THE COURT WHISPER
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The moment I stepped out of the ritual chamber, the world felt wrong.
The air was colder. The torches that lined the hallway flickered as if shrinking away from me. And every sound the rustle of fabric, the distant footsteps, the whisper of the wind felt painfully sharp, like my senses had been stretched too thin.
Orion walked a step ahead, but his posture was different now tense, guarded, like he expected something to attack us at any second.
Or maybe…
like he expected me to.
I swallowed, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Why are they staring?”
There were guards lining the corridor, but none of them saluted the King. None bowed. They just… stared. Eyes widened, throats bobbing, fear rolling off them in waves.
One whispered—barely audible, but with my enhanced senses, I caught every word.
“She carries the Mark.”
Another replied, trembling, “Impossible. Only the royal blood—”
“Silence,” Orion snapped without even turning his head.
They dropped instantly to their knees.
I froze.
He didn’t even raise his voice, yet the entire corridor seemed to bow to his command.
“Keep walking,” he murmured.
But my feet wouldn’t move.
“No,” I whispered. “Tell me what’s happening. Why are they looking at me like I’m—like I’m a monster?”
Orion turned slowly. His silver eyes locked on mine cold, unreadable, but with a hint of something else beneath.
“Because the last person who bore a King’s Mark…”
He paused.
“…destroyed half the kingdom.”
My heart dropped. “What?”
“The power bonded to them became unstable. Their mind fractured. Their wolf became feral.”
“I’m not like that,” I said immediately, shaking my head.
His gaze softened by a fraction.
“No. But the Court doesn’t know you. And they fear what they don’t understand.”
I opened my mouth to reply when a door nearby slammed open.
Two Court nobles stepped out, dressed in dark velvet and adorned with silver chains. Their eyes landed on me and their faces went pale.
One of them whispered a word that made my stomach twist.
“Cursed.”
The other nodded quickly. “Marked.”
Orion’s aura erupted so violently the entire hallway shook. The torches flared blue. The nobles were thrown to their knees, choking for breath as invisible pressure crushed them to the floor.
“No one,” Orion said, voice low and dangerous, “will speak of her like that.”
My breath hitched.
Everyone in the corridor dropped flat to the ground in fear.
Orion turned to me, jaw tight.
“You see now? This is why I didn’t want the Court involved.”
“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I whispered.
“You think I did?” His voice wavered for the first time. “The Mark shouldn’t exist anymore. I buried it with my predecessors.”
“Then why did it choose me?”
He hesitated just a second but I caught it.
“I don’t know,” he said softly.
The room suddenly shifted my senses tingled. A chill crept up my spine. My vision blurred, colors smearing together like paint dripping underwater.
I blinked.
The hallway flickered.
And suddenly
I saw them.
Shadowy figures standing behind the guards. Eyes glowing. Whispering. Watching me. Their voices slithered into my skull.
“Bound one…”
“…awaken…”
“…you are chosen…”
I stumbled backward with a gasp.
“Orion—”
He grabbed my shoulders instantly. “What do you see?”
“Something’s—there’s someone—”
I pointed, but the shadows vanished.
Just… gone.
Orion’s expression darkened.
“The Mark is enhancing your sight. Spirits will be drawn to you now.”
“Spirits?” I choked out. “No. No. Absolutely not—”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice until it was almost gentle.
“Eira. Listen to me.”
His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face up.
“You are not alone. I will teach you to control this.”
“How?” I whispered.
His eyes locked on mine silver burning like moonlit fire.
“By staying close to me,” he said.
“Very close.”
My breath caught.
But before I could reply
a roar of trumpets echoed through the palace.
A guard sprinted toward us, kneeling instantly.
“Your Majesty! The High Council demands immediate assembly. It’s about… her.”
Orion’s jaw clenched.
“Of course it is,” he muttered.
Then he looked at me.
“Stay by my side,” he said. “No matter what happens in there.”
I nodded, unsure, terrified, but unable to look away from him.
He offered his hand.
Control.
Power.
Danger.
I placed mine in his.
And together, we walked toward the High Council chamber
where my fate waited like a blade at my throat.
The doors to the Council Wing loomed ahead tall, dark, carved with ancient symbols that pulsed faintly as we approached. Every step made my palms sweat. My heartbeat pounded so loud I swore the entire palace could hear it.
Orion didn’t slow down.
He held my hand firmly, possessively, like letting go meant inviting the world to tear me apart.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel safe or trapped.
