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

Mirabella stood in the grand hall, her gaze drifting over the artisans as they replaced the aged decors with the new designs she'd given them. The clink of tools and the soft rustle of fabric echoed through the vast space, yet she heard none of it.

It had been over an hour since she escaped from the king's grasp, but her mind refused to obey her. It clung to the dungeon. To his words.

Do you know what your most serious offense is, little birdie?

The memory played in an endless loop, refusing to leave her ears and mind.

After carefully thinking over it, she confessed, "I burned your book." That had to be it, she thought. After all, burning the book from Hall of Void, which held significant use to the king, must be the gravest offense she could imagine.

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

A theft so serious