The Stolen Hybrid Princess

Forgiven

--Julian's POV--  

The sound of a soft clicking of the door signals to me that the door behind me was now closed. Finding my back leaning against the cool wooden door that is now firmly closed behind me, my mind going crazy as it hadn’t in the past 187 years my mind was dormant after many years of life. What came over me in that room, as if she had brought something out of me. 

My unbeating heart seemed to beat every second I was around her. And all she did was forgiven me. After the hell we put her through. The light still twinkled in those unusual and beautiful eyes, the two colours almost luring in its prey with a single stare.

And yet she'd forgiven me.

After all the hell shes been through, after years of isolation. She had the kindness in her heart to forgiven someone she barely knew, of all people me. A unfamiliar smile now finds itself across my face. Without wasting another second, I turn on my heel needing to seek out my witch.

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-- Ebony's POV --

Once Julian was gone, I finally felt myself breathe sinking into the cushioned chair. Its pilliowy cushion engulfing me further into the chair. Looking around the room more closely, the cream walls extending higher than my cell making me feel incredibly small. 

The room was furnished simply, a wardrobe on one wall, a bed that I was laying on larger then the actual cell, the bed filled with many pillows almost pilled up like a mountain.  And a small setting of chairs and a table in the middle of the room that I now sit at.

My eyes catch on a figure, only to realise that I'm staring at myself.

 A giant lavish bronze mirror rests on one wall, allowing me to look at myself for the first time in 12 years. My taller, frail and skinny self now stares back at me. My fathers same sandy blonde waves cascade down my back like a waterfall, almost long enough to hide my small frame. the swell of my chest shows how much I've grown in the years, no longer the child i was when i was taken but now a young lady now stares back at me. Too pale skin wraps around my small frail frame, my bones seem to want to pop out. 

Then there's my eyes.

Unusual in their colour's and yet I find comfort in them. My parents eyes now stare back at me, my mother's pure gold eye , as if someone pour liquid gold into it, a symbol of a pure-blood vampire and then there's my fathers eye vibrant and electric blue eye, a lycan alpha eye. And now there mine, the last thing I have left of them. 

Then there's the small crescent birthmark that lies under my blue eye. The mark of the blood that runs in my veins, the mark of a royal.

The familiar sweet smell of lavender and soap seems to fill my scenes, through a small door between the fireplace and wardrobe. Rising to my feet, the cushioned chair almost spring back to grab me and pull me back into its embrace. The sound of running water pulls me towards the door, the carpet under my toes soft as I walk towards the door. Its golden handle almost glimmering in the fire light beckoning me to open the door. 

"click"

The cool metal handle almost twists itself open and the door. I'm greeted with the warm soapy lavender smell, that has led me to the small yet spacey bathroom now lays in front of me. A small mirror and table towards one wall that is filled with various perfumes and bottles filled with who knows what, another table towards another wall a shelf filled with towels.  As I enter the cool tiles kiss at my feet, sending shivers up my legs.

"Squark" 

Whipping my head towards a nicely sized window that is slightly ajar. A raven sits perched on the windowsill. It's dark black feathers almost blue in the light but what was most unusual about it's feathers were tipped in most purest white. Flapping its wings slightly, I look at it's face, its wonderful teal eyes stare up at me. Nodding its head as if to greet me, it takes off out the window and out into the sky, a gust of wind shutting the window behind it with a small click . 

Scanning the room for any other signs of life, my eyes fall upon a bathtub in the middle of the room. The sweet smell of lavender and soap pulls me closer to the tub. The tub now filled with water and bubbles almost inviting me to touch it's surface, the bubbles almost threatening to spill out of the tub. I find myself reaching out to warmth of water. The water perfectly heated, taking another look around to make sure no one else is around, I start to strip off my clothing and tie up my mess of hair. The only thing left on me is the sliver runed bands that with a good try do not come off.

Lowering myself into the bath, my limbs hiss in pleasure as the warmth of the water envelopes me in a warm hug. The warmth of the water seeping into my frail body, the bones almost seem to relax under the water. 

Finally my whole body submerges into the blissful water, the bubbles tickling my face. The sweet smell calms my body almost clouding my scenes, I find my eyelids flutter with a peacefulness I haven't felt in a long time. Pushing the bubbles up like a blankets, I look around the room one more time, scanning, making sure no one else is in the room before closing my eyes completely.