bed," she rolled back over to ignore him.

The little prince shook her more before she sat up; "It's nowhere near time to get up, Pop-Kernal."

"I had a nightmare,"

Y/n rubbed her eyes before she slumped back onto her pillow. "Y/n!" he whined.

She opened her blanket- his cue; he quickly rushed into her side before she threw the covers back on herself and her baby brother, "Do you wanna hear about it?"

She hummed, eyes closed. "Sure. Sure..."

"I woke up, but couldn't find you." He answered, her eyes slowly peeling open. "I looked around the whole castle, but I couldn't find you."

"You checked my room?"

He nodded,

"The stables?"

another nod,

"With Mythelitas?"

A third.

"And-"

"Your writing room! Twice!"

She hummed, "Well, good thing I'm here, mhn- good night!"

She turned her back to him; her wings in his face as he whined, "Y/n!"

Y/n kept quiet for a moment; he continued to whine before she turned quickly and pounced on him. "And then I came from the shadows! And tickled you to death!"

"What!? No!-" His cry of fear was laughter as he was tickled furiously- she laughing with him, she picking him up by his feet as he laughed- before dropping him on the bed as he laughed- she falling beside him, their feet where their heads were.

"Think I'm here?"

He only nodded into the blankets as she chuckled, her yawn cutting her off before he laid his head on her arm; "You're always gonna be here? Right?"

"Of course. Pop-Kernel."

"That's not my name!"

"As long as I'm around." Which only earned Y/n a groan as she laughed; "Come on, bedtime."

Herneval could only smile at the memory-she had always had his back- from as young as he could remember; "And then of course! There was after I met you! She was super mad I crossed over."

"Really?" Frankelda laughed he only nodded.

"I remember clear as day!"

"What are you doing?" Y/n complained, pulling him back down by his ankle. "Do you know how Dangerous that was?"

"Y/n! Something is amazing over there!" He cheered as he watched her pinch the bridge of her nose- her feathers flared.

"You could have died!" She argued, his smile frowning, "What would have happened if you got hurt?"

"But! Y/n!-"

"Herneval!" She snapped- and he only shrank back- Herneval. "What would have happened if someone caught you? Sold you like an animal! Cut off your wings and used them as decorations!"

"I-" Herneval teared up- "I-"

Y/n sighed, "Listen- Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- you had me really worried- it's not safe up there- and imagine if mom and dad caught you?"

He nodded, "Come here."

Herneval went into his sister's arms, letting his wings drop as she flew down beside her parents' throne. "You can't do that again, okay?"

Y/n's answer was a nod into her collarbone; she rubbed his back.

"My Lady!" Mythelitas.

He and the guards ran into the throne room. "Are you okay, my lady? I heard shouting!"

"I am fine, Mythelitas, thank you." She nodded. "My brother and I will be taking leave."

"Of course." He bowed his head, as did his men, as she passed- his eyes raising to steal a glance at her leaving form, "My lady-"

He was cut off by Herneval glaring at him- watery eyes sure, but he stuck his tongue out at the Captain- "MY sister." The young prince mouthed, leaving the Captain stuck and a little pissed off.

"You think Mythelitas had a crush on your sister?" Frankelda asked.

"Who didn't." Herneval complained, "Every time she's take me into town- Oh Princess for you my love! To the next beatiful queen! Oh please! My love take me to be yours!"

Frankelda laughed, "I always hated how much attention she got."

"Jealous?" She questioned.

"She seemed uncomfortable most of the time....like..she really didnt like it." Herneval commented, "I think thats why Procustes and her became good friends."

"Your sister and Procustes?" Frankelda awed, "what were they doing together ?"

"Before Procustes. Y/n was the Royal Nightmare Creator, and she was good at it- Shes what made my love for reading what it is today." Herneval informed, "He treated her like a good friend. Not something to be won over, thats why he has the Royal Nightmare Creator title. They use to work together and to preserve how my sister wrote-"

"You gave Procustes the title." Frankelda told and Herneval nodded, "I remember when she first introduced us to Procustes."

"This is my friend. And fellow author. Procustes. From time to time he assist me with my own nightmare writing." Y/n introduced to her family. "I feel like the humans are changing there tolls and I was hoping Procustes would help me with new ideas."

Procustes seemed formal enough, a bow and a honor to meet you: your daughter is very talented.

"It was short. But they were good friends." Herneval told, "Not long after we learned about Mythelitas."

"Mythelitas? What do you- Did they fall in love!?" Frankelda cheered.

"I remember how mad I was." He chuckled.

"My lady." Mythelitas spoke, her hands in his, "I. Understand how unprofessional...and perhaps...rather delicate matter this may fall under being your captian- but i-"

"Yes Mythelitas any concern of yours shall be a concern of mine." Y/n spoke.

Herneval watched from the bushes. Mythelitas' rather larger frame toppled over Y/n's. "You are free to speak; I will not take anything to too heart."

Herneval grumbled, Yeah, he better watch what he says- was Herneval's only thought.

"That is it my Lady- My Princess I wish- for you to take it, heart." Mythelitas mustered up a hot feel to his hands. "I- wish..."

"You wish?" Y/n questioned, "Is this about a day off? I told you I don't need a gaurd. You cant take whatever you need-"

"I wish for I to be yours. And you to be mine. If possible- if reasonable- If you say yes!" He stumbled over his words.

Y/n was silent, "are you asking to-"

"Court you my lady yes-"

"Marry me?-"

They had filled out the very end of the sentence very differently, and Herneval had had enough; he was quick to break their contact and stand in front of his sister. But she sighed in releif-

"Oh, thank god you don't know how many upper-class people I've met that just want to-"

"You're not taking my sister away from me!" Herneval jumped from the bushes, jumping in front of his sister.

"Herneval-"

"Young Prince I-"

"No! You can't!" Herneval objected, "No! She's my sister! If she marries you, she has to live with you, and all the time she has will be with you and not me! No!"

He was quick to hug his sister. How long had Herneval been there? "You can't leave! You can't!"

"Herneval, I'm not leaving any time soon." Y/n tried to reason, his grip on his sister's legs tightening.

"You can't!"

Y/n picked him up, hands under his arms, brought him up into her arms, "I am sorry, Captain, about-"

"Absolutely not," He brushed it off, "Family is important, It is one of the reasons I find such an-"

Herneval flared his wings, blocking his sister and Mythelitas from looking at one another, and she sighed, "Another time, Captain."

And she walked off with her brother-

"Come to think about it, I gave her more of a hard time than I did my parents." Herneval chuckled- he had sat himself next to Frankelda, a look of loathing on his face; "To think about it, that's all I gave her as I got older."

"Herneval-"

"No!" he argued, he was only sixteen- "I won't accept it!"

"Please!"

"No! I won't! I won't! He breaks your heart! And you just let him go!"

"Mythelitas has done nothing wrong!" Y/n flew up to meet her brother.

"You resigned from Royal Nightmare Maker for him, and this is how he treats you!" Herneval shouts, " Leaves you? High and Dry! For what!? Another Woman!-"

"Now you are putting words in my mouth!" She shouts, " I have said no such thing!-"

"I know how this plays out!" Herneval snapped- a finger to her chest- which she slapped away; "Why else would the relationship end between the two of you? Hidden in secret for so many years! Just for me to find you crying on your floor! You both not talking to each other! I know what happened; I talked to Procustes-"

"I ended it!" Y/n shouted at him, causing him to back up. Y/n ended it? "I ended it! Okay! It was me!"

"But I-"

"I ended it," She spoke, fluttering to the floor in front of her cabriole, just to fall into her own despair- she cried, and her brother joined her down on the floor, "I did it..."

"Why- I-"

"I can't give him what he needs," Y/n told him, arms crossed in her lap as she looked out at her balcony, "I never will be able to...not anymore."

Herneval came to hug her, but she rose and walked towards her balcony; "I'm leaving."

"What!?" He was quick to move next to her- "Leaving? Leaving where!?"

"You know the growing cracks between the seven clans-"

"Mother and Father already told us to not worry about that-"

"I talked to Dad," y/n responded, "without Mom."

That was never good- "Don Coco has made a deal I agreed to take for our Kingdom- I can no longer be with the Captain-"

"Father would never-"

"I agreed, on my terms-"

"This isn't possible! I won't allow it!- There must be-"

"Herneval." She stopped him, her arms held out for him- which he rushed into, they falling to the floor; it felt familiar- old times when they'd sit on the balcony, and she'd read him history and literature- a story to fall asleep to, and a story to wake up to.

"That was one of the worst days of my life," Herneval recited, "She...did so much for everyone- in silence, with no fight- she did what was right for people, no questions asked."

"I'm so sorry-"

"I remember how beautiful she looked in her wedding dress- I had never been so proud to be her brother- but, then so guilty"

Y/n stood in her room, some maids assisting in the last details of her dress- a loose bead, a stitch here and there. A knock on the door, and Herneval let himself in.

"I know it's bad luck for anyone to see the bride before she sets on the stairs-" Herneval tried to make the conversation light, yet Y/n avoided his gaze.

