Sherlin gets me ready all pretty for the introduction ceremony. The white gown flows through my body clutching me at the right places, accentuating the parts underneath. I look at myself embezzled in the right amount of jewelry. The gold intricate designs woven on the gown, bring out the hazel brown in my eyes, and the plunging neck gives enough amount of luxury to my breast, yet, something is missing. I stare rather suggestive at the piece of fabric on me, as Max trudges into the room smirking. “The Queen’s ready.”, our eyes meet in the mirror, his almost green as the spring. “Something’s missing”. I say as his eyes travel on the fabric. His gaze still burns my skin, more so today as I walked over the lane of my memory the entire night.

If wars were won only by power, people wouldn’t need strategies. They are won by wit. The wit, that told me the only way to win this will be - deceit. King Benjamin is not a kid, especially when it comes to war. It’s no secret that we would win this, with seventy thousand army men marching right on his ground. There was more to this war than it showed, something King Benjamin planned to get his way through in this war. I need to find just that something. I place my crown on the pillow, marching towards the meeting suit of the palace. The plan was simple, yet convincing the person will put forward demands. I crane my neck, as the guards open the door to the suite. “General Marcus. Nice to meet you”, I enter greeting the man sitting on the chair in his entire glory. General Marcus, war general to King Benjamin&r

I drag my feet to the palace. Betrayal clutching against the inside of my gut. My eyes blaze the fire, as I feel the burn rising to my heart, enveloping me through the cold of the dark night that spreads its silver on the ground. I won't spare anyone for the mistakes. I’ll show them what it takes to challenge the queen. I enter the grounds of the palace. The wood screeches under my feet, as the swords drag creating a scrape on the wood. Blood drips from the dagger, the distant howling of wolves evident as I enter the palace grounds. Heads raise, eyes widen; to only kneel when the soldiers look at me in the eye. I walk to the center to see a few of General Marcus’s soldiers ready to charge at me. I point my sword at the one soldier who dared to walk a step toward

The streets of the kingdom are decorated with sparkles that fill the entire town. Happy vibes surround the village as every person enjoys the music, dance, entertainment, and everything that is lined like some huge festival. Indeed it is a huge festival - a festival to celebrate the women of our kingdom, the hard work they have been putting in since last week.  Every woman was diligent, they turned to the gardens of the east wing sharp at 4 in the evening. They went through rigorous tests, learned how to hold weapons, learned finances, and so much more.    And most important, none gave up. So, this day is the celebration of their work, and also the announcement of the new council candidates.  Drums roll, as Sir. Andrew announces my arrival amidst the crowd, they kneel flowers flowing m

Chapter 18: Music fills through the walls of the room, feet tapping, hands clapping. Laughter echoes inside the place as all the women in the room enjoy the night. I swirl my wine in my hand, looking at all the women dancing on the floor, my mind still stuck on Max and his growing closeness with Lycan. What if they start dating? Isn’t that good, he would have someone, and I will no more need to worry about someone considering him close to me. But he will no more be yours. Its like a debate between my mind and heart, both stubborn about their decisions, and I close my eyes, groaning at the image of Max and Lycan together.  The music tones down, as the crowd cheers. I ope