'Alarys Military Academy welcomes all the candidates to its doors. I would like to thank all the Kruvaryans for dispatching their youth to us. I may remind you again that this is not a sacrifice but a step towards the eternal prosperity of Kruvarys. Do your Army proud, so you do your Kingdom proud.' Alarys Military Academy was nothing more than a slaughterhouse and Gwen was one of the many sacrificial goats who were forcefully shoved into the entry trials this year. To live, she must survive. To live, she must bond with one of the fire-breathers. But even if she did survive the trials, she had to survive the military academy filled with the offspring of the generals who destroyed the lives of everyone in their Kingdom. However, later she figured out that she had more life-threatening problems in hand. In the Academy, a different sort of mystery awaited her and she couldn't help but think that there was something more sinister about the Military Academy than what met the eye. Bound with her enemy and the Governor General's handsomely infuriating son, Damian Thorndyke, she had to figure out the links between the magic of the lands and the sinister incidents that happened in the Academy every year. All her life, Gwen was considered an outcast for not having a magical moon stone just like every human on the lands. But now that she had the magic she yearned for, why did it seem like the magic in their lands was more of a curse than a blessing? ——— "You are no princess, Gwen," his fingers brushed her cheek as his twilight eyes bore into hers, "You are wild. A breathtakingly ethereal, murderous little venom. You bow to no one. And when I look at you? I am terrified. Terrified of the things that I would do for you." This is a fantasy-romance enemies to lovers trope. Update rate: 1-4 chapters every day, along with bonus chapters during the weekends. 1 super gift = 6 bonus chapters Do support me by sending a gift!
Gwen tried to reach out to Zyre but he wasn't responding. She frowned. He had been quite today.
She stepped out of the bed when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. She felt exhausted.
"Whoa, whoa, easy," Rose warned, grabbing her arm and steadying her. "You're not in condition to stand up yet."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gwen grumbled, trying to shrug off Rose's hand. But the moment she attempted to take a step forward, a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over her, almost making her collapse. The door to the infirmary burst open, and Thorndyke strode into the room. There was no mistaking the tension in his shoulders and the taut expression on his face.
However, his expression softened as soon as he saw Gwen standing by the bed, he crossed the room in quick strides, his eyes filled with worry.
"What in the world are you doing standing up?" he asked, disapproval clear in his voice, "You should be resting."