The hall was utterly silently. Everybody were chating to themselves quietly waiting
for the new scene to be shown. But the hall was too quiet. There was no talking back between Antares and Coventina. Many noticed the absence of the Heir of the Most Noble House of the Black. The Black Prince some would whispers. The first to have notice his absense was non other than the one he called déesse. She had watched as Antares stood up and walked out of the hall
with a cold aura. His luminous eyes was icy.

The tension was palpable as the nobles turned to one another, silently speculating about the source of his anger. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the faint noise of shuffling feet and whispered conversations between the nobles. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and uncertainty.

Remina asked herself if she should go after him or not. Her heart torn, she saw that her seem to be keeping a lot from her. In the future, maybe it because he does not trust her. She can understand it, she will learn to understand it. Sirius too, she remembered had trust issues so maybe Antares had takes it from him. She will try her best for her son to trust her, she would never judge him.

She turned to look at Sirius─who let out a sigh with a grim glint in his eyes. He was probably thinking the same thing as she was thinking. Sirius, after all will not be there for their son. He will not see hin grow up, he will see his first prank, and he will not know the first time he started being like a Black, a dramatic one with a black heart.

Before Remina could try to go after her son, someone else had already beat her at hit. If someone was going to after Antares, it was noticeable for the person in question to be the one who claim to hate him. His one and only goddess, the one who hang stars and even the moon.

She was like the deep sea that drown
him in. Her figure was both ethereal and intimidating, like the sea that surrounded Antares. She was as beautiful as the stars that filled the night sky and as powerful
as the moon that shone above them all.

Coventina may say how much she hates Antares Black and everyone would believe it from how much times she would rejected him but nobody knew that every nights she was healing all his demons. Coventina is and always will be Antares' only way of salvation and hell will break lose if anyone try to take his déesse away from him. He will let world burn for her, he will burn it.

Every eyes followed Coventina like an owls, she made her way out of the hall and walk down one of them halls. Her feet taking her to Antares' dorm, a chamber that describe the beauty of the stars and the burning fire of the universe. The chamber was hot, too much. It was burning with heat, something that no weak or light wizards could take. It made Coventina shivers, the heat made her shivers, how amusing.

But even if the chamber was burning with hotness, Antares was not seen in it. And she knee only one place where Antares would be in. The forbidden forest was her answer.

Apparating in the forest, she searched for her sinner. She walked listening to birds singing quietly. She ignored the moonling reflects on her skin. She ignored how chilly and free she feels as she searches for him.

Her eyes softened as she heard the whistle sound, a melodic and peaceful rhythm that would enchant anyone in an endless sleep.
Coventina follows the sound and follow the rhythms as she too start whistling softly.

In that moment Antares had no choice but to face the heiress who had captured his heart and soul. It was a sight to behold—a water goddess who could kill any man with just a glance, and a coldhearted prince who could bend the world to his will. Tension can be sense in the forest.

Antares tried to act distant, but it didn't work. Just one glance from her was enough to soften his resolve, to make him forget about his anger, his pride, everything. He couldn't help the way he felt. He was some—one cruel and a man of many flaws, but this woman was the only thing in the world that could make him want to be better.

Coventina was standing in the middle of the forest while Antares was sitting against a tree, eyes locked, the quietest spot in the room. The silence was almost palpable, as if someone were holding their breath. No one dared to make a sound, not even a whisper. They were waiting on who will strike the first conversation and What happened next was quite a surprise.

He sat there, unfazed, looking up at the goddess with a hint of amusement in his eyes. But Coventina could see the hidden pain in his beautiful eyes. It make her want to take it away, she couldn't help it. Seeing Antares in pain make her feel hurt and sad.

She walked toward him, she allows herself
to forget everything. Her pride, her doubts, her fears as she kneeled. She slowly brings her hands to cup Antares' cheeks. His eyes locked in hers.

"Is everything okay, Antares?"

