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Chapter 93: Seraphina's Price
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CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 95: Letters from Kai
They say words can bind as tightly as chains. Tonight, Kai's handwriting binds me in a way iron never could.The evening light filters through the cracked windows of my chamber. Everything here feels foreign now: the tapestries that once brought comfort now hang like funeral shrouds, the furniture that once cradled happy memories now stands as monuments to a life I can barely remember living.Kai Jr. came at dusk. The sight of him stops my breath. He carries his father's shoulders now, the same steady stance that once made me feel safe in a world gone mad. But there's a weight in his bearing that Kai never carried, a gravity born of watching kingdoms fall and mothers transform into monsters.He did not sit. He did not speak. The silence between us stretches, Instead he simply held out a folded scrap of paper like an offering worn edges soft as cloth from handling, violet ink faded but still legible.For a second I thought I might mistake grief for smoke: the way the page trembled in
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 94: Ghosts of the Fallen
The graveyard is quieter than the throne ever was.No courtiers bowing with false smiles. No whispers slithering through tapestried halls. No accusations hurled the council chambers where loyalty was bartered like grain. Only rows of stones, each one a weight pressing against my chest, each one a testament to the price of my choice.The iron gates hang on rusted hinges, their ornate scrollwork now twisted and broken. Once, this place was tended with reverence to the royal cemetery where heroes were laid to rest with ceremony and honor. Now it lies forgotten, abandoned like so much else in the wake of my reign. Weeds choke the pathways that once gleamed with polished marble. The grand mausoleums that housed my ancestors stand crumbling, their carved angels weeping tears that have painted their faces black with age and neglect.I trace my hand across the nearest headstone, the letters worn but familiar. The marble is cold beneath my fingertips, worn smooth by wind and rain and time's re
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 93: Seraphina's Price
Seraphina's eyes are sharper than any blade.She doesn't need to raise her voice when she speaks to me. Her words hit deeper even though she sounded calm. "You are not our queen," she says, her tone was steady. "You are our consequence."The chamber became quiet. I feel the air movie for a bit, heavy as if the entire fortress is holding its breath. The ancient tapestries that once depicted my victories now seem to mock me, their golden threads dulled by dust and time. Even the torchlight wavers, as though the flames themselves recoil from what has been spoken.My daughter stands there, her jaw clenched, shoulders straight, where she once stood as a child who clung to my skirts. The girl who once traced my face with her small fingers as though she memorized it, whispering promises that she would never leave me, never stop loving me. The girl who always says she wants to be just like me, her eyes bright with innocent adoration.And now she looks at me like I am a scar she wishes she cou
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 92: The Silence of the Wolves
The wolves no longer answer my call.I stand in the courtyard where they once gathered at my summons. The space feels cavernous now, empty in ways that go beyond the absence of bodies. Even the wind seems reluctant to fill the silence.Now their oaths have broken, scattered like bones bleached white by sun and time. The supernatural compulsion that once drew them to my side has dissolved, leaving them free to choose their own paths for the first time in years. Some fled into the deep forests where they can run wild and forget they ever served a crown. Some bent knee to other lords, trading their loyalty for safety and the promise of simpler service. Others simply vanished into silence, disappearing so completely that I wonder if they ever existed at all.Perhaps I should hate them for this abandonment, should rage at their betrayal the way the old Luna would have. The Tyrant Queen would have hunted them down one by one, made examples of their disloyalty that would be whispered about f
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 91: The Cursed Throne
I stepped back into Hollowshade, and the only thing I felt was silence, thick enough to taste on my tongue. The air itself held its breath. No cheers rose from the gathered survivors. No cries of welcome echoed off the scorched walls. No bells rang to announce the homecoming of their queen.The fortress was not the one I had left behind. Fire had blackened its stones, leaving scorch marks that looked like accusations written in ash and soot. The proud towers that had once reached toward the heavens now stood broken and hollow, their upper levels reduced to skeletal remains that clawed at the sky.The banners of my reign, those symbols of conquest and dominion that I had commissioned from the finest craftsmen in the known world lay torn and trampled into the ash-covered courtyards. Some had been burned entirely, leaving. Others hung in pathetic tatters from poles that leaned at drunken angles, their proud heraldry reduced to scraps that fluttered in the morning wind like dying things.
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 90: Bound by Blood and Light
My spirit bleeds in the Forsaken Realm, fractured in ways that go beyond physical injury, dim as a candle guttering in its final moments before darkness claims it entirely. The consciousness that hangs here, torn from my flesh and bound in shackles forged from crystallized regret, has been worn thin by eons of torment. Yet through the cracks of despair those hairline fractures that appear in even the most carefully constructed prison when hope refuses to die completely I feel something again.Them.My children again....Not just their voices, but their presence, their souls blazing like beacons in the darkness that has defined my existence for so long. Alexander's fire burns brightest, defiant, impossible to snuff out no matter how much darkness presses against it. I taste his courage on the spectral air like smoke after battle, sharp and acrid and absolutely real. His power doesn't burn clean like Seraphina's scholarly flames or gentle like Kai Jr. 's healing light. This is the fir
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