"Can. Can we have a minute, please, ladies?" He pleaded before the maids scurried off- a quick bow of their heads, leaving the two alone.

"Please, Y/n, I ask you to reconsider. We can find another way." He attempted to persuade, "We can fight! Or we can work out a truce-"Please, Y/n, I ask you to reconsider. We can find another way." He attempted to persuade, "We can fight! Or we can work out a truce-"

"This is the truce, Herneval-"

"Please-" He fluttered over, standing right behind her, "Please, I can't lose you, you're my big sister- I, I don't know what I can even do without you."

His hands grasped for the right words. How could he? His whole world was crumbling- for his and his kingdom's sake- "Please, Don Coco is nothing but a-"

"I have to do this, for our people, for our mother and father," She turned to him, a hand coming up to his feathered cheek; "For you."

"I can do this- you can be with-"

"Herneval."

"Please, I beg you- let me find another way-"

"She never let me find a way," Herneval spoke, a hand rubbing over the pillared banister- "Usually she impored me too, wanted me to be witty- self-strong she used to say- not this time. I still remember her singing to me."

Herneval turned towards Frankelda, "On that very couch, before she left me for good."

The last moments he would have with his sister, they sat on the cabriole, his head in her lap, like he was just a kid again, where she'd read to him, or sew a hole closed above it- and he'd just watch, listen to anything she said- whatever she sang to him.

Now it's been long enough to talk about it...

He felt weak as his sister brushed through his feathers with her fingers. The room would be empty in a matter of time- a clock he would rather not look at.

I've started not to doubt it...just wrap my head around it...

Herneval didn't close his eyes because maybe when he opened them again, everything he knew would be gone, all put into one person, the person who held him, rubbing through his feathers.

I remember when you told me... It's an everyday decision

He'd lose it all, all in a matter of moments.

But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way-

A knock on the door interrupted what was left of their time, "My Lady."

A guard, but not Mythelitas- a smart choice; he would be another obstacle Y/n would have to face, with a straight face, that this is what she needed to do. This had to happen.

Herneval sat up; Y/n rising to her feet before opening it to her guard, who only bowed his head, Y/n doing the same, "Big day..." the guard tried to ease.

"I will take my sister,"

Y/n faced forward, taking in a deep breath, "It is the...least...I can do."

His hand grabbed hers, and as she exhaled, anything to get just one more moment with her. They walked the halls in silence, hands in one another. What could she have been thinking? What was going through her mind? Whatever it was, she kept a straight face and head up. Proud of her people, proud of her family.

The doors opened, and outlaid the stretch bridge, people littered each side, and a carriage at the end. She stopped in front of her parents, the only time she'd let go of Hernevl's hand.

She lifted her skirt and bowed, "My King, and My Queen."

Rising to full stance, her parents had tears in their eyes. "You look so beautiful." Their Mother held her face, beautiful to the wrong person.

Someone like Don Coco didn't deserve someone like Y/n; no one did. Herneval didn't even think he deserved her at times, especially as a sister.

"We can still change this," Their Father told, chest tight-

"It's my time I sacrifice for this realm."

What more could she sacrifice? They hugged her tightly before she stepped away; Mythelitas at their backs- she couldn't even look at him- before they carried on, Herneval holding her hand as they walked past the people of Topus Terrenus.

"I remember the last time she looked at me." Herneval reminisced, "Like she was so proud; there was nothing to be proud of."

They stood in front of the carriage- Y/n had his hands in hers- before she hugged him in silence, "I love you."

"I love you too." He answered; his head quick to bury into her neck- his tears raining down on her, " I don't know what I am going to do without you."

She pulled away, wiping the tears from his eyes, before she pulled the red handkerchief out from her glove, its red, a striking contrast to her dark dress, where she tied it around his neck, fixing it so it looked proper.

"You're going to be smart," She started, "And you're gonna be good, and take care of mom and dad."

She continued to fix the handkerchief, no real reason behind it to stall for time, "You're going to be the greatest prince, and you're going to have joy and love, and...I'm always going to be your big sister, whenever you need it-"

He could hear it the cracking of her voice; she had held it together for so long.

"I love you." She repeated.

"I love you too," he answered. They hugged again.

"I will always be with you. Whenever you need it." She told him, and he hugged tighter- maybe if he held on tight enough, she wouldn't go.

Yet the kiss on top of his head told him otherwise, and she pulled away. "Take care of everyone for me. Pop-Keneral"

Herneval could only nod through the tears before the carriage door was opened, and she stepped inside.

She was gone. No more late-night reads with snacks, no more teasing, no more fun, no more late flights at night, no more secrerts, no more hugs, no more Y/n. No more sister.

"That...was the last time I saw my sister," Herneval cried, "Was the last time anyone did...they say she's happy, others say she's not, that she's severely ill, and...others say that she's gone, for good..."

"Have you tried questioning Don Coco?"

"Entering his part of the clan would be war. Especially with such an allegation." Herneval spoke, "If she's...gone, and I start war, everything she did is done for."

"I know she's out there," Frankelda told him, "She's strong, and fighting to be with you again. I just know it."

"I hope you are right, I miss her...so much,"

Frankelda could only hug him again; she knew when she lost her mother- that's all she wanted was a hug.

"She'll come home."

"Still being a pain in my behind?"

The figure sat on her knees; a wing cut off in a hurry, as she brushed through her feathers with a bone comb- she sat in the rags of her wedding dress- it had been so long...

"You're little...brother, has brought a human writer to take my place..."Procustes laughed, "A human writer? How low has the royal family stooped? How desperate is your brother, Y/n?"

She was quiet, brushing through her long feathers, with the lack of care, they had grown out wild.

"And she's good at that- just like you were- good- but not great- I only have a few choices here for your dear brother-"

The metal of the prison door shook as she pounced on them, he screeching in fear at the jump. "You touch my brother and I'll kill you." her eyes were tight, and her brows knitted.

"If you harm any of them, it breaks the contract, and I will be eating spider for dinner." She snarled.

"With how weak the royal family has gotten?" he laughed, "please, with the seven clans it will be easy-"

He moved closer to the bars. "Tell me, has your husband visited you anytime near?"

She snarled as he laughed- "You were supposed to be my friend."

"Oh well!" He laughed, walking away- like it was nothing- so much joy in someone's suffering.

"I will kill you, Procustes!" She threatened after him, "You hear me! Touch my brother! And I will kill you! I will be the last thing you ever see! You eight-legged freak!"

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[perfectionphantom]

Herneval x Reader —

English isn't my native language, but I did my best to make it not awful. Please ignore any mistakes.

✨ “Under the Veil of Emberlight” (English Version)

The night had fallen softly over the forest, weaving shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. But none of them frightened you—not when Herneval walked at your side, his presence warm and mysteriously radiant, like a flame that knew how to burn without ever harming you.

Your fingers brushed against his, and immediately he intertwined them with yours. His touch was firm, protective… yet gentle in that uniquely Herneval way—intense, but never overwhelming. The faint sparks of his magic traveled through your skin, subtle as fireflies dancing between your hands.

“Don’t wander too far,” he murmured, voice low and velvety, tinged with that enigmatic charm he carried everywhere. “Nights like this… the forest listens.

”You smiled. “And what does it hear now?”

He stopped walking. The forest fell silent for a moment, as if it too were waiting.

Herneval turned toward you—eyes glowing with that deep ember-like hue that always made your breath falter. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking with slow intent, warmth blooming beneath his touch.

“It hears my heart,” he whispered, leaning closer, “and how it refuses to quiet when you are near.

”Your chest tightened, not from surprise but from the familiar rush his honesty always sparked in you. Even in a settled relationship, Herneval never lost that intensity—he simply focused it all on you.

His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm, fragrant with a hint of magic and smoke. “You steady me,” he said softly. “Even when the world demands that I remain unshaken… you are the only one who sees how deeply I burn.

”You slid your arms around his waist, feeling the heat of his magic pulse against your body. “And I’m not afraid of the fire.

”Herneval inhaled sharply, the glow in his eyes flaring just a little brighter. His lips found yours—slow at first, testing, savoring—but soon deepening into something fuller, warmer, more consuming. The kind of kiss where he held your face with both hands as if you were something sacred.

When he pulled back, he didn’t move far. His fingers stayed tangled in your hair, his voice a soft promise against your lips.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Let me show you a world where the magic doesn’t frighten… only loves.”

You nodded, leaning into him.

And with a swirl of embers drifting around you like stars torn from the sky, Herneval led you deeper into the forest—toward the quiet, glowing refuge he kept hidden from everyone except you.

[writing-fanics]

I needed some herneval x reader

[glazed-cat12]

Tu corazón late en mí (Cap. 3)

Herneval x _______

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¡Hola! Disculpen la demora, estoy en mis últimas semanas del semestre y en mi trabajo ya es temporada alta, así que he estado algo ocupada, pero muchas gracias por todo su apoyo, espero que les guste este nuevo capítulo. Me encantaría saber qué les parece, les leo en las notas jejeje.

Herneval regresó prontamente a la habitación para enseñarle a _______ la ropa que había elegido para ella, la extendió en la cama de modo que pudiera visualizar mejor todas las opciones.

