Coralanna Point was a town with enough myths and legends to fill an entire story book. But the most well known is the folktales concerning every son born with the Lancaster name. It couldn't possibly be a coincidence that every male in that family is gifted with an unearthly beauty that quiet literally mystifies all those around them. It's whispered between pages of folklore that their family branch has siren blood running through it's veins. Absolutely absurd right? Well, when Elizabeth Evans can't possibly imagine why the eldest of the Lancaster brothers in her highschool developed an interest in her out of the blue.

I was cast out of my home. Of my family. I was erased from history as if I'd never even existed. The only token that I did exist is a story whispered amongst people from my kingdom and by some haphazard chance reached the ears of a king. A king known for his merciless kills in battle. Known for the monster that lives inside of him, edging him on while he slaughters thousands. A King who had found a Princess who'd managed to escape from her kingdom and disappear off the face of the Earth. A King who needed said Exiled Princess's help

"Why act so coy when you've just come from stripping for nearly a hundred men?" Many people before him had said many things far more hurtful than that. But maybe it was because he, the man I'd loved with all my heart for so long said it, and God it hurt worse than any other revolting remark or insult I've ever received."Because, I don't strip for pleasure or enjoyment. I strip because it's the only way I can pay bills. Excuse me if I live the part of my life unconnected to this the way I'd like to." Guilt and remorse flashed in his eyes but it quickly vanished almost making me believe if imagine it there. "I spent five years worrying about you. Whether or not you survived the shooting. Whether you survived losing your parents and unborn sister. Maybe I was wrong to care because clearly you've got it together if you can mock possibly the only person who doesn't hate you. "

He promised he'd never leave. Not when all the colour faded out of the world. Not when oceans stilled. Not when mighty mountains become little particles of dirt. Not even in death. Darius Bradford promised me a forever. And well....every promise is made under the false pretense that it won't be broken. His was no different.

"You're mine. To kiss. To kill. To fuck," he whispered the last part as his hand squeezed my thigh. We were married. An arranged marriage to keep my kingdom from dying, and to keep his in power. Tonight we celebrated an ancient tradition held close to the hearts of my people and I couldn't exactly stab him with the dagger that seemed to call out to me saying that no one would mind if blood got on the pristine white table cloth. "I may be your wife. But that doesn't mean my heart belongs to you. It especially doesn't mean my body belongs to you." He chuckled lowly, "Love, you're going to bare my heirs. Safe to say your body is mine for the taking."

I've ways loved to read. Call it cliché or boring or whatever you will but its not my fault the worlds in pages are worth living more than the world I was born into. Its not my fault the only place love survives is in between the pages of a novel. But it is my fault for loving him. Even when I knew I'd have to say goodbye, I loved him. I loved him with every bit of my heart, every fibre of my being, with every breath my lung took and with every tear I shed because he didn't love me back.

She was my sunshine, she was my storm, she was all the good I would ever need in my lifetime. Macy was the only woman who could bring me to my knees. That's what made her so dangerous

"My people wish for my head on a stake."He smirked as his hands skimmed through the grey feathers of my bloodied wings. "Angels never really cared for halfbreeds. Too....temperamental per say. I'm am curious as to why you would come into my kingdom as ask for an audience with me though." I inhaled sharply when his hand left my wings and traced my collarbone, "I came seeking your protection, Your Highness." His dark eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Why on Earth would I provide you with that?" "Because there's a rumor going around that your advisors threaten your throne if you don't find yourself a bride." He hummed contemplative, "I need a better reason than that, Love. Because even the white winged vermin above know that my advisors are extremely easy to get rid of." I sighed at pulled out my final card. "Because I know you've heard of the prophecy."

"I've known all my life that the mind has immeasurable power. I've known it to shape entire civilisations, outsmart thousands of enemies, bring victory in war, give a dying man something to hold onto, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined it doing even a fraction of what you say mines can. " Asteron stepped into my personal bubble, his hand going to the back of my neck and squeezing. His green eyes shimmering with a fire I so desperately wished to burn in. "Your mind, Moony, is more powerful than any being to ever come before you. And you're wasting our time by making this process take an unnecessary amount of time because you can't have even the smallest fraction of faith in yourself?"