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“Well, the Grand Alpha said… that I will eventually fall for you. Can you believe it? The heir to the throne is going to fall in love to a crazy girl like you." “You can say anything you want… crazy or whatever. Just don't fall for me EL! Because I will never like you! Carve that on a rock! Or a diamond even, so it'll be indestructible." "Diamond can be cut by a diamond too Athena." “So, what do you mean? Am I the one who will break my own assumptions?” I nodded at her. Why is it that she always has the energy to argue with me when she's just wakened up? I just smiled again.

I only had to obtain one instance of his heroic egotism to enlighten him. Thorne was shaking the deep red fluid in his golden chalice, meanwhile not taking his gaze off me. They were eyes that had gazed empires down and they gazed at me not of a woman or even of a Queen, but of a valuable stallion to be beaten down. “You have been very silent since we left your chambers, my Queen. Is it the dress? Or do you at last know that your runaway Alphas are not coming to drag you out of the fire? There is no sign of anything except snow and shadow that the scouts have viewed in miles.”

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

The glass broke apart and one of the reflections was destroyed. Camela gasped while clutching her chest tightly. “It burned…like fire under my skin.” Vincent caught her just in time before she could fall. “But you’re still here,” he said. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Yes, but if you break them all…I’ll turn to ash.” The perfect bride's laughter rang through the circle, echoing off every shard around them. “Do you see now, fox? Break one wall, and she burns. Break them all…and she becomes nothing.”

‎ ‎I go back to my throne, standing authoritatively as I stare at them all. ‎“I was chosen as Queen not because I’m perfect,” I continue, “but because I am unbreakable. Anita can burn villages. Calistra can plot from the shadows. But I will not fall. This kingdom will not fall.” ‎I stare down at them, at their downcast eyes and I know, deep down, that this isn't over. They'll try to bring up this matter again. Not until Anita is gone. ‎

She shaped an old sign and turned it outward, blessing sideways instead of down. “Solara dims,” she said. “Good. Too much light makes liars of pale things.” Her eyes came back, tide-steady. “Say what a throne is.” “A tool,” I said. “For verbs, not nouns.” “And after?” “I stand,” I said, “and let it cool.” “I’ll keep it from teaching itself nostalgia,” she said, and moved back exactly one step the measure of a goddess who refuses ornament and doesn’t insist on centre. ---

I kicked at the foot of my throne. “M-My Queen” the young girl had returned “T-The Chosen One-” “Is gone? Of course, she is.” I flopped onto my throne “Pour us some wine girl” The girl nodded gratefully and ran up the steps of the dais to pour us both some wine. We needed it. “M-My Lady?” the girl stammered I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “My Lady – the guards – they're, um-” “Dead?”

The Queen stopped directly in front of me. “That changes nothing.” The throne room trembled slightly. I realized then that the entire place was alive somehow. Breathing. Waiting. Connected to her. Connected to me. “You think ruin is evil because that’s what they taught you,” the Queen said. “But ruin is necessary.” I laughed bitterly. “Tell that to the people who died.” “Everything dies eventually.” The calmness in her voice terrified me. “You sound like a monster.” Something flickered across her expression then. Pain.

His gold eyes were glazed, his chest still, his skin the color of winter frost as the silver blood I had given him leaked out into the dust, leaving him nothing more than a hollow shell. "Power demands a price," the layered voice of the First Queen echoed from the smoke, the words vibrating through my bones until I wanted to scream. "You will save them, Last Luna. But you will rule over a kingdom of ghosts." "No!" I shrieked into the void, the fire around my hands flaring out of control. The vision shattered like glass.