“Mira, te traje todo esto. No sabía realmente qué colores te gustarían o con qué estilo te sentirías más cómoda, así que traje de todo un poco, ojalá te guste”

_______ contempló un momento las prendas que estaban distribuidas, tomaba alguna que otra prenda y las miraba con detenimiento. En este punto, el príncipe se encontraba algo nervioso, pensaba que tal vez lo que había elegido no era del agrado de ella, que había exagerado o, todo lo contrario, que era muy simple.

“Igual entiendo si no te gusta nada, puedo traerte otras opciones, no te sientas obligada a elegir de esto si no quieres”

“Este me gusta mucho”

Era un atuendo que, desde el punto de vista de Herneval, iba perfecto con la personalidad de la chica, y también sabía que le quedaría de maravilla.

“Me alegra mucho que te guste, yo creo que te quedará muy bien” sonrió con sinceridad, era un cumplido muy honesto.

“Gracias, eso espero”

“Por supuesto que sí. Te dejaré para que te cambies cómodamente, si necesitas algo estaré aquí afuera en el pasillo”

“Claro, muchas gracias”

El tecotia cerró las puertas detrás de él y se apoyó en la pared que tenía más cerca con la idea de que esperaría un tiempo considerable, pero no habían pasado ni 5 minutos cuando lo llamaron por _______ desde adentro de la habitación. Entró y se quedó algo confundido, ya que ella seguía con la misma ropa que traía antes

“¿Está todo bien?”

“S-sí, solo que… necesito de tu ayuda”

“¿C-con qué?” La expresión de Herneval se descompuso a una entre el pánico y la vergüenza.

“Es que la cinta de aquí atrás está atorada y no puedo quitarme esto, no pude hacerlo sola”. Se acercó a él y le dio la espalda para mostrarle dónde estaba el problema.

“Oh, entiendo, eh… te ayudo” Se acercó algo temeroso, pero quería ayudarla.

Con toda la delicadeza del mundo, desamarró el nudo que hizo que la cinta estuviera atorada. Sin embargo, la cinta se deslizó rápidamente por los ojales haciendo que la prenda se desajustara de un momento a otro y se resbalara abruptamente del torso de la chica. Antes de que ella pudiera cubrirse con sus brazos, el príncipe emplumado ya había actuado con rapidez poniendo otra prenda sobre ella, de modo que nada pudiera quedar a la vista.

“¡Lo lamento mucho! No fue intencional, lo prometo” dijo en un tono alarmado y con la cabeza girada casi completamente hacia el otro lado de donde se encontraba la muchacha. Su cara ardía y le palpitaba rápido el corazón.

“¡Tranquilo!” Apenas estaba reaccionando a lo que acababa de pasar y al fin se cubrió con las manos “Sé que no fue tu intención, no te discu-”

“¡Saldré un momento para que te cambies!” No dejó que ___________ terminara de hablar, simplemente puso una mano a un lado de su cara para no poder mirarla mientras salía y se fue volando.

Después de algunos momentos, _________ salió de la habitación con un atuendo diferente.

“¿Cómo lo ves?” dijo dando una vuelta para lucir su ropa

“Te ves muy… bonita”

“Gracias, eres muy amable”

Ambos se miraron y sonrieron por unos segundos, hasta que el príncipe recordó que tenían algo de prisa, carraspeó para poder proseguir con lo que tenía que decir.

“¿Nos vamos ya?”

“Por supuesto”

___________ no podía volar ni flotar, y el príncipe, para no dejarla sola, solía caminar junto a ella a donde fuera. Caminaron hacia el exterior del palacio saludando a los guardias que se cruzaban en el camino y se dirigieron al centro del Topus Terrentus.

Al llegar, se encontraron una feria con juegos, comida y diversas atracciones, Herneval estaba muy consciente de que se estaba llevando a cabo y por eso había decidido llevarla en ese día en particular, lo del desmayo había resultado la excusa perfecta para que no sospechara.

La realidad, es que nuestro joven príncipe había estado desarrollando sentimientos hacia su querida amiga, sentimientos que lo tomaron desprevenido. Se hizo consciente de ello de manera abrupta una tarde mientras pensaba en su lugar personal en las alturas. Sabía que dentro de su corazón había algo diferente que no lograba describir hasta que, para su suerte, lo descubrió. Sabía que cuando hablaba con ella era visto, no como el príncipe de los sustos, sino como él mismo, veía a través de él, pero no tenía miedo de ello. Sentía una conexión inexplicable que le traía calma en su tormenta y le hacía muy feliz a diario.

Su intención ahora era crear un poco más de cercanía y ayudarla en el proceso, quería que encontrara la misma calma en su corazón que ella le daba él, deseaba que fuera feliz.

“Mira, ahí hay comida y de ese lado hay algunos juegos, ¿por dónde te gustaría empezar?”

“Eso se ve delicioso, me gustaría uno de esos”

“Bien vamos por uno de esos”

“Y luego me gustaría jugar ese juego, se ve divertido”

“Claro, iremos ahí también” dijo soltando una pequeña risa. La emoción de ________ lo contagiaba a él, ya había ido a esa misma feria desde que tenía memoria, pero poder pasarla con ella lo hacía diferente.

Fueron de puesto en puesto comprando cuanta cosa les llamara la atención y jugaron mínimo una ronda de cada juego, el momento era mejor de lo que Herneval había pensado.

Un grupo de músicos comenzó a tocar en vivo y el príncipe decidió que sería su oportunidad para dar un paso más.

“¿Bailarías conmigo?” Le extendió una mano a manera de invitación. ____________ lo miró con duda.

“No estoy segura de que baile muy bien”

“Eso es lo de menos, lo importante es que te diviertas. Yo te guío y nos detenemos si ya no quieres bailar, confía en mí” acercó un poco más su mano hacia ella.

“Bien, confío en ti” tomó la mano del joven y bailaron juntos al compás de la música.

El ritmo los llevaba de un lado a otro, dando uno que otro giro por momentos y con muchas risitas de por medio.

En medio de una vuelta, _______ se tropezó con un ladrillo saltado y se golpeó contra una persona que llevaba una cubeta de agua en las manos, haciendo que el agua la dejara completamente empapada de pies a cabeza. Eso fue suficiente para que su mente tuviera otro episodio de recuerdos atropellados.

Los recuerdos eras borrosos en su mayoría, recordaba gritos de pánico y de auxilio.

En ese momento el recuerdo se hizo más claro. Veía un pueblo entero en llamas, gente huyendo de un grupo de lo que parecían ser soldados. Y también vio a sus padres. Estaba siendo jalada por ellos mientras corrían entre unos árboles.

“¡No dejes de correr, ______!”

Podía ver un barranco no muy lejos de ellos, la sensación de miedo crecía en su interior.

De pronto, cayó al piso, su tobillo se había lastimado y no podía levantarse por sí misma. Unas voces se acercaban a ellos muy rápido. Su padre la cargó en brazo y siguieron corriendo hasta llegar al borde del barranco.

“Papá, tengo mucho miedo” dijo entre lágrimas

Las voces estaban muy cerca y ya no había a dónde correr.

“No tengas miedo, hija, estarás bien. Te amamos mucho y siempre estaremos contigo” le dio un beso en la frente “Quiero que seas valiente y confíes en mí, tienes que nadar con todas tus fuerzas” el hombre se había girado mirando hacia el precipicio, cuyo final era un río caudaloso.

“¡Papá! ¡No, por favor! ¡No!” intentó soltarse, pero su padre la sujetó con más fuerza.

“Hija, escúchame. Tienes que hacerlo por nosotros. Si saltamos juntos nos verán y moriremos todos, pero si saltas tú, nosotros los distraeremos y tendrás una oportunidad de vivir... Vive, hija”

Y la soltó.

El recuerdo parecía pasar en cámara lenta. La sonrisa entre lágrimas de su padre, la mirada nostálgica de su madre, sus voces llamando la atención de quienes los perseguían, la sensación de pánico por la caída, la humedad súbita por el agua y estar cubierta completamente por el río.

En ese momento recobró la conciencia

“Oye, ¿estás bien?” la mirada preocupada de Herneval fue lo primero que vio a abrir los ojos.

Estaba siendo abrazada por el príncipe y sus alas la cubrían para que no tuviera frío, quien la había recibido antes de que cayera al piso por el desmayo.

“S-sí” su cara de shock no lo convenció en lo absoluto. Todos los que se encontraban cerca se les quedaban mirando de forma indiscreta y se escuchaban los murmullos de curiosidad.  “Lo lamento mucho, te estoy haciendo pasar vergüenza y te mojaste la ropa por atraparme” trató de separarse de él, pero seguía algo aturdida y el príncipe la tuvo que sostener otra vez.

“No hay de qué disculparse. Vamos, te llevaré volando al castillo, sujétate fuerte de mí” la abrazó para que estuviera segura mientras volaba y, bajo la mirada atenta de todos en la plaza, se alejaron de la escena.

Al llegar al castillo, Herneval la bajó por petición de ella, aunque la sostuvo para que pudiera caminar hasta su habitación.

