บททั้งหมดของ Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or The Villain: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Soon, they were on top of the stairs just outside the vast castle doors. All the warriors holding someone stepped out to the very top of the stairs, almost ready to take the first step down.But instead, they flung their victims down the staircase with brutal force, watching Taisiya, Jairus, and the council members tumble and hit almost every other step, heightening the scene's violence. It was just like they did Aakifahlynn in her last timeline.More of the Warriors stood at the bottom, ready to receive their guests. Looking out before her, Aakifahlynn smiled to see that the warriors had gathered the people and set up everything she needed.She took her merry time getting down these stairs, Demarion still by her side, showing his allegiance and where his loyalty lay.But mostly, Aakifahlynn enjoyed Taisiya's screams and defiant wails. Despite her tears and bawling, she held her ground and refused to beg, intensifying her resilience.She did not beg for mercy, like a few of the men h

Jannaq's hand moved over Demarion again and then Aakifahlynn. "Oh, Goddess, it's gone, Emperor Demarion, there is no trace of the one who cursed you anymore, no trace of her magic whatsoever." "Really?" It was Aakifahlynn who eagerly asked. "Then what does this mean?"While Demarion stood there, speechless, the words had not yet fully sunk in as he wrapped his mind around the possibilities, feeling a mix of relief and lingering doubt that kept him emotionally tethered to the moment."Taisiya must have been the last of her bloodline, you know how we were wondering how the curse continued throughout time, even after the death of the one who cursed you?"Demarion slowly nodded, still in some type of shock, "And I explained the only way that was possible was if she tethered the spell to her bloodline, which was genius of her to ensure your suffering even after she died, the curse would continue as long as their bloodline thrived.""Oh Goddess, it must be true, on the private island, my s

“Well,” her father continued, grinning, “it would certainly give Alpha Jarrod and myself something to do….”He barely finished the sentence before Aakifahlynn’s mother nudged him sharply with her elbow as they sat side by side.“Dear,” she said pointedly, “do I need to remind you that we’re retired?”Her husband smiled sheepishly. “I only meant we’d be available in case of emergencies.”Aakifahlynn’s mother straightened in her chair and gave him an incredulous look, clearly unimpressed. “Emergencies? The worst is behind us. Besides, I am quite certain Demarion and Aakifahlynn have everything well under control.”She huffed and shot him a pointed glance, he was not about to derail their retirement plans. Still, she softened slightly, understanding her husband’s restless nature. Her gaze shifted briefly to Demarion, measuring, approving, before she conceded and added, “Though I suppose checking in from time to time wouldn’t hurt… offering assistance if the people should call upon you.”

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of her blonde hair from her face. “Then let it be held beneath the middle of the capital in our ancestral Dome, where the stars themselves will bear witness. Let the Ayaquean choirs sing alongside the howls of the Werewolves, the chants of the Daimphs, and the hymns of my Vampyric kin. A symphony of unity.Her lips curved into a smile, soft yet resolute. “And the vows shall be spoken in all tongues, so no soul feels forgotten. And soon, I want the Palace adorned not with gold alone, but with the symbols of every race. A tapestry of our world.”Demarion’s hand found hers, their fingers entwining with a quiet certainty. “You are the heart of this union, Aakifahlynn. Without your vision, I would still be a ruler of shadows. With you, I am a man of light.”Aakifahlynn leaned into him, her voice a whisper that carried the weight of destiny. “And with you, I am not merely a friend, I am a bride, a partner, and a queen. Together, we will show them that

Aakifahlynn felt the enormity of it keenly: to rule not only as sovereign but as partner, to balance duty with love. She would not be the woman who once followed Jairus blindly, her spirit tethered to another’s will. Already she sensed her own growth, the awakening of dreams that belonged to her alone. The memory of Jairus of late always stirred faint bitterness, a sickness at how she had once lived to please him. Yet she did not linger there. Her gaze always find Demarion, or she would think of him if he was not around. Because he was the man who had chosen her in every lifetime, not as shadow but as equal. With him, she realized she was free to dream, free to shape a future that was theirs together. Aakifahlynn whispered her vow into the candlelit air. She vowed that they would rule with fairness and justice, that their reign would be unmarred by the mistakes of the past. But more than that, she vowed their love would not be sacrificed upon the altar of power. They would not bec