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A story about a place that neither exists in maps or history books, this place was called Athame.

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"The root of every fear is the unknown, yet how can one fear what they cannot grasp? Tch... how misleading." His voice, deep and rough, sent an involuntary shiver through her as he closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

With a slow, predatory grace, his fingers brushed along her jaw, settling on a strand of her scarlet hair, his touch deceptively tender. "Knowing me will matter little," he whispered darkly, his breath warm against her skin. "For even in the shadows of uncertainty, you will come to fear... and desire me all the same."

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Aricia, born with extraordinary abilities in a world that fears anything out of the ordinary, was destined for a marriage alliance to secure peace between kingdoms. 

But on the day of her engagement, her entire family is slaughtered—by the very family she was meant to marry into. 

Grief-stricken and consumed by vengeance, Aricia swore to destroy those who betrayed her. She would wield the very power they had feared against them, seeking justice with no mercy. After years on the run, she found shelter within an elemental clan, hiding her abilities and keeping to the shadows.

But her carefully constructed peace shattered in a single moment. A burning touch, a chance encounter with his haunting gray eyes—an unknown force within her stirred, threatening to unravel her carefully guarded secrets and the fragile balance of magic, madness, and vengeance she had built....

Vengeance Through Passion

"I never knew you liked shopping," Freya mused, a teasing smile curving her lips as she watched her friend weave through the clothing stands. 


"Me neither," Aricia replied with a small laugh, her fingers brushing over the smooth fabric of a sky-blue dress. "But it's actually fun. For all it's worth, Master Vincent actually paid me for the two months I worked for him." Her eyes sparkled as she pulled out a glittering white gown. "I figured it would be nice to get fancy things for myself." 


Freya raised a brow, folding her arms as she leaned against the wooden pole that held up the canopy of the small boutique stall. The market square of Ysadora was bustling behind them, filled with the hum of voices, the occasional neigh of horses, and the scent of roasted almonds and burning sage. The air was thick with sunshine and cheer, yet Aricia’s smile somehow managed to outshine even the golden morning light. 


Chapter 86| Who Cares What The World Thinks