Buvi_Sailor

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators.

However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding.
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"Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?"

Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally.

Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk.

“You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely.

Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king?

“My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily.

Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm.

“No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress.

Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? 

Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” 

“You stole it, little birdie.”

[SLOW BURN]

The Hawk and The Flamebound: Breaking Dawn

Eros smiled at the little sparrow, taking her bloodied hands in his. His brow furrowed at the sight, displeasure flickering across his face. Though he despised the idea of dirtying her delicate fingers, he had needed to confirm his suspicion, and more importantly to test the true strength of her ability.

He didn't forget to notice the trace of black smoke which curled around the rotten flesh disappeared within her flames.

Without a word, Eros unraveled the tippet from his arm and began wiping her hands clean. The pristine fabric, embroidered with golden silk threads, quickly darkened as it soaked up the blood.

Mirabella's eyes widened in horror. She immediately tried to pull her hands back, but Eros held them firmly, his touch gentle.

"Your Majesty, please let go," she pleaded, her voice laced with panic. "If someone sees this…"

Flush and Frustrations