The king's eyes
Get used to it

Satine

In a month, it’s the big gathering.

My father gave me his seat at the big meeting for this year. During this assembly, all the major projects for the coming year proposed by all the people will be listed.

If they are achievable and potentially beneficial, we can discuss how to implement them, and weigh the cost against the expected result.

I admit that I have above all in my sights this great evening which precedes, it is THE evening of the year.

I won’t be against a bang... Hoping that my dear friend will be there.

I haven’t seen him yet. I let him breathe after the vicious trap I set for him.

My uncles gave me a lot of their time to tell me about their lives, the history of their families, their companions, and each of the children.

Chérine is Rarkar’s eldest daughter, I had the opportunity to meet her three years ago. Since then, she has been at the head of the southern section of the territory, so it’s complicated to meet.

She’s almost 30, I think...

She is formidable and very seductive, with black hair, green eyes, smoldering gaze, dark humor, devilish smile, pointed canines, and class to spare... The top of demonic female domination.

She is very demanding and never gives up, my idol basically.

Rarkar had no other children. I have the impression that it is not so easy to conceive when you are of another species than humans or wizards. It is very common to come across a supernatural family with only one child, or two at most.

Question of the balance of nature perhaps? Humans are much more vulnerable than other races, so that makes sense to me.

Rikon had two late sons. Zied at my age and his brother, Fanur at 25. They are quite cool but not very involved, they don’t like to get tired too much and it suits them well if things are managed for them, they are not in demand for particular tasks, so they are mainly executants. Go get food or guard the cells, for example.

They try to teach me to change the color of my eyes to red, but I can’t...

They also like to see how I can guess people’s personality traits. The three of us sit in a corner of the large room where meals are taken for those who want to eat in the community, and they ask me about this or that individual. Posture, facial features, or attitudes speak a lot, and emotions too.

So in general, I’m all good, and sometimes I can even see their attraction to another person. Zied tells me that I am very love-oriented, sometimes we are more sensitive to perceiving one feeling than another, apparently.

I think I practiced all those years trying to figure out if Romeo felt something for me.

Fanur warned me about this ability, it is better to keep this kind of information to myself and not intervene in relationships, to protect myself. That’s a good point. I will listen to his advice.

My uncles want me to take a little tougher combat training than I usually get.

So every morning for two weeks, Kerni has made me work alone or with other young demons.

He wants me to become more resistant to shocks, so they have carte blanche to beat me up during close combat...

I hurt all over...

Waking up is more and more painful in the morning…

In the afternoon, Ragorn makes me work on the manipulation of fire, I had high hopes on this point but for the moment it is not yet there.

He tells me that this is normal and that I have to familiarize myself with the element for a long time, to work on my energy to link it to his. So we do a lot of concentration exercises.

Soon I will start following a militia patrolling an underground section and an outdoor patch.

Ragorn will follow me everywhere, we will continue to work on the manipulation of fire, and the capture of energy every evening.

Romeo

I’m alone in the big office, with my glass of whiskey.

I watch the large torch light up the room.

The fire... The flames... These flames of hell dance like this diabolical woman who haunts my days and nights.

Seeing her again will be my loss.

She grew up, she is a woman… And what a woman.

My little teenage crush has become the dangerous fire of demanding need, which ravages the mind...

What she did that night...

She had no restraint, no embarrassment in saying that I belonged to her from day one.

She crushed me with her audacity, and her ambition to possess me...

I had a hard time getting over it after she left.

I can’t let her. I can’t let her destroy everything. There are other women... I had other women...

And then shit!

Sound of glass breaking against the wall

There’s only her...

There has always been only her in my head... Never mind the women who have occupied my bed...

I’m screwed, finished, I’m just a puppet from the start...

It’s been three weeks, I haven’t seen her.

I dare to hope that she has chosen to finally be reasonable. Let her let me lead my life and resume the course of hers.

She’s with the Keranite Militia… My colleague runs the eastern underground and surface section.

When we meet, she greets me, she observes me but does not provoke me.

It remains brief and friendly. I don’t know what she’s playing... If she’s playing anything. But it unsettles me.

I try to act as normal as possible, even if I’m flustered when she’s around. As long as she doesn’t try anything, everything is fine.

She is professional and her remarks are relevant, she is focused on the work. She glares at me at times but remains formal.

We are moving forward slowly in serenity to work together and that is good.

I replace my friend little by little and I like it.

Even though I can’t help looking at her like I’m waiting for her to try something. She’s so beautiful... And dangerous.

She’s vice incarnate and it’s fucking attractive.

The temptation is even more burning when you know that giving in will destroy everything.

"Romeo, this week is the big gathering, are you going?" She asked me.

"Yes, I have to be there, all the heads of sections go there, not only the representatives of the species or the communities. And you, do you want to go there? With your father ?" I asked my turn.

"My father lets me go in his place for this year. I don’t know about these festivities yet but I can’t wait. And the city of Narsir that hosts it is apparently magnificent." She said, enthusiastic.

"Yes, it’s very beautiful. The elves and fairies have gone to great lengths with the other species to make it both urban and natural. It is an excellent example of a city designed for the welfare of all surface races combined. The streets and buildings are natural material, the city is very flowery, there are streams and small lakes, the walls are decorated with plants and there are fruit trees everywhere.

The Great Hall is a large glass palace. Everything is respectful of nature and the inhabitants are charming. You’ll like it." I told her, thoughtful.

After a few seconds, she says:

"...You think I gave up, don’t you?"

… She was not so far, after all, the demonic Satine.

"Satine... I don’t think anything, I just want everything to go well for you and for me.

We are here, I am happy to replace you, to replace my friend. Put all that aside..."

She doesn’t answer me, but her look speaks for her...

She will never stop...