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Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres I WILL
Nessa’s POVI was going to die.That was the plan as soon as I realized my true appearance had been revealed. The moment the makeup came off and Valerius saw my true face, the moment he understood that I had lied to him, deceived him, played him for a fool in front of his entire court—I was supposed to die.Knowing who Valerius was, he would kill me on the spot.And I had been ready for it. More than ready. I had been waiting for it.Because if I was going to die, I was going to take him with me. That was the promise I had made to myself. If I could not live to kill Valerius myself and take my son from this place , then at least—at least—I would drag him into the abyss with me.I had imagined him ordering my death, and I had imagined taking his life in return.But this—This was not what I had imagined."The ceremony continues," he said.The words did not make sense. They could not make sense. I stared at him, my mind blank, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.What?"You wi
Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres THE CEREMONY CONTINUES
Valerius’s POVHe swallowed. "She is my bastard daughter, Your Majesty. Born of a serving girl who died in childbirth. I raised her out of charity. And she repaid me with theft and disobedience and finally with violence. She attacked me in my own courtyard and fled. I have been searching for her for weeks.""I attacked you?" The woman—Nessa—laughed again. That same broken, bitter sound. "You held a knife to my throat. You told me you were going to cut me open like a pig and leave me for the wolves. I broke your arm and your knee and your jaw because it was the only way to stop you from killing me.""LIES!" Halrek roared."TRUTH!" she screamed back.I watched them. The baron, red-faced and shaking. The woman, cold and furious and utterly unafraid.And I felt it again. That thing I had felt the first time I saw her in the courtyard. The thing that had drawn me to her, that had made me choose her over twenty noble daughters, that had made me want to break her open and see what was inside
Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres EXPLAIN YOURSELF THIS INSTANT
Valerius’s POVThe silk slid through my fingers and pooled at her feet.And the face that looked back at me was not the face I had chosen.I stood there, frozen, my hand still raised from where I had pulled the veil away. The hall had gone utterly silent, every breath held, every eye fixed on the woman kneeling before me.But I was not seeing the hall. I was not seeing the court. I was seeing her.Dark hair. Not blonde. Dark as a raven's wing, dark as the space between stars. Pale skin, translucent almost, the skin of someone who had spent too long in shadow. Cold blue eyes that stared up at me with something that was not fear. Something that was not submission. Something that was the exact opposite of everything a woman kneeling before her Alpha King should feel.Her jaw was different. Sharper. Her cheekbones sat higher. There was a small scar above her left brow, a tiny thing, barely noticeable, but I noticed it. I noticed everything.This was not Lady Elan of House Marre.This was
Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres WHO ARE YOU
NESSA’S POV"The third rite," the priest said. "The Vow of Submission."A murmur ran through the hall. This was the old rite—the one the northern packs had abandoned two centuries ago and the eastern courts had never quite let go of. The bride knelt. The bride spoke. The bride offered her will to the Alpha and trusted him to hold it.The priest turned to me."Lady Elan of House Marre," he said. "Daughter of the western border. You come before the Goddess and this court to bind yourself to Alpha King Valerius of Kethara. Will you speak the vow?""I will."The words tasted like ash.I rose from the throne. I stepped down onto the stone platform and lowered myself to my knees—slowly, deliberately, spine straight, chin level. I would kneel. I would not grovel.The hall was utterly silent."Repeat after me," the priest said. "I bind my blood to his blood.""I bind my blood to his blood.""I bind my life to his life.""I bind my life to his life."I looked up.And Castiel was looking at me.
Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres THE RITES
NESSA’S POVThe priest opened his book.The pages were yellowed with age, the script inside spidery and archaic. He ran a finger down the lines, murmuring something in a language older than Kethara itself—a tongue the wolves had carried with them from the first forests, before kingdoms, before crowns. The sound of it crawled along my skin like cold water."The first rite," he announced, lifting his head. "The Binding of Hands."Two acolytes stepped forward. One carried a length of crimson cord. The other carried a shallow bowl of water mixed with ash. They stopped before the thrones and bowed, then waited.Valerius extended his hand.I did not.The hall held its breath.I could feel every eye on me—hundreds of them, nobles and dignitaries and ambassadors, all of them leaning forward to watch the half-blooded king claim his foreign bride. I could feel the weight of their curiosity like a hand pressed against my throat.Move, I told myself. Play the part. You have no choice.I lifted my
Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres WE ARE GATHERED HERE
NESSA’S POVTears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them back. I couldn't cry. Not here. Not now. Not with so many eyes watching. The veil hid my face, but it couldn't hide everything. It couldn't hide the way my hands trembled. It couldn't hide the way my chest heaved with the effort of holding myself together.I felt it.The ache. The longing. The loss. The desperate, clawing need to run to him, to hold him, to tell him who I was. To tell him that I was his mother. That I had never stopped loving him. That I had come back for him.But I couldn't.Not yet.Soon.I would find a way.I walked toward the dais. Each step was a battle. Each breath was a war. But I kept walking. I kept my spine straight, my face blank behind the veil and my eyes forward even as my heart screamed at me to turn back.Valerius watched me approach. His smile widened. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with amusement, with the particular pleasure of a man who believed he had already won.I climbed the steps, st
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