El ruido de los pasos y las voces del príncipe y su amiga llamaron la atención de alguien que pasaba por ahí, cierto pesadillero real. Éste se asomó entre las sombras para ver de quién se trataba, ya que la otra voz que acompañaba al príncipe no era de alguien que recordara.

“Ven, con cuidado, yo te ayudo a subir las escaleras”

“Tranquilo, me siento mejor ahora”

“Claro, lo siento”

Desde la distancia, pudo apenas divisar la apariencia de la chica, pero eso bastó para helarle la sangre y a la vez hacerlo hervir en cólera.

“Esos…malditos inútiles, no pueden hacer nada bien” apretó los puños y soltó un gruñido de rabia. Decidió seguirlos sigilosamente para averiguar la razón de que estuviera ahí.

[myinnerchilddream]

Comfort after a break up

࿔ I am Frankelda - Herneval

࿔ Romantic - Herneval has a crush on reader

Herneval’s love for you has always been sincere and honest, he has fallen in love with you and he knows it but before that wish of being corresponded, of being able to share that love openly for you, before comes the respect and care he holds for you

He knew that his love couldn't be because you were in love with someone else, you were already in a relationship and he respected that, he kept his feelings for himself and decided to simply cheer for your happiness, if you are happy with this other person then he has no right to intervene

Even so, the moment he heard the news of the end of your relationship a lot of thoughts and feelings crossed his mind and heart, there was fear that you may end up hurt, hope that he may finally have a chance but also the wish to be at your side, to know how you are doing, to be able to ask if you were alright, and the same moment he reached your side he did it

No matter what his mind come up with, no matter what he feels Herneval is a gentleman, above the romantic love he holds there is respect and care for your person, he will make sure to be there is you need him, to be your listener if you need to vent, to be a shoulder to cry on if you feel like it or even just a company in the silence, he will patiently wait for you to be ready to talk and gently dry your tears of there are any

The storm of feelings in Herneval’s heart can wait, he first wants to make sure you are alright, that you are safe and be there to help you hold yourself together when you are ready, he will be lying if he said that in his mind there wasn't the thought of him finally having a chance with you, but that can wait until you feel all better, he has already waited for this chance, waiting a little longer to help you recover won't hurt him

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

How Much I love My Brother | Part 2

Reader: Female| Older Sister! Reader x Younger brother! Hernevel

Note: yeah, I did it AGAIN- dare I say part 3 soon? Really like what I'm doing with this bleeding effect from the dream world to the real world. Ps. my laptop and phone are having a hard time rn handling all this

Warnings: SHE ATE THEM- no not really- she did stab someone though, also swearing and blood mentions

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She sat against those cold bars- eyes barely opened- her mother would've had a fit seeing how she was- how the wedding dress that was once hers was ruined, how her knees were scraped and bruised, and how her face had sunken in- her feathers losing color, her body weakened, and a part of her stolen from her.

"How could I let a man put me here..." She muttered to herself.

She put herself here- in place of her world- in place of her brother. A deep breath exhaled as her eyes closed.

There she was back at that bridge- all pretty in white, her brother in hand, where his hand squeezed hers as she looked over at him- soon to become a young man, turned into a young boy.

Herneval looked up at her with his big yellow eyes, so much belief in her, and she paused.

This is what she was called for, to be a big sister, whether it be to Herneval or her Kingdom.

"Are you okay?"

Her eyes slowly peeled open- her brother stood there, just a small boy a hand coming to her face; "Y/n?"

"Pop-Kernel?" She questioned, as he smiled, wiping the dirt off her cheek.

"I know it's fake..." She told him, "You hate that name..."

And within a blink, he was gone. She sat in her room, reading a book. "What do you think?" Herneval asked.

"I think Mom and Dad would have your tail feathers," Y/n responded. What were they talking about?

"Yeah, but everyone else my age does it,"

She pulled the book away, his head on her lap, one of their many therapy sessions, as he liked to put it- any excuse to spend more time with her.

"I'm thinking yellow. would bring out the red in my feathers," he spoke.

"If you dye your feathers, I'm not fishing you out of that one."

"Maybe purple." He suggested.

"I don't know, it might take another part of your brain with it." Y/n teased, pinching the bridge of his nose, which he swatted away.

"I'm serious!" He defended, "What about Blue?"

Y/n snorted, a failed attempt to stay quiet, "And I'm gonna go pink soon-"

"Really?"

"No."

He rolled her eyes at her as she opened her book back up to continue reading. She slumped over against the bars.

"Are you going to die?" He asked, looking up at her fragile frame.

"No. No..." she muttered, "Don't...don't worry bout me..."

What a liar, her eyes glazed over as he became nothing but a blur of color on her lap.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"No. No, you didn't."

"Then why are you here?"

Y/n sniffled, wiping her eyes of tears as dirt smudged into her vision, he disappearing with the lack of vision.

Food and water were slid through a big enough gap, "and they called you the strongest." Don Coco.

"What an embarrassment to the Royal Family."

What was she to do? Words were often sharper than any physical injury he'd inflict upon her.

"But your wing does look pretty presented upon my wall." He mocked, "I'm looking for the other one soon- perhaps when you get your hopes up again- and I'll place your brothers beside it- maybe even your heads tonight-"

She looked towards him. "You can't hurt him."

"Says who? You?"

Y/n rolled over, she using the bars to help pick herself up to her feet, dried blood on her head as she leaned against the cold bars; one of the combs she had made of bones in her hand- she was barely holding herself up.

"You're nothing but a let down- a royal stripped of all her jewels. what are you now?"

Y/n, with closed eyes, groaned- it all hurt, everywhere- she muttered something under her breath.

"What was that my princess." He taunted, coming closer.

"I said," Y/n sighed, "That makes me a bitch!"

The sharp end she stabbed into his neck- his thick skin saving him- until she grabbed him by his coat, "A real crazy one too!"

He pulled her arm down, a loud crack coming from it as she shouted in pain, her grip not daring to loosen as she continued, her elbow rubbing against the bar as she drove her weapon deeper. He caught the bars only to crumple down them- he was busy trying to tend to his wound- there was no sense- she had hit a nerve, and he went limp- alive, his eyes watched her reach over and through his pocket to the keys. She went through three of them before finding the right one- she stumbled out of the cell with her arm in hand, a cradle to ease the pain.

Making it up the steps and out to the ever-crashing hands of white was the easy part; getting home was the hard part. She took little flight, and once she felt she got the hang of it, she took off- she barely made it past the shoreline before her fall.

Hands trapped her in there forever, a current of misery- the only thing to hold her in such a time.

Maybe this was easier...letting go- as they hugged her and held her- held her tight like her parents did, like her brother did.

Her options were few and limited- this death didn't seem too bad...it was quiet down here.

Her eyes glued themselves shut- what more could she do? Her body relaxed

Someone would hold her in this hour.

Henerval's ship took the liberty of doing so, as it's capatin would if he could. She lay on the deck, a limp body- perhaps she was dead?

"You wanna go?" Y/n asked.

"What!? Of course!" Herneval cheered, the little boy flapping around happily. "Really! I get to go!"

"You have to listen to your sister!" Their Mother ordered.

"Yep! Of course!"

"Or you'll both be grounded," Their Father chimed in.

"Okay!"

So casually said- he could only focus on leaving- he'd get to go exploring with his sister!

"be safe." Their mother pleaded.

"Of course."

Y/n hugged both of them they hugged her back. "I mean it!"

"Yes Mother I promise."

Their parents watched as Y/n quickly flew off after her brother to catch up: "Herneval, wait for, oh I don't know- The captain!"

"Come on!" He cheered, "Let's go!"

The boat crashed up on the shoreline- it grounded until the rock would wither away.

The quartz castle looks down upon its kingdom. Its people- busy in its markets, dancing and parading around in their daily life- kids- playing and running around.

"Mr! Hey, Mr. Guard!" One of the children called out to him in a hurry, "Someone's hurt!"

Some kids collecting stones nearby had heard the shipwreck- they were told they did well, and rewarded with some candy money given to them by the guard.

Yet the first sight of it caused more panic than he was already in- a royal ship wrecked. Herneval's ship.

The alarm was sounded- a call to all the guards on duty or off. It caused people to converse- they were eager to know what was so important on this ship.

Frankelda was in the room, waiting for Herneval's return from important matters as she watched out from the balcony- everyone looked like ants running and scurrying about in worry.

Mythelitas was first on scene out of all; he was calming the people down, telling them to retreat back to their homes and let them work.

"She's alive, sir!" From the ship, the man came with a woman in his arms.

He left the guarding to another and made his way over; "She needs medical attention-"

No. She should be married- with her own family- happily married- and safe. She was supposed to be safe-

"I will take her! Notify the Queen and King immediately!"

"Captain!-"

"Go now!"

"Yes, sir!"

"He's so cute, isn't he?" Y/n questioned, stroking her brother's head he fast asleep. "It gets him what he wants, for now, while he's young."

They sat in her room- a pile of blankets on the floor, cushioned them, Mythelitas sat beside her- what a perfect moment, "You're very good with him."

