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Underneath the coldness of my skin

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

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The prince came looking for you

As Celeste makes her way toward the royal kitchen, her heart shakes with uncertainty. Every ounce of her being screams at her to run back into his arms. It's ridiculous, because she knows very well that it's the last thing she has the right to do in this Great palace of Elyzhn.

A sigh escapes Celeste's lips as she steps into the kitchen, her mind unable to shake the thoughts of the wolf prince even for a moment.

In the dimly lit kitchen, Celeste notices a maid pouring water into a delicate cup. She's the only one present in the kitchen, with the hour growing late. The stillness of the night amplifies the sound of the water cascading down, echoing through the quiet space like a gentle melody.