Flame of the Enemy

Unwelcomed

We stood in silence. It was a great point to watch the grounds indeed. The whole training ground was in front of me, and I was looking directly at Tharon. It was impossible for my eyes to leave him. My attention was snatched by him as soon as he appeared, like a magnet attracting iron.

He was topless again. Sunlight caught the sweat on his skin. Every move was precise — not a soldier training, but a weapon being honed.

He was fighting with two other soldiers and they didn't seem like they were training.

It seemed to me like they were trying to kill Tharon. They were not so successful on that though. He was dealing with two of them very well. I recognized that I was holding my breath. I guess I was more excited than he was. I was silently standing and watching them, and suddenly, somebody from the grounds recognized me.

He started to shout. “Isn’t that the Havalen witch?” The others turned around and joined in — voices laced with venom.

“Back to your cursed land!”

“Shame on you, traitor’s daughter!”

Their words hit harder than I expected. Not because they were new — I’d heard worse behind closed doors — but because this time, it was public. Raw. Loud. I was no longer a princess. I was a target. A symbol. A thing to be hated before being known.

I froze. I knew that they didn’t like me but I wasn’t expecting to be cursed.

Tharon turned to me. His face was carved in fury — not at the crowd, but at me. And then he walked away.

Was he blaming me, too?

For existing? For standing there?

He was the reason I was in this cursed place. And still, his back turning on me hurt more than the crowd's hatred.

Lily’s fingers closed gently around my wrist. I hadn’t noticed I was shaking. She didn’t say a word, just pulled me from the balcony with quiet urgency.

When we reached the room, I left her behind. I needed the door. I needed the silence.

I leaned against the wood and slid down to the floor, and everything just—broke.

The crowd, the shouts, the looks, his silence. It was all too much.

I had come from silk sheets and crown jewels. And now... now I was something less than a servant.

I cried like a girl who didn’t know who she was anymore. It was too much. After all those things I endured, and forced, now they were treating me like I chose to come to their shitty kingdom. Like I like them more than they like me.

Bu çok önemli bir dengeleme — ve tamamen haklısın. Şu an Tharon ile Kathleen arasında hiçbir güven veya açık sempati yok. Sadece:

Tharon otoritesine karşı gelindiği için öfkeli,

Lily’ye tamamen güvenmiyor çünkü onun da Kathleen’e karşı içten içe düşmanlık besleyebileceğini düşünüyor,

Kathleen içinse Tharon da hâlâ bir zorba, sadece biraz daha karmaşık bir tanesi.

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I heard his voice before I heard the footsteps.

“Did I not make myself clear?”

Tharon’s tone was quiet, but full of steel. “She is not to leave the inner castle. That wasn’t a suggestion.”

There was a pause. Then Lily’s voice, timid and small.

“She insisted, Your Highness. I thought—”

“You thought wrong.”

His voice sharpened. “Do you think I give orders to be reinterpreted? You knew what would happen if she was seen.”

“I didn’t mean harm—”

“Didn’t you?” he cut in, cold and fast. “You think I don’t know how the others feel about her? That you don’t?”

There was a long silence.

“I told myself you were above that,” he added, quieter now. “Perhaps I was wrong.”

That’s when I opened the door.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to see me — no surprise in his eyes, just a deep, unreadable shadow.

I said nothing.

He looked at Lily again. “This is the last time I tolerate your judgment over my orders. If it happens again, I’ll assign someone who understands what loyalty means.”

Lily bowed low. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Without another word, Tharon turned and left. His steps echoed like accusations.

We just stood there in the thick silence he left behind, both of us unsure who, exactly, he distrusted more.

He left like a storm, and silence filled the hallway like smoke.

Lilly and I stayed behind looking at each other guiltily. I silently apologized to Lily, to put her in this position. And she silently shook her head as if to say, no problem.

I turned back to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day. They have brought me lunch. But I wasn’t feeling good enough to eat. Now I was at a point in the world that revolted most at me. I didn’t do anything, just laid down and wondered how these days would go like that.

After a while somebody knocked on my door.

“Come in!” It was Lily.

“The tailor is ready for you my Lady. “

“Let him in.”