She chuckled, "Trust me, it's harder than it looks sometimes. He's just... so full of love and passion...at such a young age, it's hard to keep all the excitement in....I just fear he'll get in trouble one day for it."

"Not while I'm around. I will keep him safe at all times." Mythelitas swore, "I will protect him till I drop."

Y/n smiled, "Is this how you attempt to win me over, Captain-"

"No- No! It is my duty-" Y/n couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"I am teasing you, Captain, but..." she looked his way, he flustered by her call out, "I appreciate it either way, Mythelitas"

She leaned up- as he did down- "Don't be afraid of this as you seem of me, Captain-"

"Are you gonna kiss! That's gross!"

Herneval had interrupted them- wouldn't be the first time and wouldn't be the last; "Huh, you wanted it instead?"

"What! Ew, gross!-" he tackled him; his attempt to escape failed as she picked him up in her arms and kissed his cheek hard; "EW!!!"

It was her, the one that never wanted to get away, laid in his arms, a biological clock she had cheated.

She was supposed to be be happy, suppose to survive.

Mythelitas was at the healers before he could truly process it. She was here.

Almost dead, but here.

They took her away quicker than he could ask to come with her. They closing the door behind them: there resson? "A lady deserved privacy from everyone in their darkest hour."

"Young Prince!"

Herneval looked towards his door- he in the middle of listening to one of Frankelda's stories.

"Come in-"

Before he could finish the gaurd barged through; "My Prince- she's been found they found her, "

"Who found-" He asked- he cutting off his own sentence.

The gaurd was eager- a look of astonishment on his face. That look you can give someone when they got everything they want-

"Y/n?" He asked unsure- a single nod- "Y/n?"

"Yes My Prince."

"They Found Y/n?" Herneval questioned again, a nod.

"They Found y/n," Was this real? He then it set in- he quick to swoop Frankelda into his arms and twirl her in the air, "They Found Y/n! Haha!"

He quickly set Frankelda down- flying over to the gaurd- "Where is she?! Is she with you! I bet she gave Don Coco what he deserved! Tell me! Did she come back with his horns on her back! Maybe even his title!-"

His excitement drained seeing the Gaurds Face- "what?" He laughed, "what is wrong my sister has returned home!"

"Its her condition my prince."

"A few scraps and scars from Battle- Y/n was always a show off-"

"She returned...flightless."

Herneval landed down: "what?"

"The healers tend to her now, she-"

"What are you saying?" Herneval cut him off.

"Herneval let's go see her-" Frankelda tried to reason.

"What did they do!?" He demanded.

"She's been...pinioned my majesty." The gaurd told him, "I. Am truly sorry-"

"Where is she?! Where do they have her!?"

Y/n opened her eyes just a sliver, the low light of candle welcomed.

"My lady your awake."

She looked at the ceiling- no dark stone cell ceiling shed grow to know.

"Where..."

"Your home now...but dehydrated and..."

Y/n rolled to her side to help sit herself up as the healer talked: "no- don't try and get up-"

She did anyways- her good arm supporting what weight she had left.

"Or we can sit up..."

It felt so uneven, her arm broken on the same side they had taken there prize- and she felt to her back.

It's true, you dont miss something till its gone.

"I can discuss with a..."

And her voice fell off again, she'll never fly again.

"My father, and my mother?"

"They wait for you."

Y/n looked down and her slung arm, "my...brother?"

"Fighting to see you, his friend attempts to calm him down."

She glanced to the door, her brother, with friends? The only friend he ever had was- she paused in her thoughts.

"Does he look different. My brother..."

"He's grown into a fine young man your majesty."

"And my parents."

"Your father and mother haven't been in best health....the nightmares your majesty-"

"I understand" was her quick cut off, she wondered if she could even fix what her once friend had broken so dearly.

"I'd like to see them."

"Your majesty your barely bandaged and standing-"

"If i was to die today from my injuries I'd like to die knowing I seen my brother for a final time."

The healer grumbled, she only wanting the best, but agreed, only if Y/n' got back into bed and ate with her family- and an agreement was made.

As soon as the door was open she could hear the yelling of her brother, demanding that they get to see her, and the door closed again.

She wondered what Mythelitas would think of her, she'd understand, he had been so worsome to tell her his greatest love was her and in a matter of time she spat it back at him, and ran off- no arguement allowed from her side. Not even a tall about why.

She wondered what her parents thought, how they'd see there little girl go off and get married. To come back like this. They'd never let her out of sight again, to be locked away for her own safety. Fearful someone else would try to do the same to her once again.

What her brother was thinking...how fearful that little bird she always had at her side, wondering and dreaming.

"I wanna be like you when im big!" He would cheer at her after learning something new about her.

He'd not want to be like her anymore. She couldn't fly, apparently was on the way to no arm by the looks of it, and who knew if she could even walk a few steps without stumbling?

"You must be easy with her," the healer demanded, "She has been through quiet the bit."

Y/n could hear her from her side of the door, the knock drove her heart rate up and the door handle twist stole her breathe.

At the front of the group was her brother. Feathers ruffled through anxiety and disbelief.

They filed in like they were looking at the last of a species. Not to spook her, or she'd disappear- never truly there to begin with.

Herneval took a seat on the bed besides her hand. Y/n keeping her gaze down and away.

There mother and father sat on the opposite side of her brother.

"Hey." Herneval spoke.

"Hi..." y/n answered back softly.

"What did they do to you..." their father commented, pulling her chin up to look at him.

"I'm sorry."

"No. There is nothing for you to be sorry about."

"I should have never let you go." Their Father spoke, she leaning into his hand, "Look what they have done to my little girl..."

"They will pay for what they have done." Herneval told.

"I will handle it."

"My love." Their Mother spoke, "We are family, we help each other, you do not have to take more than you can burden."

"I can handle it-"

"Handle it?!" Herneval shouted.

Y/n pulling away from there Father, "You will not take that tone with me!"

"I will take what Tone I please!" Herneval snapped back, both there brows furrowed as he stood up, "We let you handle it! And look what has happened to you! You've been-"

"I know what happened to me!" Y/n shouted back.

Herneval shouted as his Wings flared knocking the besides chair over, their shouting match became a screaming match.

"Look it! How they have treated you! And you would do what!" Herneval objected, "forgive them! Tell me they o not know what they do!?"

Y/n followed suit- there parents trying to stop her from raising up off the bed and taking a fight so soon.

"You are but a child!" Y/n shouted back, "i know who did what and who deserves such punishment!"

"Just like you knew what you were doing leaving?! Sacerficing blood-"

"I will walk what path I am set on!" She shouted, "i will settle my debts myself! And will not drag anyone into such a mess, it is MY collection that is owed! No one elses!"

She pushed passe him and he grabbed her arm- "Dont be foolish!"

Y/n shouted yanking her good arm from her brother, "Leave!"

Herneval went to speak up- "Now! All of you! Leave!"

"My dear-" There father tried to reason with her.

"Leave! Now!" Y/n shouted, "Leave! Leave me be!-"

The healer came rushing in, another behind her, "Best to give her some space-"

Yet she lunged at her brother: "Leave! And never come back! You'll never win! I won't let you!"

They escorted the king and queen out first- Herneval was next: "You'll never win! You hear me! You'll have to beat me till i bleed the blood of my ancestors before you kill me!"

What? He didn't- "Y/n!-"

"My Prince come along-"

"You'll have to rip my head from my body to kill me!-"

"Come along now!" The healer shouted at him, dragging him along-

They dragged him out the room- she screaming as she fell to her knees, a healer catching her as she sobbed on the floor.

He could hear it through the door, her uncontrollable sob and desperate pleads.

What had he done? His parents were yelling at him- they nothing but a haze of words as the cries of his sister flooded his ears.

It could be heard from where Frankelda waited- and from where Mythelitas stood gaurd outside the building. It hard to hear. The pleads for it to stop- to switch to a Challenge, "you'll have to try harder than gut me to kill me!" "you'll have to do more than just take a wing to kill me!"- then back to sobbing. A cycle she wasn't in control of, pain and suffering was all it was.

When they settled her back down- her throat scratched from her own words they put her to bed. Where she tucked into herself.

Herneval sat outside her door for all of it- his parents getting the information on what exactly they could tell happened to her- yet he had caused such a reaction, he should have been there to help her through it.

Was pioned her not enough? They had to torture her beyond a mind could imagine and eyes could handle. A healer walked out and he was quick to stand.

"Is she-"

She put a hand up to stop him: "You disobeyed my direct orders- but. I understand...she is asleep."

"I." Herneval started, and she shook her head, "she needs her rest if you wish..."

The healer opened the door, "you may sit. Here and you may watch over her. No farther than the door way."

"Thank you- Thank you-"

"Don't Thank me. You should be doing that to your sister." She answered, "shes strong. If she wasn't you wouldnt have one."

"I know..." Herneval agreed, "i...am thankful."

"Then act like it."

She left him there in that hall, and he leaned back, arms crossed watching her.

It would be there downfall- they had grown to be much alike- too much. He would've wanted to take his own path to handle this- have a strong back bone like she did. Thing about backbones are you have to have one to move- have to have one to stand-it didnt work if you got it cut out your back. She was too stubborn, and had that strength to be stubborn.

