The scene on that silent afternoon at the palace was like a magical illusion. Nikita was fast asleep on her massive royal bed. She was dressed in a light blue silk garment that clung to her body. Her incredibly long, azure hair was spread across the bed like a net, as if a mermaid had come ashore to rest.
Suddenly, darkness fell upon the tranquil surroundings. King Kairen entered the room with slow, deliberate steps. His bare, muscular chest and long black hair signaled a sinister power.
The King's Mysterious Behavior: The King did not sit beside the bed; instead, he climbed directly onto Nikita's stomach. Under the weight of his body, Nikita woke up instantly. Opening her eyes, she saw the King's glowing, pale cat-eyes right in front of her own.
Magical Attack: The King raised one hand, and a brilliant white magical light (White Power) began to emit from it. The intensity of the light turned the entire room white. The King brought that magical hand very close to Nikita's chest.
Nikita's Scream: Nikita froze in fear. She screamed, "King! Why are you doing this? What did I do? Save me!" She tried to push him away with both hands, but she was utterly helpless against the King's supernatural strength.
There was no mercy on the King's face, only that strange, cruel smile. He said in an extremely low voice, "You have done nothing, Nikita, but today I must extract the soul within you."
Nikita's cute locket began to vibrate violently under the touch of the King's white power. From the shore, the white cat watched the scene intently, as if it knew this moment was inevitable.
The Secret of Immortality
Yes, exactly! What Nikita feared was an attack was actually a royal and mysterious initiation into immortality. King Kairen, having been alone for 600 years, did not want to lose Nikita; thus, he decided to make her immortal like himself.
As the King's white magical power entered Nikita's body, a strange transformation began:
Infusion of Power: The white light spreading from the King's hand flowed through Nikita's veins. Her azure hair suddenly took on a brilliant silvery glow. Her screams of terror gradually turned into a sense of profound peace.
The King's Confession: King Kairen leaned down from his position and brought his face close to her ear. His long black hair brushed against her cheek. He whispered, "Do not fear, Nikita. I am liberating you from the death of this mortal world. From now on, you and I—both of us—are immortal."
Mystery of the Locket: Under the influence of the white power, the cute locket around Nikita's neck began to glow with a sapphire blue light. This locket is now the guardian of Nikita's new life.
The white cat now sat at the foot of the bed, calmly wagging its tail. It knew that Nikita was no longer an ordinary girl; she was now the King's eternal companion.
The King pulled Nikita close with the warmth of his bare body. The cruelty in his pale cat-eyes had vanished, replaced by the joy of victory. He kissed her forehead and gave his mysterious smile. Nikita felt her heartbeat stop, but she did not die; instead, a surge of infinite power coursed through her body.
The First Thirst
As the white power of immortality merged into every pore of her body, Nikita experienced a strange reaction. Her throat felt parched with thirst. She murmured faintly, "Water... a little water..."
King Kairen understood her state. He took a crystal vessel from the bedside and held a bit of water to Nikita's lips.
Transformation: As Nikita drank, a cold current flowed through her. Her wet lips trembled. The moment she finished, silvery lightning played through her azure hair. Her locket now shone as brightly as the King's pale cat-eyes.
The Sovereign's Care: The King relaxed his muscular frame and cradled Nikita's head in his lap. His long black hair cast a shadow over her face. He used his finger to wipe a drop of water from the corner of her lips, offering that familiar mysterious smile.
The Cat's Gaze: The white cat climbed onto the bed and lay beside Nikita's hand. It sensed that Nikita was no longer flesh and blood, but a vessel of miraculous power.
Nikita looked into the King's eyes. The fear was gone, replaced by a deep, intoxicated trance. She felt her body become light, as if she were weightless.
The Question of Betrayal
Nikita's voice was still trembling. After quenching her thirst, she looked directly into the King's eyes. Her long azure hair lay draped over the pillow, her eyes filled with wonder and resentment.
She whispered, "Why did you make me immortal? Why did you trap me in this web of endless time without my permission?"
