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Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

Vivienne’s throat tightened. “Promise?” “I swear.” Outside, thunder rolled distantly. And somewhere below, Margaux Laurent began preparing for war.

“The Miller household has never been wealthy. Her father is only a minor royal archivist.” “And her stepmother manages the family now. If anything of her mother’s inheritance survived at all, we should consider it a miracle.” The crowd watched as the chests were carried past. “They hardly seem heavy.” “Of course they are not. Compare them with the Princess Hazel’s procession earlier today. One hundred and twenty chests, and the porters could barely lift them.” “Well, Hazel is the legitimate princess of the Northern Kingdom.” “And Ava Miller is merely a clerk’s daughter.” A few people laughed quietly.

Lex had guided her to the center of the platform. She stood in front of the crowd, eyes not wavering. Beside the thrones sat the former queen and king, watching with quiet pride. “My people,” Lex's voice carried across the hall like thunder echoing. “Bare witness, as fate's design is fulfilled. The throne has waited, and now your Luna rises. Your queen.” Beta Tairone stepped forward, bearing an ancient box carved with symbols older than memory. Lex lifted the lid. Inside, resting on velvet, lay a second crown. It was pink as dawn. It magically shimmered.

The door wasn't locked, surprising and careless - Rhea noted. The room had been arranged perfectly but there was a lot of dust and it was easy to spot where there wasn't dust anymore. Something told her that it was where Lyra had just searched and as she went closer, the fingerprints told her she was right. She picked the book up, reading the cover out loud with surprise. “The descendants of the throne, the determinants of the next in line" it said, boldly written on the cover.

Aurora quickly located the book and flipped the pages until she found a small brown bottle of liquid placed in a square hollow among the pages. She took out the bottle, opened the lid, poured a drop into the glass of water facing the window, and watched the transparent liquid mix with the water. A knock on the door sounded. Aurora quickly placed the bottle in the book and returned it to its original place. “Luna, Ms. Thornton is here to see you on behalf of Luna Queen,” the maid Alice announced. Aurora sat down on the sofa and cleared her throat, “Come in.” Maggie Thorton walked in carrying a dark green wooden box, followed by the omega maid Alice.

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

Her eyes locked on the notebook, horror flooding her. “That’s mine,” she whispered. “No—it can’t—” The masked figure’s voice was smooth, cruel. “No, little flame. This is the original. Yours was only a copy.” Leora’s heart lurched. A copy? The girl staggered, trembling. “That’s not true. That’s not—” The figure stepped closer, flipping the book open. He read aloud, voice dripping with command: “Rule One: You belong to us.” The girl screamed, clutching her head. The flames around her flickered violently, threatening to consume everything.

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.