"You called me by my name."

Antares said, his eyes lighted up, it was
not as icy as it was seconds ago. "Is that what you are caring about right now, rubrum stella?" She slowly whispered, tilting her head with a smirk on her lips. "Say it again." He demanded of her.

"Say what, Black?" She said, foregning some kind of stupidity. She wished to see what he will say, she wanted him to open up fully to her. "I don't care. Call me Antares or better yet Rubrum stella, as long as its with your tenderness and affection, I will take every little love that you can give me, ma déesse."

Slowly and tenderly, her thumb brushed against his cheek, slowing caressing his cheek. "Antares," she whisperedtenderly.
"What did you leave? Were you scared?"

Scared.

Such foolish word. If someone else other than Coventina had asked him that, he would have laugh in their face and kill them like a cold-blood person that he is.
But he couldn't laught or hurt his déesse, that would surely go against the one he live for. And he live for her. Every day, seconds, minutes, days and weeks. There is not a minute where he doesn't think of her, her smile and being.

"Scared of what?" He asked her in return. "Of what everyone will see, you being utterly vulnerable and helpless." She whispered, her eyes on his lips then back on his eyes.

"You don't have to allow them—" Antares placed his thumb on her lips. "Shhh." He shushed her gently. "Everyone there saw you being helpless, little one. Don't you think that it will be unfair if they don't see mine?" He said, his eyes shining with honesty and genuine love.

Coventina let out a sigh and runs her hand through her hair. "Black—" She pressed her lips together as she saw the annoyed glint in his eyes. "Antares." She relaxed when he let out a soft hummes. "We are alone. You don't have to be strong or cold-heart with me. Be just you, the boy that will sit with me for a lot hours and says my name ever seconds."

Antares felt his throat burning. What was he supose to answer? That he want to burn the world and live alone with her, just him and her? Where no one could interupt him and her. He want to break everything thats remind how he may be hers but she was his just yet. How he will sacrifice humanity for her.

His jaw tensed. "There's nothing to talk about, he said in a cold tone. "This ends here." He looked at her. "This doesn't matter, ma déesse. You do not have to care about my well being."

Coventina closed her eyes, a pained smile crossed her lips. She took a moment to think about all the time they have spent together in the past few years. As much
as she wished she had hate him with all
her might, he is the one. She opens her eyes and faces Antares.

"Are you worried, ma deésse?" Antares's
face hardened even more. He threw his
head back, with a sadistic smirk. "I had
never saw you with that kind of expression, its...endearing." Coventina looked at him.

Her eyes darkened and she pulled her hands away from Antares as quick as possible. "I wish I could hurt you." Her sadness slowly become annoyance.

"Specially when you change without hesitation." Coventina says, he was
hiding again.

The brown glint in Antares's eyes was gone, leaving a true Black in front of her. Dark curly hair and grey eyes with coldness and black madness. At his turn, he soon brought his hand on her nape neck, her hair in his grip. "I am hurt, were not you sad for me seconds ago? People will think that you are becoming a bipolar, darkling." The insanity in his eyes was too noticeable for her to not see it.

"I want my Antares back. Now." Her tone was commanding. Her eyes were flashing with a new fond fierceness. She cans feel his breath on her cheek. "But I am your Antares." He whispered in his ear.

This was not her Antares.

"I want my Antares. You can't hide yourself behind a cold and bitter facade whenever you want." Said Coventina firmly. "Huff." It was clearly sarcastic. "Can you blame me? I am doing myself a great favor by keeping control. Your Antares is broken  Have you not seen my chamber? If I do not take control myself then this forest would have start burning."

"Everything will burn."

"Thats the thing." Her voice got quieter. "I want to see the broken prince, the broken you! How do you expect me to love you
if you hides your suffering, if you hold yourself back?"

Antares gripped on her nape neck, not tight enough to hurt her thought. "You are asking the impossible. You wouldn't like what you see." He warned her.