King Kairen was not bothered by her question. He pulled her closer with his strong, bare arms. His sharp cat-eyes filled with a deep melancholy. He touched her chin and said with his mysterious smile:
The Fear of Loneliness: "600 years, Nikita! For 600 years, I have seen only destruction and death. Everyone I loved left me according to the laws of time. I could not take the fear of losing you anymore."
The Eternal Bond: Moving his long black hair away from her cheek, he said, "I don't want you to grow old one day. I don't want disease or death to snatch you from my arms. Making you immortal may be my selfishness, but there was no other way to keep you forever."
The locket glowed with a soft blue light, proving their souls were now entwined. The white cat gave a soft meow as if supporting the King. Nikita fell silent, realizing that behind the King's power lay the cry of a lonely heart.
The Rejection
Nikita's heartbreaking sobs suddenly filled the royal chamber. She tried to push the King away with both hands. Her long azure hair became a tangled mess across the bed. She broke down, screaming:
"I didn't want this! I didn't want you, and I didn't want your immortality! Why did you play with my life like this? Why did you tear me away from my ordinary life?"
Seeing this fierce rejection, King Kairen's mysterious smile vanished instantly. His powerful, bare body turned to stone in insult and agony.
The King's Stasis: The King said nothing. A deep sorrow replaced the fire in his cat-eyes. He stood up from the bed, his long black hair veiling his face.
Nikita's Lament: Nikita buried her face in the pillow and wept. Her locket glowed repeatedly at the touch of her tears, sensing her grief.
The Cat's Reaction: The white cat hopped off the bed and stood at the King's feet, looking between the two, unsure how to handle the situation.
The King walked toward the window. His shadow looked terrifying in the darkness. He said in a low, choked voice, "For 600 years, I have received only hatred, Nikita. I thought that through the power of love, I could conquer time, but I was wrong again."
The air in the room turned ice-cold. Would the King punish her in rage, or leave her alone in this massive palace?
The Confession of 300 Hearts
King Kairen walked slowly back from the window. His body trembled with pain. He took the crystal vessel again and stared at the water. His cat-eyes were now red from unshed tears. He began to speak in a broken voice:
The History of Failed Loves: "Do you think I am happy? In this 600-year life, I have loved 300 girls, Nikita. 300! I loved them all with my soul, but it was in vain. Some feared my power, some wanted my wealth, and others grew old and died, leaving me alone."
The Cursed Life: The King drank the water in one gulp as if trying to quench an internal fire. He gripped his long black hair and said, "300 times my heart has broken. 300 times I have stood by a grave and wept. I couldn't do it anymore! When I saw you, I thought you were different. Should I let you die like those other 300?"
Nikita's crying stopped. She looked at the bloody history of the King with tearful eyes. She realized that behind his cruelty lay the agony of 300 losses. The white cat rubbed its head against his feet in comfort.
The Hundred-Year Silence
King Kairen did not utter another word. He gave Nikita one last sorrowful look and left the room. Nikita wanted to call out to him, but her voice failed her as she watched his retreating, melancholy figure.
The King left Nikita alone in that vast palace with the curse of immortality.
100 Years Later...
Time stood still for Nikita. Today marked exactly one hundred years.
Nikita's State: Nikita stood before the palace mirror. Her long azure hair was as silky and bright as ever. Though 100 years had passed, not a single wrinkle touched her face. Her locket still pulsed against her chest.
The Silence of the Palace: King Kairen had not returned since he left with the cat 100 years ago. Nikita finally understood the pain of those 300 girls and the agony of the King's solitude.
Suddenly, a familiar "Meow" was heard. The white cat was sitting on the windowsill. There was no joy in its eyes, only a message. Nikita ran to it and found an old note tied to its neck in the King's familiar handwriting:
"Is 100 years enough, Nikita? Have you tasted the flavor of being alone? I am coming..."
Tears filled Nikita's eyes. She realized the true meaning of immortality: an endless wait.
