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#16 The Poison Crown

Penulis: Rhiannan Marie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-26 09:34:16

Queen Seressa Coilheart POV

The Sunken Depths

The water trembles around the basilica when I scream.

The lanterns lining the black canals flicker, bending in the waves my rage summons. Silas’s death echoes through every bone in this rotten palace like a curse. My son, my heir, gone, slain by that cursed witch.

The witch they call Branwen Mosswood.

The name coils on my tongue like a thorned vine. I taste her magic even here, miles beneath the Wild surface, where the air smells of moss, metal, and memory.

“Fetch me the wardens,” I whisper.

No one moves. The hall is full of serpents in silk, my courtiers, my venom scholars, and my whispering priests. None dare breathe. I stand at the edge of the water, watching the reflection of my crown ripple over the black glass. My braids gleam like lacquered armor, heavy with pearls and gold. The gown I wear is older than kingdoms, sheer as oil, slick as a lie.

“I said,” I hiss softly, “fetch me the wardens.”

The doors open at once. Two of them enter
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