The Crimson Snow (A Realm of Chaos and Void #1)

Prelude

Seiren W. Elaris

500 BGW Years Ago. Before The Great War

Evren was waiting for her outside the bazaar. “Would you please pick one?”

he said from afar, looking annoyingly cute.

Seiren smiled sweetly at him.

“Why the rush? Weren’t you the one who offered to come with me? You can go,”

she said, knowing too well that he would stay. He always had. He always would.

She took the material in her hand. It was pretty and soft enough to make herself a nice dress.

Evren sighed, his eyes having a life of their own, a beautiful winter storm in them. “You know, I can always have a kelpie give me some of its hair. It is said that hags create the most stunning dresses out of it.”

Seiren puffed. “Right, as if you were friendly enough to get a kelpie into that plan of yours.”

She felt two arms pulling her closer to a strong chest and then a soft caress of his lips on the shell of her ear. “Should I remind you that I don’t need to be friendly? I just need to ask.”

Seiren couldn’t help but sigh before relaxing in his embrace.

“That is not very princely of you.”

He laughed, pulling her closer, and she adored these moments with him—how normal it was to have a life together. She looked at her hand again, a beautiful ring shining on her finger.

Evren had built a place for them full of books and love, and while they had their haven, she knew there were things to be discussed, like how his family would react when they found out they were getting married or the fact that she would age and die while he wouldn’t.

Sad as it was, Seiren could only hope to spend a small infinity of time with him, even if that was just a couple of years. “I am not that kind of prince. You pretty much thought I was some kind of monster.”

She laughed at that, her green eyes sparkling with amusement because she never imagined he would be this handsome and sweet person when they first met. “You were a wolf when I met you, and you still are, but you are also a prince.”

“Not for long,”

Evren said, turning her in his arms, and she rested her head on his chest, breathing him in.

“Not for long,”

Seiren repeated.

Softly, he put his fingers on her chin and lifted it so they were looking at each other once more, and Seiren knew that she had fallen in love again with him. This was the third time that day—over and over again, as in an endless loop.

“Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen?”

Evren had, countless times, and she still could not figure out how someone like him could find beauty in her ordinary self and plain green eyes. Yet, here they were.

My happily ever after.