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CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

For a long while, that was the only sound. "Thalia." Cassius’s voice sliced through the calm. I turned. His stillness was a magnet, drawing my attention. He stood before a shelf, holding a heavy, dark-green volume as if it were a fragile relic. He carried it to the central desk and laid it gently in the pool of candlelight. The Lost Kingdom of Aelindoria. The title seemed to hum with promise, but Cassius’s gaze was fixed on the book's edge. His fingers traced the gilded trim of the cover, and then I saw it: the corner of a cream-colored envelope, hidden between the pages.

Elara’s POV The air crackled with power. Elara stood frozen as the wraiths remained kneeling, their hollow eyes fixed on her. The weight of their expectation pressed against her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Take the throne, Elara.” “You were always meant to rule.” Their whispers twisted through her mind, wrapping around her like an invisible chain. The longer she stood there, the more the magic of Valmere seeped into her bones. The throne—her mother’s throne—loomed before her, a beacon of darkness and power. A throne carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold pulsing like a heartbeat beneath its surface. It was alive. It was waiting.

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

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.

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

"That was different. We'd been drinking." "Mm-hmm." He selected a movie, something with dragons and medieval castles on the cover, and the screen came to life. For a while, they watched in comfortable silence. The story unfolded, a princess fleeing her kingdom, a reluctant knight sworn to protect her, magic woven through every scene. "This is actually good," Arabelle murmured during a quieter moment. "You sound surprised." "I am. I thought you'd pick something with excessive violence and explosions." Dante's lips quirked. "I save that for Tuesdays."

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Caspian thundered, his golden shield locking against two silver harpoons as the castle foundation gave another terrifying vertical lurch. The floor of the courtyard was tilting at a fifteen-degree angle now. The deep snow melted into black rivers of slush that poured straight down into the smoking chasm of the underground vaults. "The registry is closed, Princess!" Jasmine's voice echoed down from the ledge. Her white silk dress was now smeared with soot and purple ink-residue from the vault-valves. She held the silver vial high. Her eyes were fixed on the collapsing tower behind her. "The Aurelian Alphas have spent three generations hiding the vacancy! My husband died finding the entry-poin