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Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Lanterns floated overhead like lazy fireflies, illuminating row after row of magic that was never meant to leave these walls. “This place is better than sex,” Thessaly breathed beside me, her green eyes wide. I shot her a look. “That says more about your sex life than the library.” She smirked. “Not lately, sweetheart. But focus, what are we hitting first?” “The upper stacks. Restricted section.” My voice was barely a whisper as I tugged my hood lower. “We grab the Black Court records, anything on blood curses, and if we can, the royal genealogies.”

“When two marks align in flesh not royal, born of pain and silence, then the throne shall bleed, and the flame shall fracture.” “Not one queen shall rise.” “But three.” Sirelia dropped the book. And in the corner of the vault, three shadows stirred. Waiting. Watching. Breathing.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

The stained glass of the St. Aubrey cathedral flooded the entire interior and pew in bright red and golden light giving space an ethereal feel. Everyone was silent as they waited listened in anticipation to the priest officiate the marriage. Rosana Marcello stood quietly before the altar, a picture of poised perfection. Her wedding dress fanned out around her from the waist down. Her fingers gripped the bouquets with perfectly still hands but deep within her, she was trembling, trying really hard to calm her nerves. She was quite sure the pounding of her heart was almost as loud as the cathedral bells though thankfully no one seem to be paying her any attention.

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

Wear something elegant. The reply came almost instantly: *I never agreed to this.* His smile widened. *You did when you signed the contract, sweetheart💔. ********** The wine glass trembled in Isabella's hand as Mirabel dramatically sank into the chair beside her. Trust her best friend to make an entrance, even in a quiet corner of Murphy's Bar. "Girl, you look like you've been hit by a truck," Mirabel announced, snatching Isabella's glass and taking a sip. "And this is way too expensive for drowning sorrows. Where's the cheap stuff?"

“Princess, I think only you can read it.” Alessia looked down again, heart hammering. The words rearranged themselves—Lux forming sentences she could understand. She began to read aloud. “‘When the moon-born child awakens with light that reaches heaven and shadow that cuts through kings.’” Her voice thinned. Ariadne urged softly, “Continue.” Alessia exhaled. “‘…the three Empires shall bend or break. The throne of one shall tremble and a new world shall rise…wrought by her hands.’”