Chapter 147 - Aureth Vale

Chapter 147 - Aureth Vale
Corvan POV

I felt her before I saw her.

Sahiyra never hunted quietly, but she moved with purpose, and purpose has a weight to it. I turned from the window just as she stepped into the corridor alcove, firelight catching in her hair, her expression calm and unreadable in that way that always meant decisions had already been made.

“Walk with me,” she said.

Not a request.

We didn’t go far. Just out of the main flow, into a narrow passage lined with old stone and older wards. She stopped, turned to face me, and for a moment I saw it. The crack in the queen. The mother beneath the crown.

“I need eyes near Aureth Vale,” she said quietly. “Not hovering. Not interfering. Watching. Guarding. From a distance.”

My spine straightened instinctively. “The children.”

“Yes.” Her jaw set. “I want you. And three elite guardians. The best. Quiet. Untraceable.”

There it was. The trust. Heavy as a blade pressed into my hands.

I dropped to one knee without thinking. “I won’t allow harm to touch them,” I said, the vow tearing out of me raw and absolute. “Not by claw, blade, magic, or fate.”

Sahiyra’s breath hitched once. She nodded. “I know.”

Dismissed, but not sent away. I moved fast after that. Found the others in minutes. No explanations needed. Elite guardians didn’t ask why. They asked when.
We packed light. Weapons warded. Cloaks layered with suppression runes. No banners. No symbols. Ghost work.

Then I went below. The basement always smelled like iron and old bargains. They came as soon as I stepped into the circle, shadows peeling off the walls, eyes burning low and hungry. My demons smiled with too many teeth.

“Ah,” one hissed, delighted. “The academy. So many doors. So many young powers.”

Another leaned closer, voice slick. “You can help the rebellion infiltrate it. Just a whisper. A path. You owe...”

“Yes,” I said, and felt them purr in triumph.

Then I turned and walked away. They didn’t understand yet. They would. Eventually. When it was too late.

I was done belonging to anything that wanted the world to burn.

I packed the last of my things in silence. When we regrouped, Sahiyra and Elarin were already waiting, the air between them humming. The portal opened clean and sharp, and the forest spilled through, cool and green and alive.

“There’s a house for you,” Sahiyra said, pressing a key into my palm. Old iron. Deep wards. “In the woods to the east. Far enough not to be seen. Close enough to move fast.”

Her hand lingered over mine. “My heart is with you, Corvan.”

Elarin stepped forward then, solid and steady, and before I could stop myself I was pulled into them both. The embrace hit harder than any blow. I closed my eyes and took it in, the warmth, the belonging, and the proof that this choice mattered.

Then we moved. Fast, and silent. Through the portal and into the trees, cloaks drawn, magic folded tight. We found the cabin tucked between ancient roots before anyone could notice four new shadows slipping into the world.

From a distance, I would guard them. From the dark, I would bleed for them.

And if the rebellion came anywhere near those children?

They would learn exactly where my loyalty lay.
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Vaelira POV

The courtyard stones were still warm when we landed, and the last shimmer of the portal sealed behind us with a sound like a held breath finally released.

Aureth Vale rose around us in pale stone and living magic, towers wrapped in ivy that glowed faintly, and banners stirring without wind. The air itself felt… awake. Curious. Like the academy was already watching us back.

We stood there for exactly three seconds.

Then Calix broke first.

“So this is where legends are traumatized,” he said brightly, already craning his neck. “I like it.”

Arielle elbowed him hard enough to make him grunt. “Try not to embarrass us in the first five minutes.”

“No promises.”

We moved as a cluster toward the main hall, our boots echoing on polished stone, and our eyes everywhere. Even Brennar looked faintly awed, though he hid it well. Korrin didn’t bother hiding anything, spinning in a slow circle with a low whistle. Elmyra’s presence cooled the buzz just enough to keep it from tipping into chaos.

The front desk sat beneath a wide arch of runes and crystal, glowing softly. And behind it stood a woman who looked like she had personally decided this place would feel safe.

She was pretty, plump, and warm in every possible sense, her cheeks rosy, and her hair pinned back in loose curls, eyes bright with delight as we approached. She clasped her hands together when she saw us.

“Well, welcome to Aureth Vale, royals,” she said cheerfully, her voice rich and friendly. “You’re right on time.”

Calix puffed up immediately. Arielle kicked his ankle.
The woman didn’t miss a beat. She moved fast, magic humming around her fingers as she gathered our information from the air itself. “Let’s see, let’s see. Yes, all accounted for. Oh, I love a full cohort.”

She slid a neat stack of sleek, dark network pads across the counter, followed by crystalline keys that shimmered faintly, and folded maps etched with glowing pathways.

“Here you go, loves,” she said. “Network pads, room keys, maps of the school and grounds. And just so you know,” she added with a conspiratorial grin, “everything is also accessible through the network pad. Schedules, messages, directories, emergency alerts, dining menus, library access, the works.”

Calix’s eyes lit up. “It has menus?”

“Multiple,” she said solemnly.

I felt a smile tug at my mouth despite myself. She pointed down the hall to where a wide, circular platform of glass and magic pulsed softly. “Magical elevator’s just there. Straight to the top floor. You’re the only ones up there.”

Korrin blinked. “The entire floor?”

“Yes, dear.”

“That seems excessive,” Brennar murmured.

She waved him off fondly. “You’re royals.”