Herneval pushed off the wall making it too the door frame.

Bad thing about them both is they werent gonna let a rule keep them from making sure the other one was alright.

He looked back and forth through the hall before walking in. He entered calmer- knowing the damage that was done already, closing the door behind him. He walked around the end of her bed, she cradling her broken arm in her other as she slept. He sighed, sitting besides her curled up knees.

"Im sorry." He apologized, moving an over grown feather out of her face, "i suppose you won the arguement...again...im not surprised."

Herneval was quiet as he watched her rise and fall with each breath, "I...dont know how to do this without you. This...anything...and I already messed up- well. I never did stop. Messing up that is- I was so excited when they said you were back."

He paused, he had always remmeber his sister behind bigger than him- not smaller- not dull of color- not broken and bled- not...flightless. He was careful in tucking his wings to lay besides her, he looking at her closed eyes.

"I know we would've had this argument if we were the other way around."Herneval commented, "I got that from you....I just know you would have given me the decency of my own choice. I...am sorry. I missed you more than I ever thought i could. That i was loosing my mind."

He sighed, he'd not get an answer back with her sleeping form.

Y/n sat on the hill, her brother beside her, no words said between them. She glanced over at him: the little boys distracted by a bug, as she smiled.

"Herneval." She called, and he looked her way, "come on over."

She looked back over at the open view, the sun just starting its slumber.

The grass shuffled beside her as he sat down, "isnt it beatiful?" She asked looking out at the sky.

"Its just color."

"Its more than just color" she told him, as he looked out at the sky.

"It looks like color to me." He spoke and she chuckled.

"You'll understand when your older." She answered.

"I'm...sorry." he spoke- she turning her head to look at him- a grown young man.

"Sorry for what?"

"For...the healer house..." he spoke a blade of grass in his fingers.

Y/n spoke not, a smile on her face as she looked at the sunset.

"I. I should've-"

"Its okay." Y/n spoke.

"No. No its not." He answered back- "I. All I do. I. I just give you a hard time."

"Your my baby brother." Y/n responded, "your suppose to."

"No. I." He started, "I really messed up."

"That's okay."

"No- Y/n- I was so worried about what they had done to you- about how I could get back- that I wasn't worried about you-"

"Hey." She grabbed his chin, her hands coming to cup his face, "Just. Do better next time. No one ever gets it right the first time or two."

"But i-"

"I forgive you."

"Why?"

"You'll know when your older."

"These two are gonna kill me." A healer spoke stood at the end of the bed- her arms crossed as Y/n had a protective arm around her brother's head, the two sleeping peacefully next to each other, "whatever gets her back to normal health the fastest I suppose."

She left them to sleep. Sometime during her sleep Herneval had woken up, and allowed her peace of quiet, returning to Frankelda to tell her the news.

Not long after she had woken up, she left alone in the candle lit room. She sat up: the window open- it was night time- or early, early morning. The ceiling above her sounded shifty, as if someone was uptop it, and walking around. She sat there in silence, before Mythelitas dropped down, he landing on a connecting roof of thr healer house and caught the wooden windows seal- flowers in hand.

Her throat ached and her voice scratched, "Can i help-"

"By Mother-" he cursed- she had startled him.

"Sorry..." Y/n apologized, as he climbed in, she coughing as he did, it hurt her chest-

"No. I should be sorry." He walked over flowers in hand and she looked down at the sheets, "How. How are you feeling."

She nodded, his eyes scanned her- what he could see- broken arm, multiple scraps and cuts patched and let to heal from the air over grown feathers ruffled together and the dull color that had set into them...and...her missing wing...he had known that feeling all to well. But to have one serve as a forever reminder.

"You look...amazing." he complimented her.

"Flattering." She spoke lowly.

"You always look-" he stopped himself, "I. Brought you these."

He put the black flowers down on the bedside table: "thank you." She hadn't even looked up at him.

The silence was thick, uncomfortable, he loved her still more than ever: "Im glad you are okay."

She kept her head away, her gaze down, "Perhaps...To pass the time i can bring some of your books for you to read."

"Perhaps Captain. The inquire is consider it of you."

So formal.

"Of course. I. Perhaps I can..."

Nothing, he couldn't say anything.

She said nothing, her back had mirageted to turn away from him as well, giving him full visual on the damage.The red markings could be seen through the white nightgown they had her in, "Did they w-"

"I appreciate the gift Captain." she quickly responded, "You must be tired...get your sleep..."

"Very well..." he spoke, bowing to her, "Your Majesty"

He'd leave the way he exited, not before stopping at looking back at her, your worth all my time, but nothing, he just sighed softly, she just...needed her own time, before he said his final farewell and left her be.

With him gone she sat in her bed for another ten mintues before she swung her claws off the bed before pushing herself up with her good arm. Her balance wiggly- she tempted to fall but held against it, pacing herself with her walk, till she reached the window looking up towards the castle

"Wait wait wait- you're already arguing with her?" Frankelda complained, "what happened to missing her dearly?"

"I do! I did!" Herneval objected: "You should of heard her! She sounds exactly how I remember her! Just as stubborn too!"

"You both are realted." Frankelda muttered as Herneval flapped around picking up books and papers for his sister.

"I'll have to bring you to see her! She'll love you!" He told.

"Herneval-"

"Im sure you'll love her too!-"

"Herneval!"

He stopped, "huh?"

"Lets...give her time to rest. You said that she had been through alot." She told him, floating her way up to him at a book shelf.

"Then I'll stay with her-"

"After that serious of an argument?" Frankelda questioned: "what...mhm...what happen if she doesnt want to see you again."

"Then I will apologize, I will apologize till she forgives me."

He flew off, "thats- not how apologies work Herneval."

"She's my sister! She knows me best!" He told, another book to the stack making three.

"I...guess?" Frankelda tried to agree, she just couldnt find reason.

"I-"

"Hey listen! We'll talk it out!"

Y/n sat on the window seal, she throwing one leg over, pulling the other over with help from her arm. She stood on the slatted roof- taking a step- she slipped, yelping as she slid down the roof- straight into the bushes below.

Life without wings would be...a challenge. She pulled herself out the bush and into the dark streets of quiet. Watching for patrols or anyone who knew who she'd be, moving past the outer town and towards the town square.

There she stopped at the fountain, and up at the house she once called on for a friend. Candle light lit the upper room.

Procustes was awake, not another story to tell-nothing of well notion. Crap after crap- led him hear- pruning over himself like he was something of worth- a bottle on his writing desk clanked- and he turned towards the bottle- ink laid out on the desk.

Old rigidity house- uneven and bland, he picked up the bottle- yellow eyes from the corner ceiling, claws deep in the wood grain holding it up in its perch.

A book fell behind him and he turned quick- nothing- eyes held heavy on his neck- but not one of his own eyes could see.

He did a spin- where-

She stood still, looking up at him-

He shouted in fear and backed up, "I-"

"Thought Don Cooc took me to bed?" She spat, turning towards the dark shadow of the wall.

"You have to understand!-"

She was calm in her stride dipping into the shadow- "Understand what?" She asked now behind him.

"Oh yes torture. Very understandable." Y/n spoke

"Your family let's us burn!"

"My family? Last I felt my stories were doing wonders." Y/n spoke, "even tried to get you a job."

She sat in his chair, spinning in it, "tell me Procustes, how does that work for you now?"

He turned towards his fireplace where she sat on its shelf.

"The audience is to blame-"

Her head tiltied- then crooked and craned as she held a deathly smile on her face, "Oh? I think your full of crap, you know me better than that Procustes come now."

All words of reason were a jumble- no true answer to her questioning.

Her head cracked back up: "My brother wants me to kill you. Take your head-"

Procustes laughed: "I know you too well-"

"Apparently not."

She grabbed onto the fireplace seal- flipping herself over and throwing herself into the fireplace-

"Where's my wing Procustes." She seethed, "Where is it?! You dont wanna loose your head do you!? Where is it!?"

He looked around for her, no where to be found- "Where is it Procustes!? Hahaha! Where is it! Dont wanna loose an eye?!"

"Maybe we'll take a leg!"

"Rip him from his abdomen!"

The ever grown laughing filled his writing room, where was she!? How'd she move so fast?!-

"I don't have it! Please! Have mercy!"

Y/n watched him plead, his shouts and begs being heard from where she stood, infront the fountain looking up at the webbed window, before closing her eyes.

Opening them again she was looking up at her ceiling only but a moment later. Back in the healer house, back in bed.

She sat up, and someone knocked on her door. "My lady?"

The healer held a tray, "I thought I heard you awake in here. You tried walking?"

"My legs are okay."

"Thats great!" She cheered, "i was hoping the early morning cravings might get you, I brought you some sweets."

Anything to keep her eating. The tray was set infront of Y/n.

"Jellied mice, chocolate covered roaches, I even found some with the jam center, candied lizards tounage-"

Yet the book on the table caught her attention more: "you read?"

"No ma'm, your Captain dropped it off. Are we feeling better from yesterday?"

