SCHOOL OF MAGIC AND ENLIGHTENMENT THE LOST NEPHILIM

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

NICARRA'S POV

When the phone rang, I thought it was the perfect distraction and tried to teleport myself out of the room, but the prince held me at the point of completion of the spell and we were both lifted. The extra weight was too much for my mind to bear, so we landed midway of the journey back on his bed with him beneath me. I tried to scramble off him, but he swiftly changed our positions and laid on top of me, holding both of my hands in only one of his.

I struggle beneath him, trying to get out of his vice grip until I feel something rigid against my thigh and my blood runs cold with fear, as a million scenario's play in my head all at once. I look up at his face and see that his eyes are closed as he takes short, rapid breaths. Up close, I take him in and realise how handsome he is, with long lashes, a straight nose, and heart-shaped lips with a perfectly smooth face. He opens his eyes slowly and looks at me with his striking grey eyes. My fear is erased and replaced by a strong urge to claim him for myself as he leans closer, making my entire body shake beneath him in anticipation.

The door flings open, and in comes a dark-haired guy with green eyes with an older version of himself, followed by a woman who looks exactly like Lisa. We all look at ourselves in silence for a few minutes until the older man breaks the silence, clearly misunderstanding our situation and leaves with the rest of them. I hear the prince groan on top of me.

'Now everyone will think not only am I a cheater as well, just great!', he says angrily as he rolls away from me. I try to rise from his sheets but he turns around and points to me and says, 'Dont move'

'I cant stay here?!' I respond

'You are not going anywhere until you tell me exactly how and why you are here and we both explain to my parents that what they saw was a big misunderstanding.'

'As impossible as it may seem, I don't know why I ended up here.'

'Do you take me for a fool? You don't know how you got here? You! The teleporting witch.'

"I didn't say how, I said why.'

'Are you listening to yoursef right now? I am of a good mind to report you to the authorities.'

'Hey! look, I can explain...'

'Oh, first you couldn't explain it, but now you can.'

'I was trying to hide from someone and hid in a closet with a naked man.'

His eyes go black, then red before he growls at me in an animalistic voice, 'YOU WERE IN THE CLOSET WITH A NAKED MAN!'

'Yes! No! Not like that.'

'LIKE WHAT EXACTLY!' he responds as he crawls back on the bed slowly, and I instinctively move away from him.

'Warren, what's going on? We can hear your voice from the second floor?' says the young man who came in earlier. He comes in and shuts the door

'I JUST NEED A MINUTE LUCAS!' he responded, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me off the bed unto one of the expensive looking chairs in the room.

'YES LITTLE FLOWER, YOU WERE ABOUT TO ENLIGHTEN MY BROTHER AND I ABOUT YOUR MISADVENTURES WITH A NAKED MAN IN THE CLOSET.'

'Oh dear,' said Lucas

'It's not the way it sounds.' I say, looking at him.

'It is exactly how it sounds.' he says

'No, it's not! I told you I was running from someone.'

'Who?' Lucas asks

'My friend, Lisa called me and said the dragon king was on the premises, and I needed to hide.'

'My father is here?' Warren asks, looking at Lucas.

'All our parents are here, including Cecil's. Didn't you get my message, we've all been summoned'

'So you found out my father was on the premises, then what happened?'

'I was trying to leave my hostel when I saw a siren royal messenger, and I tried to hide from him because I couldn't reject a royal summon. I opened the closet door to hide but found a boy and girl in there with their clothes off. There wasn't time to do anything else, so I went in.'

'So how did you end up in my Warrens room?' Lucas asks

'The girl screamed when she saw me and ran out of the closet, I didn't want to get found, so I teleported and landed here.'

'Please watch her while I get dressed, dude. we'll all go downstairs together.' he says to Lucas before walking into an invisible door I never noticed.

'You're a little hell raiser, aren't you?' says Lucas to me mischievously.

'I need to leave, Nyssa will be worried about me.'

His countenance changes slightly at the mention of Nyssa's name, and I guess perhaps he feels guilty about what his friend did. At least someone is. Lucas walks back in the room dressed in a pair of dark blue pants and a light blue, long sleeved, button-down shirt with a pair of diamond cufflinks.

'Let's go,' he says, 'you too little flower'

'Stop calling me that, I want to leave now.'

'Don't test me,' Warren says

'Everyone may be afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you. You can not control me.

Apparently, nobody can control you. I doubt you can control yourself, seeing how easily you get entangled with naked men. What were you planning to do when you meet my father? To disrobe him as well?'

We both hear the noise of the impact of my hand on his face before I realise what I have just done. Within several days, I had assaulted the same crown prince twice. Angry tears fell from my face as he turned around, clearly surprised at my audacity..

