All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

ELARA'S POVThe warmth between us fractures, replaced by that cold, familiar dread. Things have been too peaceful to be true. Finally the long awaited storm has arrived.‎‎Dravon rises first, his expression turning from lover to ruler in a blink. His eyes still flicker with the ghost of emotion but the King returns, the predator cloaked in power.‎‎I pull my robe tighter, my heart hammering. “What now?”‎We move out of the bedroom, opening the door to our chamber. ‎The messenger enters, bowing so low his voice trembles. “My King, My Queen… The war council has received a letter from the rebel, Lady Anita.”“What letter?” Dravon asks.“She has declared war on the kingdom. She says to prepare her throne and…” The messenger’s eyes flicker to me briefly.I intensify my gaze on him. “And?” ‎The messenger brings his eyes down, facing the floor. “And also prepare the Queen's grave.”‎My blood runs cold.‎‎Dravon’s jaw tightens. “So it begins.”‎‎I meet his gaze, the earlier peace replac

ELARA'S POVDawn slips quietly into our chamber, golden light stretching across silk sheets. For a moment, I forget the world beyond the doors. I forget the court, the chaos, the looming war. All I know is the warmth beside me.Dravon lies half-awake, his arm draped across my waist. His skin feels like fire against mine, steady and grounding. When his lashes lift, his blue eyes meet mine and something in my chest flutters.“You’re awake early,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.“So are you,” I whisper back, tracing his sharp jawline.He catches my hand, presses a kiss to my fingertips. “You didn’t sleep,” he says softly, like he already knows.“I couldn’t,” I admit. “Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the smoke, the fires, the people who’ll pay for Anita’s ambition.”Dravon sits up slowly, the blanket sliding from his chest. “Then we’ll end it before it spreads,” he says. “We’ll continue seeking better strategies to win this war.”I nod, though my heart clenches. There’s no comfort

ELARA'S POV Everyone in the room is stunned silent, eyes warily flickering to Dravon and I. Dravon breaks the silence, turning to the two spies. “Return back to Frostfire, gather more information and find out who the real mastermind is before the war starts.” He flits his gaze to Micheal. “Take them out of the palace and ensure no one sees them.”The spies and Micheal bow at Dravon and I, before quietly leaving the court room.Dravon faces the soldiers and the guard. “Dispose this wooden chest, burn it down along with the crown.”I place my hand on the chest, stopping the soldiers from taking it. “Don't worry about the chest, you may leave.”Their gaze hesitantly flit to Dravon. Dravon steps closer to me, his voice low. “You don't need to keep this.”“I'm keeping it.” I say, meeting his gaze. “Anita dares to mock me, but this mockery will be my motivation to fight mercilessly when the war starts.”I take the bloodstained crown and the note from the wooden chest, inspecting it care

ELARA'S POVThe storm Anita summoned was long over. It was unnatural, controlled by dark magic. Thankfully the people didn't suspect such, they thought it was just a bad storm that came at the wrong time. I walk through the soldiers camp, checking if anyone needs anything. It's not my duty as the Queen, but these are my people. They're going to be risking their lives for the kingdom in two days time. As I move towards the improvised training arena in the camp, I spot Lord Dimitri and Elder Huncho talking to the war commander. Lord Dimitri notices me, immediately taking Elder Huncho to meet me.“Your Majesty,” Lord Dimitri bows. “What brings you to the soldier's camp?”“I came to see how they're faring, if they're settling in well.” I answer.He waves it off. “Your Majesty, there's no need for that. They're trained to survive worse conditions, this is nothing.”I look around the training arena before bringing my eyes back to him. “I know, but I still want to ensure they're doing well

ELARA'S POVHolding the pendant with the silk, I stare at it, trying to understand why she's giving it to me. There's something about the pendant that seems off, like it's not meant to be in my possession. The air around the pendant hums, alive with faint whispers, voices that don’t belong to this world.“Return it, there's a dark energy around that pendant.” Ney warns.I'm not foolish to keep something like this. I turn to Anita. “What is this?”Her eyes flicker to my hand before looking at me. “As I said before, this is a gift from one Queen to another Queen.”“I don't want your gifts, Anita.” I wrap the pendant close with the white silk. “I already have the crown you gave me, I plan to keep that one.”“You've always had poor taste, your decision is not surprising. Choosing a bloodied crown over a relic,” She tuts.“My decision shouldn't bother you, just take back your precious relic.” I lift my hand to throw it back to her but she stops me.“Wait, you can't return a gift. It's not