"How would you know? Because you are messed up? Fifty shades fuck up? Because you are a psychopath with manipulative tendencies?" She said firmly. "I never say that I like normal."

"I never said you did."

"Tell me what do you want?" She asked him. Her voice tender. "You." He replies without hesitation. "Put that aside. What would you want other than me?" She asked him again.

"Peace. A peaceful world with only me and you." He said, he lets go of his grip on her beck and hair. His eyes softened, he was so tired. Coventina hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, his face snuggles in her neck

Antares did not resist. He knows that his  goddess was the only thing that could save him from his own hubris. He would fell on his knees before her. The world had never seen such a sight—a cursed prince, the likes of which the world had never seen before, submitting to someone else's will. But the Fates would never be surprise.

Everyone have their own pain. Coventina have hers and keeps it in her broken heart and Antares hides his in his cold heart. The only one who can mend their hearts are themselves. Because no one underatand Antares like Coventina does, and no one understand Coventina like Antares does.

Her chin on his head, her hand running through it gently. Antares groaned, one thing that he never allow others to do is
to touch his hair. A rule that can only be broken by his goddess. It can be said that no rules he created have to be follow by her. He is hers.

"Déesse." He calledbout gently.

"Yes, Rubrum Stella?"

"The moon is beautiful isn't?" He whispered as he lifts up his head from her neck, his eyes watching the bright full moon. "It is, I would say ethereal with all the comfort it gives us." She replied cluelessly.

Maybe she should start learning Japanese.

"Hm. Is there something you want to ask me?" He asked her. His eyes found hers. "You would tell me the truth?" She replied. He smirked. "Yes."

"Do you know him?" She questioned. Her voice almost shaken took Antares by surprise. She looked into his starlight eyes,
making sure to see if he will lie to her or
say the truth.

"I am him and he is me. So yes déesse, I know him." Coventina's eyes widened. She
couldn't believe what she was hearing. Unknow to her, Antares was loving her reaction. His goddess is always so cute.

"You mean he is a part of you? Of your soul?" She asked quickly, her head tilted.
His eyes found her once again, they don't
try to break the eyes contact. She wanted
answers and he will give it to her. "Yes."

The moonlight reflects on his face, his eyes more bright than ever. Coventina didn't know if she is happy or relieve. In fact she is sure that she is feeling both emotion.

"Cyrus Mavros." Antares whispered, his smirk never falter. Why would it? His goddess is starting to believe in his love.

"Is me and he is Antares Black." He pulled Coventina into him, making her straddled his lap. She was stunned at the action and the words. The same person who annoyed her and bring the worst out of her is the also the one who helped and brough the best out of her.

Antares Black is Cyrus Mavros.

"I do not know if I loath you, if I should slit your throat—" she ignored how Antares's eyes lifted up. "Or if I should kiss you." He chuckled. "Loath me while you kiss me, at the same time you can slit my throat, my love." God, who made this man.

Coventina's lips brushed against his cheek. "Thank you." She muttered, "for everything, Antares." She added. "And I don't think that you are broken or a psycho. You are just you to me, the one who angered me on purpose, the one who teases me and make me smiles. Also the same one who has been there every nights, even as Cyrus." she whispered.

"Can I get another kiss on the cheek?" He asked with a genuine smile. "Do not make me laugh." She huffed, forgetting what she was saying. "Just for a few seconds." He added softly. She gave in and kiss his cheek, her lips lingers on his cheek.

Antares wrapped his arms around her waists, snuggle his face in her hair, taking in her fragrance. His hand grip on her silky hair. "Let's stay like this." He whispered to his  déesse who didn't mind it at all. It was soft and confortable. He is soft and comfortable.

Both stayed in eachother's arms for a long time. Forgetting everyone, their friends,
families and their own selfs. They are at
peace in eachother's arms. Both wants to
stay like this forever. Juat them and their broken hearts thats always long to be heal.