The Reunion Under the Ancient Tree
Nikita didn't wait a moment longer. The accumulated loneliness of 100 years made her restless. She asked the white cat, "Where is he? Tell me, where is the King?"
The cat pointed with its blue eyes toward the massive ancient tree in the garden. Nikita ran out, her long azure hair flying wildly in the wind.
The Scene: Someone was standing beneath the ancient tree. As she got closer, she saw the broad back, the wet black hair falling to the shoulders, and the familiar bare-chested royal figure. King Kairen stood there exactly as he had 100 years ago.
The Forgiveness: Nikita couldn't control herself. She hugged him tightly from behind, her tears soaking his back. "Sorry... forgive me! I didn't realize how painful it is to be alone. I have wanted you every moment for these 100 years."
The King turned slowly. His sharp, pale cat-eyes were no longer angry; they shimmered with love. He lifted her face and gave his enchanting smile. He whispered, "100 years was only the beginning, Nikita. We have an eternity ahead of us."
The Wings of the Azure Queen
At the moment of her forgiveness, the air turned still. As King Kairen took her into his arms, an incredible change began within Nikita. The seed of immortality that had slept for 100 years finally bloomed.
The Transformation: As she felt his warmth, an intense blue light radiated from her back. Suddenly, four massive blue wings sprouted from her back. They were as bright and magical as her azure hair.
The King's Wonder: King Kairen stood stunned. His pale cat-eyes glowed with ultimate satisfaction. Nikita was no longer a mere girl; she was a supernatural entity like him.
The True Form: "I told you, Nikita," he said with his mysterious smile, "you would return stronger than even my former Queen. From today, you are not just my Queen; you are the light of this dark kingdom."
The white cat meowed happily, wagging its tail at her new wings. Nikita felt her feet leave the ground as she began to float before the King.
The Flight Over the Ocean
King Kairen could no longer stay still. The ancient power within him erupted like a volcano. With a roar, six massive black and silver wings burst from his back.
The Flight: He grabbed Nikita's hand, and they soared over the palace. His six wings and her four blue wings created an incredible sight in the sky.
Union over the Sea: They reached the middle of a roaring ocean, hovering over the waves. The moonlight reflected off the water, creating a magical atmosphere.
The Winged Embrace: The King pulled her into a deep embrace mid-air. His six wings and her four blue wings entwined, creating a protective wall around them. Nikita's azure hair merged with his black hair.
"The ocean is our witness, Nikita," the King whispered. "Everything I searched for in 600 years, I found today in this bond of wings."
The Meaning of the Colors
Nikita looked at her new wings and asked, "Why are your wings black and white? Mine are blue!"
King Kairen touched one of her blue wings and smiled.
Symbol of Light and Dark: "My black and white wings are the symbols of my life, Nikita. In 600 years, I have seen light and darkness equally. The white part is the symbol of love and peace within me, while the black part represents the 600 years of pain, struggle, and loneliness."
The Balance of Power: "The white side gives me the power of life and healing, and the black side gives me the power to fight dark forces. Together, I am complete. Your blue wings are the symbol of new beginnings, peace, and infinite possibilities."
The Story Unfinished
Nikita hovered over the sea, but tears welled in her eyes again. After hearing the story of the 300 girls, she felt something was still hidden.
She buried her head in his chest and cried out, "No! The story cannot end like this! You said your heart broke 300 times, but you didn't say if you truly loved any of them! By making me immortal, did you just solve your loneliness, or do you truly want me? The story isn't over; I want to know everything!"
King Kairen went silent. A deep sense of guilt appeared in his pale cat-eyes. He wrapped his six wings even tighter around her.
"Do not cry, Nikita," he said with a smile of total surrender. "Those 300 were my attempt at living, but you are my reason for living. The story hasn't ended; rather, our true story begins today."
The white cat moved close to Nikita's cheek, trying to comfort her. Her locket took on a reddish glow, expressing the intensity of her emotions.