'Woah,' says Lucas

'I may not be a royal, and I may be an orphan, and a monster and many of the other names that people call me, but I am not a harlot. People call me many things, but I don't react to their words. Do you know why? Its because I know they are true, and I probably deserve some of those names, but not this insult. And certainly not from a pompous, selfish, self-centered prick like you who cares more about his reputation with his mistress than the feelings his true mate!', I whisper as the pain from his words made breathing and talking difficult.

'How dare you?' he says, moving closer to me, but Lucas steps between us.

'Lucas!' he says, looking at his friend

Lucas doesn't look at him but opens the room door and leads me out of the room and down a long spiral staircase with gold rails, the walls are covered in expensive marble and the floor looks equally as expensive. Warren comes from behind us, grabs my hand, and pulls me away from Lucas into an adjacent room on the second floor, locking Lucas out.

He turns around to look at me, 'Listen to me, you ignorant, short, violent banshee. You don't even compare to Cecil in any way. Cecil is a great choice for a queen, she is comported, she's elegant, we are a great match and she will bear me sons.'

'So that's it? That's your explanation.You choose her over your true mate because she is a well-dressed, certified baby factory who would ensure you repopulate the earth? Well congratulations to you father Abraham, I guess there is nothing else to tell you except that you both are ignorant huge piles of royal s**t, who don't understand the true purpose of soul mates and only want to pump babies out like a fire hydrant.' I respond

'You don't know anything,' he says back to me, 'you are naive to believe that everyone would have the perfect life or the perfect love story. Well, some of us don't have that luxury. Some of us have responsibilities, obligations, and expectations we must fulfil. And to fulfil them, sacrifices have to be made. Even if it kills me inside, knowing I will never experience some joys, I have to because the needs of my people must always come before my own.'

'But how do you protect what you have never experienced? How do you guide them if you are yourself lost? How do you rule if you are incomplete?'

He looks at me, unable to answer.

'My grandmother says life is a lonely maze, but it is love that adds colour to it, that makes it beautiful and easier to navigate despite all of its imperfections. Call me naive, but I believe that when mates meet, the man automatically becomes a king because he builds his world around her and protects her within its walls. And for her, the size that would truly matter is the size of his heart because that is the dwelling place of her soul, the kingdom to which only she has the key. I believe that true mates do not seek perfection because it is the merging of their imperfections that makes every moment they are together perfect. Through the good and the bad, mates stick together, inspiring one another to be better and encouraging themselves through trials to persevere.'

He continues to look at me, saying nothing.

'They say heavy is the head which wears the crown, do not chose to carry your burdens alone. Your mate has been given to you to share it. If I find my mate, I would rather die than lose him because, for me, my mate would be an answered prayer, a prayer I have been making my entire life. His love would be the crown I would wear every day with pride. I would gladly double his joys and share his burdens. If we are blessed with children, then they would be a testament to our love together, and if we don't, I will be content knowing he bore witness to my existence. He will know that even though I offer little, I offer him all I have and all that I am. And no matter what happens, for whatever it is worth, I gladly share his destiny. This is my dream prince Warren, and like my chastity, I guard it jealously because I believe in my mate. I believe in him, and I am waiting for him. For the one this nameless girl can finally call hers, for the one who will complete me and finally give me an identity, I finish with tear filled eyes looking up at him.

'He will have to go through rigorous interrogation first.' said a strong voice I recognised very well, and the aura in the entire room changes.

We both turned in surprise at the direction of the voice, startled to find three huge men sitting in different arm chairs across the room, their power almost suffocating the air. Prince Warren bows, and so do I.

'Rise' says the deepest baritone voice I have ever heard. Prince Warren and I both stand, and my uncle, Prince Resus, rises from his seat and hugs me deeply.

'You silly girl,' he says, 'Is my name not strong enough an identity that you must give the honour to a complete stranger?' As he cleans my tears and hugs me again.

'Sa ba ne oud rime si hi ou pe sale? (Are we not worthy of the honour to call you our daughter?)' he asks me softly

'Oud pe ma, gire. Ma syda ko pa be ti brud (The honour is mine, uncle. I'm sorry for bringing trouble to you.)' I respond. He nods in response, still holding me, and we stand like that for a few minutes. I untangle myself from my uncle's embrace and walk with him towards the two sitting kings.

'Your majesties, I present to you my niece Nicarra.' My uncle says, and I bow down again.

'Nicarra, this is Alpha Jared, king of the Lycans, Andrew that is the Lord of all dragons, the dragon king. I look up and find the dragon king staring into a glass cup filled with alcohol, before he looked up at me with his grey eyes, identical to Warrens.