Y/n nodded, picking up the book; "he suggested I bring you a book and snacks. I have one of the ladies making you tea..."

Y/n sat on her cabriole, a bowl of dried grasshoppers besides her and a book on her knees. A kiss to the back of her head- "Where are you now"

"Mhm. Human world." She explained another cricket snakced on, looking back at Mythelitas, "anything happen today?"

"Kids being kids."

He kissed the back of her head- stealing a bug in the process- "hey- that was my last one-"

"I have something better-"

"Chocolate Jam Beatles!" She cheered.

"Dont eat the whole box in one book."

"What? I never-" she tried to defend, but she had- and she didnt feel good after, "okay its a bad habit while I read."

Y/n held the book in her hand, "Thank you..." she spoke softly.

The healer smiled, "and when you finish your first one. He dropped off another one with breakfast later on."

Smartass was all she could think what a sly trick, all to get her to eat something.

"Okay," was Y/n's response.

"Great! I'll leave you to enioy and rest! You'll be on your feet in no time!"

Y/n nodded as she was left with a fresh candle. Opening the book a pressed flower sat in the cover. It still fresh with dirt on the end of the stem. She'd place it in the back of her book as she read.

Mythelitas was right; the snacks went as she read long into the sunrise. Her parents there early.

"shes doing great." The healer told, they in the door way, "Got her eating and everything, she should be gaining weight back within the next few months."

They watched as she ate calmly, like a breakfast in bed they brought her when her birthday rolled around, nose deep in a book with more at her feet.

"How is she reacting to everyone?" Her mother asked.

"That...is another woryful situation I believe-" she started, "she doesnt....come out of the book persay, her way of coping, but what we worry about is the introduction to the craftsmen on the new wing."

Herneval stood besides his parents, Frankleda had fallen asleep back at the castle and he's hate to intrupt her sleep, he slipped in as they discussed the finer details.

His own books in hand and paper for her writing. She glanced up went back to her book and paused, looking back up.

"Good Morning," Herneval spoke, he sitting besides her, "breakfast looks good."

She was quiet, spoon still in her mouth, "hi.." she spoke muffled.

"I brought you some of your favorites."

Y/n removed the spoon looking at her brother, as he set the books down on the bed," I...wanted to say Im sorry, about last night. I know if we switched...we'd be on opposite sides argueing the same."

Y/n set her book down, "you don't understand."

"Thats what im saying," he agreed, "I don't understand, I know that now...I...was so worried about what had been done to you, that I forgot about you."

He held out his hand, she woryful, as he gestured for her good arm, she put her hand in his, "I was wrong, please. I cant loose you again after getting you back."

"It's been handled' Y/n told him.

"Okay." His grip tightened on her hand as she squeezed back.

He tugged on her arm carefully, pulling her into a hug, she tensing up in his arms, causing him to pull away quickly, "Are you okay?"

She looked at him; that little boy sat next to her. "What's wrong!?" He asked, worried, her hand coming up to rub across his feathered cheek.

"Look how much you've grown."

His cheek leaned into her hand. "I've missed you so much," he said.

"I've missed you too." She pulled him into a hug, his head buried into her neck as he cried; she, on her own, was trying to contain her tears.

They pulled away as Y/n wiped his tears away; "There's so much to tell you." He told her.

"Tell me about it. All of it."

Their parents watched from the door frame as the two talked hand in hand, she smiling small as he told her about everything- his new friend- "Friend," she teased him as he said that's all they were, and she laughed. Told her about the crap stories Procustes was trying to pass as great. About the town, about Mythelitas.

"You can be with him now!" He cheered for her, "So much better than that old, holey-toothed man!"

Y/n smiled small, "I don't think it'll work out."

"Are you kidding me?! You're all he talks about!" Herneval laughed, "Started to feel like you weren't gone after all."

She chuckled as he smiled at her. "I'm telling you! We can kick Procutues out of Royal Nightmare Creator and put you and Frankelda in his place! You both write nothing but masterpieces! Together! You'll both be unstoppable! I can see it now! You'll be living legends, the two of you!"

"Herneval." Y/n started, squeezing his hand, "I. think...it'll be good if I step back for a while."

"Of course! Take all the rest you need! I will be your personal pair of wings!"

"I don't know bout that." Y/n spoke, "I'd...like to stay on the ground, I think see it in the new views I have."

"That's why you're the smart one!"

They talked for the rest of the morning, back and forth, back and forth, about how things had changed in the years apart, how they had changed. Their parents had entered the conversation, making it a family ordeal. At some point, Herneval left, and both their Mother and Father filled her in on more...pressing matters.

"With Procustes' stories not up to par, the humans are just not scared of us anymore."

"I understand....and this new writer Herneval tells me about," Though it wasn't Herneval she first heard it from.

"Herneval sees potential in her; that there are great stories she writes, she's strong-hearted." Her mother explained.

"Is she up to the task?"

"I believe she is." Her Father told.

"But your Father also believed in Procustes at one point."

"I brought this problem with Procustes." Y/n cut in, "he is mine to deal with."

"He must be glad your back." Her Mother spoke, "You two were always close."

Oh, he'd be real close to her soon. With her stuck in his head, the resentment setting itself deep into his skull, where it would rot and fester, only making her stronger.

"I'll be sure to visit him when I am better," Y/n commented, drinking some of her lukewarm tea.

"And has Mythelitas come to see you?" Her Father questioned.

"Why would you ask?'

"Please, we're your parents; we're not Idiots." Her Mother added

Y/n was quiet, "Yes. Then..." She glanced over at the flowers on the beside table, where the book sat. "He has."

"I'm sure you two have had a lot to catch up on-"

"Dad!" Y/n scolded.

"What, you two were always close, he was never the same after you left-" He defended, " None of us were."

"We should have never let you leave."

"There's no war now." Y/n spoke, "I'd gladly give another wing for my kingdom."

The knock on her door frame drew her attention- Herneval poking his head inside, "Let me guess- your-"

He gave his sister a look as she scoffed, fine- "Y/n I wanted to introduce you to Frankelda, the human writer I was telling you about."

In came a young girl, maybe the same age, clouded in blue. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hand. "Your Majesty."

"So You're her?" Y/n questioned, "You look just like your mother."

Frankelda floated over. "You knew my Mother?"

Y/n nodded, "When I was still really young, resentment was a fear of all, right after you came, she never really dreamt of me anymore."

"You're...from her paintings!" She cheered, "That's how you exist! You're from her paintings!"

Y/n nodded, "She was very talented, if it's hereditary, you must be as great as Herneval speaks of."

"Not as talented as you, your majesty. I read some of your work!" Frankelda explained, "They'll go down as Classics!"

"Sit, please." Y/n said, shifting under the cover for Frankelda to have more space, "I'd love to hear a story. Books find their way to me."

It was true: a book on the bedside table and three more stacked by her side. "I don't know if they're good enough."

"You are a true writer." Y/n chuckled, Frankelda taking a seat. "Never think we're good enough, even if we write the cure for death."

"Is that why you write?" Frankelda questioned, "To find the cure for death?"

Y/n smiled, "No, I write for my people. Once I was born, I only realized I was born to be a big sister, to him, and to my kingdom."

"You write for others to live."

Y/n hummed, "I suppose I do."

"Will you continue your wiritng."

"I will. With time...will you, no matter how hard it gets?"

Frankedla nodded, "I will go down as the greatest writer of terror of all time- Human time that is."

"No. " No, please," Y/n said, "I love a little competition; it keeps the ideas coming."

She glanced at the doorway. "I'd love you to stay, but the healer is here," Y/n commented.

"I'll be here all day if you need me outside," Herneval told his sister, giving her a hug as she hugged him back.

Their parents hugged her and kissed her head, and Frankelda happily waved bye to her as the door was closed behind them.

"The winner takes it all huh?" She smiled at Y/n.

"Not without loss first," Y/n admitted.

"Let's get you changed out of these bandages and into fresh ones."

Y/n nodded, "I'm glad to have you ladies at my side during this."

"Well, we do have to stick together, men- well- boys, like to break things that aren't theirs."

Y/n chuckled, "I agree with that."

"How's our head? Have we had Phantom pains yet? Any throbbing or soreness?"

"I've been Pioned much longer than you may have thought; it...comes and it goes." Y/n explained, "Everything is... better."

"Well, better is good." The healer spoke, unwrapping her arm. "You'll be out soon, with monitoring, to go home. It must be exciting to sleep in your own bed, be with your family again."

"Yes," Y/n answered.

She looked out the window, "May I sleep after?"

"Of course, my lady. I'll finish quick."

Bandages unwrapped and cleaned wounds, and her tray of food was taken, about three-fourths of the way done, "Sleep well."

"Thank you."

The writing room was quiet. Y/n sat on the fireplace with dangling claws.

"Oh Procustes!" She shouted jumping from her spot, "Procustes, I know you're here!"

He was there, bunkered away in his room- doors blocked, windows sealed, he could hear her call from up the steps.

"Procustes!" She called, her heavy feet dragging the steps, "Where's my other wing, Procustes! Come on, we're friends! Tell me where you put it!"

