TWO FATES, ONE THRONE.

CHAPTER 1 RAVEN’S POVStepping into the cold, empty apartment with Nan’s ashes in the jar on my arm, it feels surreal being here without her—without her to scold me when I come back from the bathroom with water in my hair: “You’ll catch a cold and when that happens, I won’t take care of you” those were her tough words they were lies —she loved me. Or to call my name the minute I step in from a bad day at school “My sweet Nora, it will be all right.”This place feels too cold, if she were the heater would have been turned on during the winter, but living in the hospital this past few months, there has been no one to ensure the house was warm enough.Winters are always so cold; it used to be my favorite holiday but the thought of spending it without Nan is suffocating.I don’t want to be here.I really don’t know what I will do, I thought she was going to survive, I really thought she had a long time that I was going to be able to speak to her about these changes I am experiencing.On

CHAPTER 3RAVEN’S POVIt’s been six days since Nan died. I can tell from how empty the apartment feels and how much of a mess this place has become.I got up today, stumbling through Nan’s room, and my feet knocked over her hospital bag.I openend it up with tears in my eyes, pulling out the contents slowly.My hand grazed her favorite winter coat—she always claimed it cost a fortune. I smiled at the thought.I brought it close to my nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent of vanilla and cinnamon, mixed with a little bit of the hospital smell, lingered, and I never felt more at peace since she died.Unfolding the coat, ready to put it on, a letter dropped from it.I picked it up, scared to open it— but I did.I wanted to know what she was thinking.My Sweetheart,If you are reading this, then I have probably had to say goodbye to you—in person but not in spirit.I am sorry I left. I am sorry I didn’t tell you in time, but I don’t regret it. What I do regret is not hiding it better.All

I actually did think this guy was a drunk—until I saw the city leading into the palace we passed through. It was beautiful the people in the city wore bright smiles.They were completely friendly with one another—unlike in my world, where each person minds their own business. Nobody is nosy even if you’re in dire need of help, no one was going to come to ask if you need it.But this people…they were coming in out of each other’s houses, smiling and looking genuinely happy to be in one another’s company.They were nosy in a good way—a way I felt comfortable with.Oreo—at least, I think that’s his name seems to notice that I am staring.“Not what you’re used to right?” He asked looking at me.“No, it’s not,” i replied, looking back at him. “The people seem to have a sense of peace that I am not used to. But I like it. Maybe you weren’t lying after all, and all this wasn’t just some ploy to murder me.”“Well, that’s what happen when the Alpha is someone wh

CHAPTER 7RAVEN’S POVThe walk to the room was comforting; it was as though I was walking in my own home. It felt weirdly comfortable. We stopped in front of a door led by a maid. She looked to me with a small smile, clearly taking permission to leave. I am about tell her to leave when Orion spoke first.“This is not the Alpha chamber,” his voice firm, making the girl shiver with fear.“Ehmmmm….I was told no one is allowed there until after the coronation and introduction ball,” she replied her voice quivering under his stare.I hated the fear in her eyes so I spoke. “It’s fine, you can go. This is more than enough thank you. The rules are the rules right?” I said smiling sheepishly.She scrambled off without another word. I opened the room door and stepped in. It was cozy and simple, but way bigger than my room back home.The large bed in the middle of the bedroom with white sheets and black coverings made of cotton drew me in. I walked st

CHAPTER 9 RAVEN’S POV As the maid helped me get dressed for the feast, my mind drifts back to the moment I heard the knock at the door. I had just fully composed myself from everything I read in Nan’s diary, so when I opened the door and saw Damien standing behind it, I was thankful that I had fully masked any form of vulnerability that could seep out. Not that Damien was someone who would comfort me his haterd for me is evident. I wasn’t expecting him, so the surprise was very much etched on my face, but my heart still skipped a bit at the sight of him. And I know I shouldn’t think about this, but I didn’t mind that he was checking me out. I wanted to know what he thought of me. But I was his cousin, and such thoughts aren’t allowed. Yet even now, I am certain I didn’t need to try to hate Damien—the haterd was beginning to form all on it’s own. Who was he to think I didn’t belong or that I couldn’t lead? I was up