We hurried toward the elevator like it might vanish if we didn’t move fast enough. The platform hummed as we stepped on, and light threaded around us, lifting smoothly upward. The doors slid open to reveal an entire floor carved in pale stone and dark wood, lit by wide windows and floating light orbs.

Eleven doors lined the hall. Private. All of them. The noise was immediate.

Calix whooped. Arielle laughed. Korrin nearly vibrated out of his skin. Even Kaelith’s control cracked just enough to let awe slip through. Elmyra’s breath caught softly.

“This is…” Nimira began, then stopped, words unnecessary.

I walked to the door marked with my name without really thinking, key warm in my hand. The lock responded instantly, magic recognizing me, and yielding.

The door swung open. I stopped dead. It looked like home.

Not just similar. Not inspired by. It felt like my room at Moonveil. The same deep tones. The same careful balance of open space and quiet corners. My desk. My bed. Even the placement of the window felt intentional, moonlight already pooling there like it had always known where to fall.

My chest tightened. My parents. They hadn’t just prepared me for Aureth Vale. They’d brought a piece of my sanctuary with me.

Tears burned instantly. I blinked hard, furious with myself, and wiped at my eyes with the heel of my hand.

“Nope,” I muttered. “Not doing that. Not today.”

This year was about me. Not legacy. Not expectation. Me.

I flopped backward onto the bed, my wings rustling awkwardly, and stared at the ceiling while the sounds of my siblings echoed through the hall. Doors opening. Exclamations. Laughter. Someone shouting about window views. Someone else arguing over room size even though they were all massive.

I breathed. Then I sat up and unpacked.

Methodically. Precisely. Everything went where it belonged. Books aligned. Clothing folded. Weapons placed within easy reach but not on display. By the time I was done, the room felt right.

Grounded.

I stepped back into the hall and clapped once.

“Alright. Everyone alive?”

A chorus of yeses, one maybe, and a loud “define alive” answered me.

“Good. Let’s go eat.”

The dining hall was enormous.

Not just large, but intentionally overwhelming. Long tables, warm light, and steam rising from dish after dish. An all-you-can-eat buffet stretched farther than seemed reasonable, food from every region of Verdance represented.

Korrin made an actual noise.

Plates piled up fast. Too fast. Calix tried to stack food vertically. Arielle smacked his hand away before it toppled. Brennar loaded protein like he was preparing for a siege. Elmyra selected carefully, her eyes curious. Kaelith chose with quiet precision.

We sat, eating, laughing, trading observations, talking shit about who was going to fail which class first. There were other students here already, scattered and cautious, watching us with open curiosity. Royals were hard to miss.

I was mid-bite when my neck prickled. Not danger.
Something else. I froze. Slowly, I looked up.

He had just walked through the doors.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair falling into eyes the color of actual gold. He moved like he didn’t need to hurry, like the world would wait if he asked it to. Magic curled around him instinctively, old and bright and unmistakable.

My breath left me. Floating. That was the only word for it.

Mate?

The thought hit so hard my vision blurred.

Before I had any say in the matter, my body moved. Chair scraped. I was standing. Walking. Stopping directly in front of him.

Too close. I looked up at him, my mouth open like I’d forgotten how words worked.

“Hi,” I breathed.

He blinked. Then laughed, low and warm and entirely unfair.

“Hey.”

And then he walked past me. Just… walked away.

I stood there for a full second too long, heat flooding my face, before I turned sharply and fled back to the table, pretending very hard that nothing had happened.

Arielle stared at me.

Calix grinned slowly. “So.”

“No,” I said immediately.

Korrin leaned in. “Was that...”

“No.”

Elmyra’s lips twitched. Kaelith watched me with quiet intensity.

I picked up my fork, stabbed a piece of food I didn’t remember choosing, and focused on chewing.

School had officially begun.

And apparently, it had jokes.
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Aethren POV

I hadn’t planned to sit here. That was the problem.

I grabbed my plate from the buffet, half paying attention, my instincts humming louder than they had any right to. Meat. Carbs. Something fried. Something else I didn’t remember choosing. Dragons ate like this when their minds were elsewhere.

Then I turned. And she was there. Fuck.

She sat among them like she belonged at the center of gravity itself. Dark hair, silver-violet eyes, power coiled so tight beneath her skin it made my scales itch. Serpent-dragon. Hybrid. Rare as hell. Beautiful in a way that punched straight through my chest.

My mate.

The word landed heavy and undeniable.

I stopped walking too late, sat down closer than I meant to, and heat flared under my skin. I stared. I knew I was staring. Couldn’t stop. Damn, she was hot. Not just pretty. Not just striking. Hot in that dangerous, end-of-the-world way that rewired your future without asking permission.

This was not the plan.

The plan had involved freedom. Too much flirting. Too many almosts. Years before choosing anything permanent.

I scowled at my plate like it had betrayed me.

She glanced up, her eyes brushing mine, and my dragon surged, roaring approval, ancient and smug.

Mine.

I felt eyes on me. A lot of them.

I looked up and realized every single person at that table was staring. Great.

I flipped them off without thinking.

One of them, white-blonde and terrifyingly confident, barked, “You know we’re the royals, right?”

My blood froze. Oh. Shit.

Heat drained from my face. I scrambled to stand, and my chair scraped loudly. “I...sorry. I didn’t... I mean..”

Brilliant. Truly inspiring. “Didn’t know.”