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The scarred guy’s claps rang through the study, slow and nasty, each one hitting the walls like a slap in the face. Sienna’s arm burned where the knife had cut her, blood trickling down to the floor, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were stuck on him—tall, lean, that ugly scar twisting under his eye like a claw mark. His grin was sharp, wrong, holding her still even as Roman’s hand tightened on her shoulder, too damn tight.

“There you are! Quickly, girls, the king has arrived. We must present ourselves properly. Isabelle, for heaven’s sake, pinch your cheeks—you look positively ghostly.” As they moved toward the throne dais where an elderly man now sat beside an ornate empty chair, Isabelle caught a final glimpse of Prince Sebastian. He stood near his father, back straight, face composed, every inch the dutiful heir. But for a moment—just a moment—his gaze shifted from Amelia to meet Isabelle’s across the crowded room. In that brief connection, she thought she saw a flicker of recognition, of shared understanding, as though they were both actors aware of the play but bound by its script nonetheless.

My ears caught the sharp thwack of a hand hitting flesh, followed by Lily’s muffled gasp. [You’ve embarrassed me for the last time today,] Matthew’s thoughts snarled, vibrating through the air like a discordant chord. [You’re pale, you’re shaking, and you look like a commoner next to her. If you want to be a Queen, start acting like you have the strength to carry the title.] I felt a shiver of dark satisfaction. In my previous life, those words had been spat at me while Matthew drained my life force to fuel his conquests. Now, Lily was the one discovering that a Golden King’s crown was forged from the blood of his mate.

Arth whispered, “is a demonic transformation?” The black and red strings ran along Janshai’s skin, forming dark symbolic lines, like black and red tattoos on his neck, arms, legs, and face. A red triangular mark glowed brightly at the center of his chest. As Janshai opened his eyes, the white part had turned black, while his iris had stayed as dark red. “Daemon Rex Maledictum … Demon King’s Curse,” Janshai spoke, his voice much deeper, darker than usual. He gave one swing of his red glowing scythe, creating a strong force blasting around the place.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

Nothing surfaced. It was like staring at a photograph of my own life with the picture missing from the frame. Guilt sat heavy in my chest. I made myself hold his eyes. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice rough. "Do I know you?"

His brain is favoring all the evidence against her but his heart is stubborn that she's innocent. "Guard," Reza says, turning towards his gate. "Yes, your highness," a guard walks in. "Not you, the other one," he says, recognizing a different tone than he expected. It's difficult to distinguish any guard from the other as they all have the same dress and their helmets reveal only their eyes. But it would have been really easy if he could remember them by name. "Why remember our names? You're a selfish bastard unlike the king, your father," curses the guard in his head and walks out.