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She felt defeated, convinced that Caesar had come to vent his anger rather than to help or listen to her side. Caesar paused, observing the Queen's gestures. The distress was evident in her pheromones and the anguish in her eyes. He adjusted his kingly robes flawlessly and moved his hands behind his back. "Do as I have said. The Queen seems to be deluding herself about where her priorities should lie. She inappropriately granted favours to another man's wife and possibly put her in the family way. Informing the King of Damaris is one step ahead to resolving this."

It had to be. “She's not Rosalia, and she can never be,” I muttered, refusing to accept the seer's words. Nothing would make me believe this. Nothing. “She's your mate, Damien. Now that fate has brought her to you, you cannot do anything about it,” the seer insisted. I staggered backwards, my hand outstretched to warn her not to come any closer. “Nothing I can do about it? I reject her, and I would do anything to get rid of her,” I warned, my voice laced with disdain.

I smelt the people in the room before I heard them speak and I decided to keep my head down to avoid unwanted eye contact. "My Queen, we found her in the woods right after that light apparition," Sith reported. I frowned at this information. No one told me that there had been a light apparition. What was that even suppose to mean? "Is that so?" A woman's voice demanded. There was authority and power in her voice. I just knew that she had to be the Queen. Yet I did not try to lift my head and gaze upon her. "Child, I am Nineveh, Queen of the Fae people. Show me your face so that I might identify you," she stated.

Farah hesitated and was about to help the Queen but the Queen shouted, " As your Queen I order you to go!" "I'm sorry but you're not my Queen." Farah muttered as she strapped the baby in a baby carrier and started casting spell after spell until she had freed the Queen from the people. Queen Malina glared at Farah as she marched towards her. " What if you had endangered her." She yelled. "But I didn't." " I ordered you!" "Well, you aren't my Queen. The baby is." Farah answered back. "Let's go." She and Malina ran out of the Palace. As they got out, they realised they were surrounded.

The ladies always love a piece of gossip, and one concerning the cold and aloof young Queen, who acts like she is better than everyone is too good to pass on. Xinyan cast her eyes to the other ladies waiting on her words eagerly and a sinister smile lits her lips as she speaks ill about her half sister. “She has always been odd, ever since she was young. I caught her once kissing a female servant.” “What!” Most of the females screech indignantly, disgust and disdain written over their faces as their opinion about the young queen grew dark. “She is so disgusting!” One lady spits with venom. “She deserves to be beheaded!” Another adds. “How can such a filth be our Queen,” someone else adds.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

She circled me slowly, studying me from every angle. "You are not what I expected," she said. "The Council's files describe you as dangerous. Unstable. A weapon that cannot be controlled." "The Council lies," I said. "Everyone lies," the Queen said. "Even you. Especially you." "I am not lying now." The Queen stopped in front of me. Her green eyes met mine. "Why should I help you? The Fae are allied with the Council. I could hand you over to them right now. Collect the bounty. Earn their favor."

Queen Aliyah stands at the center, flanked by Kaelion, Tristan, and Thorne. I kneel. Bound. Shaking. “Serena,” the Queen says, voice smooth and sharp, “you’ve lured royal blood with unnatural gifts. My sons. My nephew. Seduction by spellcraft. Just like your mother.” Her words chill me. “My mother had no magic,” I whisper. Aliyah’s eyes flash. “Seraphine of Silverpine. A traitor in silk. A manipulator. A witch.” Kaelion blinks. “Wait, her mother was Seraphine?”

They livestreamed, snapped photos, and flooded the internet with updates. In the confusion, a phone was shoved in front of me. Sweeping a glance, I saw that my case already went viral, trending at the top. [Poison Queen Discovered at Queenstown University! Inferiority Complex Leads to Four-Year Plot to Disfigure Rich Roommate!] [Top 10 High-IQ Crimes: Highly Educated Criminals Are Even More Dangerous!] Mixed in were Jenny's fans, exaggerating the story and twisting the facts, spreading before-and-after photos of her ruined face to stir sympathy and outrage.

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr