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I sat on my throne, glaring up at the rafter that became N’essie’s final resting place. The throne room, after it had been thoroughly investigated, was now clean. The pirna wood floors were now shining in the mid-morning sun. It all looked too innocent, but what we found in that room will forever be burned into my memory. Even in death, N’essie was terrified. Her yellow eyes were open and her mouth was caught in a silent scream, portraying her absolute fear. They would pay for what they did to her. All of them will feel the fear that she endured for her entire life and that ultimately ended it.

I was so angry. Somehow, N’essie had been transported off the Enterprise and down to the surface, tortured and murdered. On top of that, Counselor Marcusi’s life hung in the balance. Aro and Caius had him abducted from his home, disappearing into thin air.

How did they get off the planet?

How did they get N’essie off the Enterprise without causing the alarms to go off?

How could any of this happen and how did I not know about it?

I clenched my hand into a fist, hissing as the sutures tore at my skin. The pain was nothing. I could withstand this pain. It was a reminder of what I needed to do to protect my people. And I would protect them. In my father’s name, in his honor, I’d save the Cygnarian people. For my mate, I’d fight for our love. For N’essie? I will avenge her death and make her captors suffer the same fate by my own hand. “I promise you,” I growled, looking down at the bandage on my palm. The blade I’d used to cut it was safely around my ankle. 

Bella's H'aaruune gown

Bella's ajur stone circlet

Edward's H'aaruune mourning suit

Edward's mourning circlet

Lanterns for the H'aaruune rite

N'essie's casket

Imperial Burial Ground

Elizabeth Cullen

Ceremonial Blade used for the Blood Oath

Modified Cygnarian Insignia

Renien Ocean 

Imperial Fighter

Aeroshuttle

Imperial Fleet: Cygnarus

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I sat on my throne, glaring up at the rafter that became N’essie’s final resting place. The throne room, after it had been thoroughly investigated, was now clean. The pirna wood floors were now shining in the mid-morning sun. It all looked too innocent, but what we found in that room will forever be burned into my memory. Even in death, N’essie was terrified. Her yellow eyes were open and her mouth was caught in a silent scream, portraying her absolute fear. They would pay for what they did to her. All of them will feel the fear that she endured for her entire life and that ultimately ended it.

I was so angry. Somehow, N’essie had been transported off the Enterprise and down to the surface, tortured and murdered. On top of that, Counselor Marcusi’s life hung in the balance. Aro and Caius had him abducted from his home, disappearing into thin air.

How did they get off the planet?

How did they get N’essie off the Enterprise without causing the alarms to go off?

How could any of this happen and how did I not know about it?

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“Edward, you’re going to wear out the bulkhead,” Mom chided. “Your mate is fine with your father. This conversation is a long-time coming.”

“Dad’s actions were very inconsiderate, Mom,” Elizabeth snickered. “Opinions are like assholes. We all have one and they most definitely stink.”

“Bolians don’t have assholes,” I whispered, looking down at the glittering green and blue orb below us. “Their bodily waste is reabsorbed into their bodies and excreted in the form of a gas.”

“Thank you, Emperor Smart Ass, for that wonderful biology lesson,” Elizabeth deadpanned. “Now, I know why my Bolian roommate from university always smelled like shit.” I shot my sister a withering glare. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice, Edward Anthony.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass, Elizabeth,” I grumbled.

“Edward, stop it,” Mom barked. “Apologize to your sister.”

“Sorry, Lizzie,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“And Elizabeth, stop goading him. He’s got enough on his plate without your sarcastic remarks,” Mom chided.

“Sorry, Edward. I didn’t mean to give you shit,” Elizabeth said, walking over to me and leaning her head on my shoulder. “What’s our next plan of attack?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I feel more confident about a fight knowing we have the Imperial Fleet.”

“I’m shocked that the Council of Elders didn’t inform you or Nirabelle of those vessels,” Mom scoffed.

“The Council of Elders are entrenched in this coup, Mom. I honestly don’t trust any of them,” I growled. “Even Counselor Marcusi has his own agenda, but Counselors Aro and Caius may be behind this. To what end? I don’t know and it’s incredibly frustrating. We need to pretend like we are unaware of their involvement, but they could be in contact with the Remans or Alphans.”

“Their transmissions are being closely monitored. Plus, any incoming or outgoing ship is being searched and checked before they are allowed to depart the Cygnarian system,” Mom explained. 

“Jasper suggested it after he heard about the Turulian cargo ship delivering the marchesian stones. The ships we’re boarding are not happy about it, but it’s a necessary evil of war.”