The Daughter Of The Sun

Chapter Six

Helion raised his hands with a grace that would have been impossible for a mere mortal. The marble walls looked even whiter when the light reflected on them, the sun seemed to be bathed in gold, setting off waves and strands of gold through the white clouds.

That was one of the oldest libraries of the day court, one that Amarantha had not managed to destroy and was notorious for the spine of its books, how much Helion loved them. The parchments were yellowish and a good part of the characters that appeared there were certainly of very forgotten languages, but Lucien had the slight impression that Helion certainly knew a good part of those languages.

"What should I do?" He questioned, trying to keep himself in position and at the same time focus on what seemed to be coming.

“Like I said before, just focus on magic. Try to feel it pulse as part of your blood. You have to understand her,” Helion explained again in a poetic tone that made a redhead snort.

He wasn't wrong, but not everyone had such a view of magic or its presence.

Lucien could still feel how before she felt like iron and blood on his tongue. Now a wave of heat was coming towards him. Whispers, whispers and he could feel it. His whole body shivered and the fey grinned.

It was easy to undo.

Boosting the magic within his chest the red hairs became luminous like newly ignited flames and before Helion's spell touched the prince, he dissipated it into the air.

The pride stamped on the grand lord's face was notorious, but before Lucien could smile, another spell was cast towards him.

“Don't disconnect, don't disconnect. Feel the magic around you at all times, enchant her, make her fall in love with you and hug you like her first lover.” There was seduction in Helion's voice, there was a sweet and almost malicious tone. His eyes sparkled like the sun itself, and this time Lucien's skin burned.

He couldn't relax. Not when he trained with Helion. Not when he had so much love in his eyes for what he taught.