Eryndra stopped as she stepped closer to her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing like thunder in her ears. The sword felt like molten lead in her trembling hands. Seraphina's tear-streaked face looked up at her, blue eyes wide with terror, lips moving in silent prayers to gods who seemed to have abandoned this cursed throne room. Everyone was watching eagerly to see what she could do. The court members who had been dismissed lingered just beyond the doorway, craning their necks like vultures waiting for carrion. Guards stood at attention, their armor gleaming, hands resting on sword hilts. Even the servants had found excuses to hover nearby, hungry for the spectacle of royal blood. The tension stretched taut as a bowstring. Breathing seemed suspended. Time crawled. The whole throne room became quiet until Eryndra broke the silence and threw the sword on the floor. The blade clattered against m
The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of Eryndra's chambers, casting long shadows across the ornate marble floor. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with unspoken tension that seemed to wrap around them like a suffocating veil. Eryndra's heart hammered against her ribcage as she processed what she had just requested, the weight of her words settling like stones in her stomach.Eryndra looked away from him, unable to meet those piercing dark eyes that seemed to see straight through to her soul. Her fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the edge of her vanity table, knuckles white with the force of her hold. The mirror before her reflected her pale complexion, her usually composed features now etched with uncertainty and something that looked dangerously close to regret.You can't deliver the head to me, she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might make the reality of her request more tangible, more real.The words had barely left her
Enrica sighed deeply as she finished untangling the last of Eryndra's elaborate braids, her weathered hands gentle despite the worry etched across her face. She walked around to face her young mistress and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder."I'm so sorry you're going through all of this, your highness," she said softly, her voice filled with the kind of maternal concern that had been Eryndra's anchor since childhood. "But please, try to stay confident. I have faith that everything is going to work out fine in the end."Her words were meant to be reassuring, but they both knew how hollow they sounded in this place where death lurked around every corner and mercy was a foreign concept.Before Eryndra could form a reply, the heavy wooden door to her chambers opened without any warning knock or announcement. Both women immediately tensed, knowing that only one person in this entire palace would dare enter the queen's private quarters so boldly.Malakar stepped inside, his presence
Eryndra nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she absorbed Seraphina's words. "You're absolutely right about that," she said, her voice calm and measured."But there's a huge difference between us that you seem to be overlooking," she continued, studying the concubine's face carefully. "I have the power and the official position, while you only have his supposed affection. Don't forget that small but important detail."She paused, letting the implications sink in before delivering her next blow. "I have what you couldn't obtain, despite all your efforts and all your time spent in his bed."Seraphina's eyes flashed with anger, but Eryndra wasn't finished yet."You know, if I really put my mind to it, I might even go after his heart as well," Eryndra said with calculated casualness, as if she were discussing the weather. "Looking at his majesty, he doesn't strike me as someone who would have deep feelings for just anyone who shares his bed."She tilted her head slightly, her voice
Seraphina forced out a calculated smile, though it looked strained around the edges, like a mask that didn't quite fit properly anymore."Your highness, I think you must have misunderstood my intentions," she said, her voice still maintaining that sweet, helpful tone. "I'm only trying to be of assistance to you during this difficult transition."Eryndra chuckled softly, the sound lacking any real humor. She could see right through the other woman's carefully constructed facade, and she wasn't about to pretend otherwise."That's the problem there, Lady Seraphina," she said, crossing her arms and studying the concubine's face with sharp eyes."Why are you trying to help me?" Eryndra continued, her voice growing stronger with each question. "Since you claim to know his majesty so well and understand what he's truly capable of doing to people who displease him, since you apparently know all the secret routes and hidden passages in this place, then why haven't you used that knowledge to le
Malakar looked at Eryndra for a long moment before he started laughing - not the cruel chuckle he'd been using all evening, but genuine laughter that filled the room with its rich, dark sound."I must confess, my queen, you'll be one of the most entertaining wives I've had among all the others," he said, wiping at the corner of his eye as if her defiance had actually brought him to tears of amusement.His expression shifted back to something more serious, though the smile never quite left his lips. "But wait until I show you that no normal human being is truly capable of staying beside me for very long. They all break eventually, in one way or another."Eryndra smiled back at him, though hers was sharper, more dangerous. "If a normal human can't stay beside you, then why don't I become a lunatic just like you?" she said, her voice steady and challenging.The words hung in the air between them like a promise and a threat rolled into one.Malakar nodded slowly, as if approving of her an