I slipped through the attendees, my steps calculated, my back as straight as a king on his own throne. I saw her.
Eliza.
She shone even among the flickering torches, as if the moon had decided to dress in flesh and bone. Everyone looked at her, yes, but no one saw her as I did. No one could smell the trembling beneath her skin, feel the clash of her soul against mine like lightning trapped in a crystal cage.
Because she no longer belonged to me by destiny alone, and I had made sure that not even she herself would deny what we have.
I smiled. Not mockingly, but with the satisfaction of one who has placed all the pieces and calmly awaits checkmate. She clung to that stupid Beta, as if he could save her. But she was already mine.
The Dragon Fire Flower leaves no room for doubt, she burns for me, even though her mind still tries to resist, it had been an incredible idea to use it.