It went silent, no steps or heavy voices of friendship; then a shatter and the breaking of his wooden floor; the slamming of the door blocked off in front of him- "Procustes!" The door broke off its hinges, the barricade gone.

"Come on, Procustes!" She shouted- the only thing able to fit in the room was a hand, her arm crushing the door frame- "Come on! We're friends! Don't worry!"

He backed up to the corner of the room as her arm slithered out of the room, a yellow eye coming in view, "Come on, I forgive you! Tell me where it is!" she cheered.

"I don't know!"

"Rip him in half!"

"Come on, you know where it is!"

"I'll be having spider stew for months!"

The room was filled with her laughter; "Come on! Come on!"

Her arm forced it's way into the room, grabbing him quickly. "What are you so afraid of?" She chanted, pulling him from his safety, he grasping for anything- any furniture or wall he could grasp- nothing- all but a hopeless chance-

"Please!" He pleaded- useless-

He was dragged around the room and thrown into the dark of nothing. He cried out, the only security a half-melted candle by one of his feet; he was quick to pick it up and look around.

The twitch and the crack were familiar sounds until the cry of pain pierced his ears, her pleas as bones snapped, and buckets of water hit the floor.

The fresh wing of white, black, and red thrown in front of him, blood pooling at the ripping point; as he backed up, dropping his candle- the ground shaking below him- the heavy drag of a body above him as claws came down beside him- her body overhung his, every movement shook the ground, "Where is it, Procustes! Give it to me!"

She was awoken by Herneval bringing her fresh water- it was somewhere mid-day- "morin."

"Good afternoon." He smiled and paused. "Here you rubbed off your-"

She looked over at him; "Wow.. you're looking..."

"Hm?" She asked.

Last he checked, there was a massive cut there, now just a mere scar; her eyes were sunken in, her body looking frailer than a skeleton- she looked thin- color paled from her feathers- last time he checked.

"Are you getting good sleep?" He questioned.

"Yeah." Y/n responded, "Why?"

"With how good you're looking, I'd want some of it too." He spoke, pouring her a glass of water. She took it happily. "Oh, I think someone left this for you. A guard said it was a little girl, I think."

Y/n was handed a crow. "I guess she ran out of black fabric...and then fabric at all." Herneval commented.

"Huh," Y/n spoke, looking down at the white crow; its wing clipped- a decent amount gone- with a patch of black on its stomach. "Cute."

"Healers said you can come home soon. I'll move out of your room." He told her.

"You moved into my room?"

"I was in there all the time anyway," he said, true, "I was thinking, maybe...we would talk soon. on the cabriole."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah, I'd love that."

A knock on her door- "My lady."

"Oh wow, I wonder who that is," Herneval spoke, standing up and walking over- he knew who it was- duh, he set it up.

"What-"

She was cut off by the creak of the door; "Oh wow, Captain Mythelitas-"

"Herneval!" Y/n scolded.

"What?! Frankelda! You need me-"

"Your acting is horrible," Y/n snapped at him, he smirked as he dipped out the room, pushing the Captain in.

"I'll bring back pan ducle." He said, closing the door behind him.

Mythelitas had his helmet upside down in his left arm. "I... Wow! You- wow! I mean, you look great," He said in disbelief.

He had just seen her a day ago- crippled and bruised- "I mean, you looked good- Nice! You've always looked Nice no matter what, your majesty-"

"Oh, trust me, Herneval already told me." Y/n started.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously; "Thank you for uh. the book." Y/n told him, readjusting herself in her seated position.

"The...snacks...were a thoughtful touch....smart," Y/n added.

"Well. I knew you- know- you're welcome." He stumbled over his words.

"Would you like to sit?" Y/n offered the foot of her bed.

"Oh I wouldn't- I can't I-"

There was no good excuse- he could give her, all he wanted was to say yes.

"Please. I have a lot to explain," Y/n pleaded, "even more to say sorry for."

"Your Majesty, you do not need to explain it to me- I. Well, I understand." He answered, "You did what you did for your family."

Y/n played with the end of her wing as he finally took a seat, "I suppose you know the basis of it."

Mythelitas nodded. "How. How are you doing?"

"I'm ok." Y/n responded, " Lifes a little bit different as a tore toruture guest."

He chuckled as she smiled small, "I still can't understand how he treated you in such a way."

Y/n shrugged, "Boys love destroying toys that aren't theirs...I suppose girls do too..."

She only meant to glance at him, but it was hard to look away. "I broke your heart...I am sorry."

"You didn't break my heart," He told her, which she raised a brow to, "I understand what you did, you needed to do, you didn't choose that."

He came to cup her cheek, still in his heavy metal gear, chain mail shifting at every movement, "I accept your apology."

"Thank you," Y/n spoke, her eyes closed, leaning against the cold palm of the chain.

He refrained from kissing her head, much to his dismay, and set his helmet down; "I brought you something."

Y/n's eyes fluttered open as his hand was removed; "Hm?"

She was presented with her favorite, "Fresh." He commented.

"Chocolate jam beetles." She spoke, looking down at the open books chocoate covered beatles.

"and."

She took them in hand, he pulling out a book- it wrapped in thread with a small bouquet placed in the center cover; "I know how fast you go through them."

She placed the box down and took the book. "New?" She questioned.

"From the human world."

"How'd you get it?" Y/n asked, looking down at the cover.

He chuckled, "I have my ways."

She smiled looking at the cover, "I'll have to read it tonight."

"You'll tell me all about it?"

"Of course." Y/n smiled, her eyes stuck on the book cover and the small white flowers that sat so pretty, hand-picked, like all her bouquets from him had been.

A kiss was placed on top of her head; he had, too, it felt, normal, normal that they had both missed after so long, and he watched as she bashfully kept her nose down. How he missed her.

"I'll come by later."

"Tonight," Y/n answered.

"Tonight." Mythelitas nodded as he stood up. "I will see you then."

He bid her farewell, bow and all, like some royal prince off for the day's work to his newest princess. She bowed her head back with a small laugh, and he smiled, leaving of necessity- not of want.

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[perfectionphantom]

Where Your Shadows Rest

Hi, English isn't my first language but I'm doing my best. I apologize if there are any mistakes, I'm really trying.

Night in Frankelda’s subconscious was always alive, but that one was quiet. The shadows swayed like pages moved by an invisible breeze. You had sat on a stone platform covered in ancient symbols, reading one of the fragments Herneval had “borrowed” from the Book of Hidden Scares.

You knew he had arrived before you heard him.His aura was always warm, like freshly heated ink.

“Ah… there you are,” he said, using the tone he reserved only for you—less theatrical, more… real. “My favorite distraction.

”He approached, his steps silent, his posture impeccable. His shadow wrapped around you before his wings did; a habit of his to announce he had found you.

“Distraction?” you said, smiling. “Is that what I am now?

”Herneval leaned behind you, his elegant, clawed hands resting on either side of you, enclosing you in a little world meant for two.

“The most dangerous one,” he murmured, brushing your neck with the tip of his nose. “And the most necessary.

”His voice vibrated against your skin.It was a confession disguised as flirtation.His favorite way of being honest.

You settled back against his chest, and without a word, he wrapped your shoulders with his wings. He always did it the second he sensed you wanted closeness, as if he had memorized your silences.

“You’ve been tense today,” you whispered.

Herneval exhaled slowly, almost like a human sigh.

“Procustes has been moving pieces again. Trying to interfere with Frankelda, with the balance… with us.”

Us.

A word he rarely used.

But when he did, it weighed like an ancient vow.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” you assured him, intertwining your fingers with his.

Herneval froze for a moment.

Just a second.

But with him, a second was enough to read him.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to protect,” he reminded with a tilted smile.“The Prince of Scares doesn’t need to be saved.”

“You’re the prince of scares,” you whispered, “but you’re also… you.

”Herneval rested his forehead against your cheek, as if that gesture disarmed him more than any spell.

“With you, I’m less… mask.”

He squeezed your hand.

“That unsettles me. And I like it more than I should.”

You turned to look at him. He watched you with that intensity that blended desire, intelligence, and something he rarely showed: vulnerability.

“Herneval, I’m with you. Not for your power. Not for your titles.”

“I know,” he replied before you could finish, as if he feared your words as much as he needed them.

“And that’s the part that devours me and completes me at the same time.”

He leaned closer, letting his forehead touch yours.

His eyes, always bright, softened.

“If I asked you to stay tonight… not as a whim, but as something real… would you?”

You smiled softly.

“I always stay.”

Herneval closed his eyes for a moment, as if memorizing the heartbeat of that instant.

Then he kissed your forehead—an intimate gesture he claimed was “too human”… yet one he reserved only for you.

His wings wrapped fully around you, shutting out the chaos, the conspirators, the monsters, even the stories themselves.

Only the two of you.

His shadow embracing your light.

Your warmth balancing his magic.

“You are my weakness,” he confessed in a very low voice."

And my strength.

And the one thing I’m not willing to lose.

”You hugged him around the waist.He held you as if you were the only truth in a world made of fictions.

And for one night, the Prince of Scares rested.In you.

Only in you.---