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Chapter 71: No Queen of Mine
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CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 73: War Council
The moon bleeds red over Hollowshade tonight, its crimson light seeping through the stained glass windows of my throne room like spilled wine. I can taste the shift in the air bitter, metallic, carrying the scent of approaching storm and the copper tang of violence yet to come. It's like the moment before a blade is drawn, when the world holds its breath and waits for the first drop of blood to fall.They think I don't know. They think their whispers are safe behind sealed doors and warded walls. How naive they are, how foolishly they underestimate what I've become. Wards crumble under my claws like parchment in flame. Locks bow before my will as if they were made of morning mist. The shadows have become my spies, my servants, my eyes and ears in every corner of this realm and beyond. They whisper to me constantly now, a chorus of darkness that tells me everything: every plot, every plan, every desperate hope my enemies dare to nurture.The curse has given me gifts they cannot fathom.
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 72 – The Broken Daughter
Seraphina moves through the corridors of Hollowshade like a ghost haunting her own past, and every footstep she takes reverberates through my bones with the weight of memory and loss. The curse whispers that I should go to her, should end this pathetic attempt at whatever she thinks she's doing, but I can't bring myself to move from this throne that has become both my seat of power and my prison.The connection between us has always been stronger than blood, deeper than magic. Even before the curse, I could sense her moods, feel her presence like sunlight warming my skin. Now, twisted by the darkness that lives in my veins, that connection has become something more invasive, more intimate. I experience her movements through the castle as if I were walking beside her, feeling her heartbeat synchronizing with my own across the distance that separates monster from child.The corridors feel like a mausoleum because that's what I've made them. Every breath in this place is borrowed from th
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 71: No Queen of Mine
The throne room is quiet around me, but it is not the kind of quiet that comes from peace. It is the suffocating stillness of a place that no longer belongs to the living, the hollow silence of a tomb that once housed celebrations, where laughter has died so completely that even the echoes have given up trying to find their way out. The great hall stretches before me like the ribcage of some massive beast, its vaulted ceiling disappearing into shadows that seem to move independently of any light source.Shadows cling to the marble pillars like parasites, whispering in voices that aren't voices at all, fragments of conversations from courtiers who no longer exist, snippets of laughter from children who have learned to fear their own joy. The air itself feels thick, oppressive, reeking faintly of iron and something else, something that reminds me of the smell that clings to battlefields after the crows have finished their work.The banners that once proclaimed our family's honor hang in
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 70: Ghosts and Echoes
The dream begins in the meadow where I once wore white.Not the bloodstained, shadow-touched creature I've become, but the young woman who believed in happily ever after, who thought love was armor enough against the darkness that hunts royal bloodlines. The memory pulls me back like a tide, washing away years of accumulated cruelty until I'm standing in that perfect moment when the world still made sense.The meadow stretches endlessly in all directions, carpeted with wildflowers that have no names in waking languages. Lavender and gold stretch toward a horizon that never comes, and somewhere in the distance, larks sing songs that make the heart remember what joy felt like before it learned to fear its own beating.The air smells of frost and summer rain, impossible together, like the past bleeding into the now through wounds that never properly healed. Time moves differently here, layered like sediment I can taste the sweetness of our wedding feast, smell the incense from Alexander'
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 69: The Veil Bleeds
The sky bled violet.Not the gentle purple of twilight or the rich amethyst of royal banners, but something raw and wounded the color of bruises that never heal, of magic torn from its moorings and left to hemorrhage across the heavens. Veins of shadow threaded through the clouds like dying stars collapsing inward, each pulse sending ripples through reality itself. The very air tasted of copper and endings.I stood at the balcony of the shattered throne room, glass crunching beneath my bare feet with each small movement. The wind hissed through fractured windows and bone-laced banners that had once proclaimed the glory of my lineage, now serving as monuments to everything I'd destroyed in the name of preservation. From this height, I could see the entire kingdom spread before me like a map drawn in ash and sorrow.And I watched the veil between worlds tear itself open slowly, hungrily, like a wound that had finally grown tired of pretending to heal.The barrier that kept our reality s
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 68: Children of the Curse
The silence in the palace has changed.It used to be fear thick, palpable terror that clung to the walls like moss and made servants scurry through corridors with their heads bowed. That silence was predictable, manageable, almost comforting in its consistency. I could navigate it, use it, shape it to my will like clay in a potter's hands.Now... it's something sharper. More dangerous. The quiet breath before betrayal. It carries whispers of rebellion, threads of conspiracy woven so subtly that even my enhanced senses struggle to catch them all. This silence has teeth.They're gone.My blood. My children. My heirs and my sword. Gone like smoke in winter wind, like promises made by dying men.Gone.The guards were fools blind, deaf, useless creatures who failed at the one task that mattered. I should have their eyes plucked out and fed to the ravens. I should have their tongues cut from their mouths and their hands severed at the wrists. But their punishment would be mercy compared to
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