All Chapters of The Tattooed Queen: Claimed By The Mad King: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

❤️ Become Mine ❤️​The forest was completely quiet as the sun was completely out now.​It was a peaceful, isolated place. A hidden clearing far away from the noisy market lanes of the kingdom. A place where no royal watchmen or noble lords would ever find them.​Draevon stood right in the center of the clearing, his pale colorless eyes fixed steadily on the three women standing before him. They were visibly nervous. He could see it in the way they shifted their weight back and forth on their boots, in the way their fingers twitched at their sides, and in the way their eyes darted anxiously from his face to the dark tree line and back again. He had led them straight from their house to this place.​"Today," he said, his voice calm, firm, and steady, "we begin your training."​Vaeloria crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her dark eyes were filled with heavy skepticism.​"Begin what?" she asked, her tone sharp. "We already told you the truth last night. We have no magic in our blood

❤️ The King Draevon Created (2) ❤️ "That seems like a absolute waste to me," Draevon said softly, looking out into the trees. "You are still very young. You still have plenty of years ahead of you. Why throw your life away right now?" Malgron let out a short laugh. It was a bitter, broken sound that hurt his throat. "Because I am nothing," Malgron spat out, tears running down his nose. "Because I am weak and useless. Because every single person in my family hates my guts. Because I have no future at all. I have nothing left in this world to live for." Draevon slowly turned his head to look at him. His pale eyes were completely still and unreadable in the moonlight. "Who told you all that garbage?" he asked gently. "Everyone," Malgron wept. "My whole family." "They are completely wrong," Draevon said. Malgron stared at him, his brow furrowing in confusion. "How could they possibly be wrong? They are my blood family. My own parents and brothers. They know me better than anyone e

❤️ The Treasonous Pact ❤️​The freezing night air had grown even colder as the hours dragged on.​The dark clouds overhead had thickened significantly, completely blocking out what little natural moonlight had been filtering through the sky. ​But inside that hidden corner squeezed between the two crumbling brick buildings, three shadowy figures stood close together, their hushed voices low, fast, and heavy with dangerous urgency.​Malgron leaned his shoulders back against the wall, his bright green eyes glinting sharply in the dim light. He had been waiting for this exact moment for many long weeks. He had carefully watched Elara and Vaeloria grow more and more frustrated with each passing day, more and more bitter, and more and more consumed by raw, ugly anger. He had silently observed the deep resentment in the way they stared at Isolde, the cold distance in the way they looked at Draevon, and how their shared jealousy had slowly rotted into something far darker beneath the surface

❤️ The Chained Shadow Weaver (2) ❤ The ruler stared down at the two women from his high throne, his chest rising and falling heavily. His hands tightly gripped the armrests of his seat, his knuckles turning pale under the pressure. He had truly not expected any of this. He had certainly never imagined two low-born women from the Outskirts walking straight into his palace and casually displaying a level of raw magical energy that directly rivaled his own ancient power. However, the cunning ruler kept his deep panic hidden behind a stern mask. He did not speak his inner fears out loud. He was far too smart to alert them to his sudden fear, and he certainly did not want them to realize just how intimidated he actually was by their sudden growth. If these foolish women did not yet understand the full extent of their own terrifying strength, he could still easily manipulate them. He could use their foolish grudge to destroy this Khyrador threat and keep them under his personal control.

❤️ They Were All Her Pawns ❤️​He swallowed hard, his throat feeling completely dry and rough like sand.​"Everything is officially set," Malgron said, his deep voice coming out far quieter and more hesitant than he had intended. "The grand ruler of the Forged has taken our bait without asking a single question."​Isolde did not answer him.​She just continued to stare at him in total silence.​And deep inside her sharp mind, the dark, hidden truth of her entire journey unfolded like a twisted, poisonous flower.​She clearly remembered the terrible day she had personally witnessed Draevon destroy the Shadowmere Dominion.​She had been right there on that very day. Hidden away in the rocks. Watching every single detail from above. She had been standing on a steep cliff overlooking the kingdom, her long silver hair whipping wildly in the cold wind, her pale blue eyes fixed on the horrific havoc unfolding below. She had watched in silent horror as Draevon tore through her people and her