The castle's training hall was vast, dark, and silent—except for the sound of Arvian's footsteps.
"You will learn control first," he said, his crimson eyes scanning her every movement.
"Your power is dangerous… and if you lose control, it could destroy this castle… or worse—your own life."
Meera nodded, trying to steady her nerves.
She had never imagined herself in this world—
surrounded by shadows, ancient knowledge, and a man who could kill with a glance.
Arvian moved beside her.
"Focus," he said softly.
"Feel your blood… feel your energy. Don't fight it. Let it guide you."
Meera closed her eyes.
A strange warmth coursed through her veins.
It pulsed like a heartbeat—strong, relentless, alive.
💗 Thump… thump… thump…
"Good," Arvian said, stepping closer.
His hand hovered near hers.
"Now… extend it."
Meera opened her eyes.
A faint glow shimmered around her hands.
Shadows in the room seemed to move toward her, obeying her will.
She gasped.
"Excellent," Arvian said, a hint of pride in his voice.
"No human has ever done this in centuries."
Ayaan watched quietly from the corner, his small body tense with excitement.
"You're doing it!" he whispered.
"See, I told you—she's special."
Suddenly… a sound.
⚡ A wall cracked. Shadows shifted unnaturally.
Arvian's eyes flared red.
"Someone's inside."
Before Meera could react, a shadow lunged toward her.
Arvian moved faster than light.
He intercepted the figure, throwing it across the hall with terrifying force.
The shadow dissolved into mist before it could recover.
Meera's heart raced.
"You… you saved me again!" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Arvian didn't reply immediately.
Instead, he stepped closer.
"Stay close," he said, almost protectively.
"You are too important to lose."
💗 Her pulse quickened—not just from fear, but from the closeness of the king.
After the intruder vanished, Arvian finally spoke, softer this time.
"You must trust yourself… and me."
Meera nodded.
"I… I will."
Ayaan tilted his head.
"You two… are getting close," he said teasingly.
Meera blushed violently.
Arvian's eyes flickered—not anger, but something… warmer, almost amused.
💔 Something unspoken hung between them—a dangerous, thrilling tension.
TWIST🔥
•Meera begins mastering her powers.
•First direct threat neutralized—but enemies are getting bolder.
•Romantic tension grows; Arvian's protective side deepens.
•The castle is no longer just a home—it's a battlefield.