Todos los capítulos de Queen's Conquest - Warrior Queen's Harem: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Zalindra spoke up “While we wait, let’s get dressed and get something to eat. I have something I need to tell you, and I can’t be distracted.” She took extra time to linger on their naked bodies. Lucian looked at her with a raised eyebrow and an unspoken question. Zalindra answered “An hour is not enough time for what I would like to do.” They made their way to the kitchen and Lorian made quick work of a charcuterie board that had a variety of meats, cheeses, and fruits. Lucian held up a bottle of wine for approval. Zalindra stated “Each?” Lucian smiled big and grabbed two more bottles from the wine cooler. He was about to close the door of the cooler when he stopped and grabbed a fourth bottle. “For Layla.” Zalindra smiled warmly at him and she could have sworn she saw a faint blush on his cheeks before he straightened his face. “Let’s sit in the library so we will be near the door when Layla gets here.” Lorian said as he led the way in that direction. The library was noth

Inside, the twins were quiet.Lucian leaned in the doorway of the study, arms crossed, his dark silhouette cutting sharp lines against the warm glow of the lamps. Lorian sat curled on the worn velvet settee, a heavy leather-bound book resting in his lap — but his eyes weren’t on the page. He hadn’t turned it in minutes.The air was thick, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.Layla felt it the moment she stepped in the room - that bond.It shimmered invisibly in space between the three of them, threads of something ancient and electric, snapping faintly like lightning far off on the horizon. It made the fine hair at the back of her neck stand on end. It made her breath hitch.She swallowed the words she’d been rehearsing suddenly feeling too small for the weight in the room.A bonded triad shall awaken the Deep Rooted Fire…Her fingers tightened around the strap of her satchel. She forced herself to move, the click of her boots on the hardwood loud in the hush.“I foun

ZalindraThe night wrapped around the mansion like a velvet cloak, thick and silent except for the steady pulse of magic humming beneath my skin. Sitting between Lucian and Lorian on the oversized leather couch in their private lounge, I felt the threads of the bond tighten — a shimmering web of energy that wound around us, binding us tighter than any promise or oath.Layla’s presence nearby in the adjoining wing, added an unexpected depth to the magic. It was subtle but unmistakable like a hidden undertone in a familiar song, steady and sure. It was clear that Layla was a finite part of this. The one chosen to witness and protect. I could feel her strength growing, an indigo flame flickering alongside our Sapphire and Deep Rooted Fires.I swallowed hard, breath hitching as Lucian’s hand found mine, warm and steady. Lorian’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on my bare shoulder. Our eyes met in the flickering candlelight, and the tension that had built between us since Layla’s

The room was still heavy with the weight of Layla’s vision. The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, but no one moved. Zalindra’s fingers traced the rim of her mug, her mind clearly turning over the images Layla had painted in meticulous detail.Lucian had taken to pacing and Lorian leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Layla like he was trying to read the pieces of her mind she hadn’t spoken aloud.“I need to think about what this means,” Zalindra finally murmured.Layla only nodded. She had stayed up the entire night sorting through the images, cataloging every symbol and sensation so that she could give the clearest possible account. It had been exhausting but this was what the Watcher did. Her clarity could not be compromised by fatigue or emotion.Miles away, in the hidden heart of Coven territory, a flame burned in a shallow obsidian basin. Elder Seraphine knelt before it, her silver hair catching the glow. She whispered the ancient words, her voice stead

Everyone met back in the living room and confirmed their plans. The Twins asked Zalindra if she was ready. “Not quite…” she thrust out her hand and whispered a command under her breath. Magic thrummed in the air a deep, resonant pull that made the hair on everyone’s arms lift. From the far corner of the living room, a small ripple of light shimmered in the air, and with a low hum, a heavy iron-banded chest burst into existence, thudding onto the floorboards. She paused and looked at the Twins “This isn’t my house,” she said, kneeling and flipping the lid open, “I never travel without options.” Inside lay an arsenal curved blades, twin daggers, a short spear, and a few weapons the Twins didn’t recognize but instantly respected. She already had her hands already wrapping around the hilts of her paired scimitars. “You boys wanna give any of these a spin?” she asked as she waved her hands presenting the chest to them. They both pulled a pair of guns out of their holsters and proudly show