Maybe both.
As we reached the final corridor before the Council Hall, I caught it again a flicker in the corner of my eye. A shadow leaning against a pillar, tilting its head like it was amused by me.
I blinked.
It vanished.
I clenched Orion’s hand tighter. “They’re following me.”
“Spirits will trail you until you learn to shield,” he said, not breaking stride. “They sense new power. They always come to test it.”
“Well, someone should tell them to mind their business,” I muttered.
Orion actually huffed a soft laugh quiet, short, but real.
“Eira,” he said, giving me a sideways glance, “if you talk back to spirits, you may become more frightening than they are.”
“I’m already frightening to your entire Court,” I shot back.
His smile faded. “They fear what they don’t understand. They’ll learn.”
I didn’t reply. Because deep down, I wasn’t sure I understood myself either.
When we turned the final corner, a cluster of nobles stood waiting—silk robes, gemstone crowns, polished masks of superiority. But the moment they saw me, whispers sliced through the air like knives.
“Is that her?”
“The Marked girl?”
“Bad omen…”
“She shouldn’t be allowed in—”
Orion’s aura hit them like a tidal wave.
Silence.
Instant.
He didn’t even look at them when he spoke.
“One more word,” he said, voice dangerously calm, “and I’ll tear the tongues from your skulls.”
Several nobles trembled. One actually fainted.
I swallowed hard.
I knew Orion was powerful but seeing the entire elite circle of the kingdom curl in fear at just one sentence…
I suddenly realized how much danger I’d been in all along.
And how much danger he could be to me too.
But he kept walking, gently pulling me with him.
Right before we reached the Council Hall doors, he stopped abruptly and turned to face me.
My breath hitched.
His hand slid up, cupping my face firm, warm, grounding.
“Eira.”
I froze.
“You cannot show fear in front of them,” he said softly. “They’ll latch onto it. Rip it open. Use it to hurt you.”
The intensity in his eyes burned straight through me.
“Stand tall,” he murmured. “Look them in the eye. You carry a power they cannot begin to comprehend.”
“I didn’t ask for this power,” I whispered.
His thumb brushed my cheek, slow… intimate.
“Power rarely asks permission.”
My chest tightened. “And if I mess up?”
“You won’t.”
His voice dropped, rough and low.
“Because I’ll be right here.”
He let his hand linger for a second longer long enough to make my pulse jump before he finally stepped back.
Then the massive doors creaked open.
The Council Hall was circular, grand, glowing with harsh white fire. Dozens of high-ranking figures stood waiting. Their eyes turned to me immediately hungry, hostile, curious, terrified.
The moment my foot crossed the threshold—
whispers exploded like wildfire.
“That’s her—”
“The Mark—”
“She’s cursed—”
“No ordinary wolf could survive that—”
“She’ll bring ruin—”
“Kill her now before it’s too late—”
I sucked in a sharp breath
—and Orion’s power crashed out of him like a storm.
A shockwave.
A warning.
A promise.
The entire hall shook.
“ENOUGH,” he snarled.
The torches guttered. The fire dimmed. A few Council members staggered.
Orion stepped in front of me, shoulders squared, radiating raw dominance.
“This girl,” he growled, “stands under my protection.”
Murmurs rippled through the room.
“But most importantly…”
He stepped aside, revealing me again.
“…she stands under the Mark of a King. One that CHOSE her.”
Gasps. Denials. Fear.
I lifted my chin remembering his words.
Stand tall.
Don’t show fear.
I met the Council’s gaze without flinching.
And for the first time, the whispers hesitated.
A thin, dangerous smile curved on Orion’s lips as if he approved.
But then—
a cold, icy voice cut through the chamber.
“Very touching, Your Majesty.”
A figure stepped out of the shadows.
Tall. Cloaked. Eyes like dead stars.
A High Councilor.
And the most feared among them.
“But you forget one thing…”
Their gaze slid to me, sharp enough to wound.
“…the last Mark Bearer destroyed a kingdom.”
My throat tightened.
“And we,” the Councilor continued, “will not let history repeat itself.”
The entire chamber erupted
shouts, accusations, demands.
But I didn’t hear any of it.
Because the moment that shadowy Councilor looked at me…
…I saw it again.
A spirit.
Standing behind him.
Smiling.
Whispering.
“She will fall.”
A chill ran down my spine.
The Council had made up its mind.
This wasn’t a meeting.
It was a threat.
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