Poppy From Trolls Novels & Stories

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

Doc shrugged, his smile dissolving into solemnity. "Aw, that sucks. But as Jake Peralta said, all homophobes are secretly gay," I comforted, squeezing his free hand. Doc grinned at the reference, displaying his perfectly aligned teeth. "You know something, Aditi? There's this weird thing. You know opium poppies?"

Confusion filled Naya, but then she saw a flicker of emotion in the assassin’s eyes, and an image flashed in her mind. “It’s you,” Naya uttered, eyes widening with realization. “You’re that servant from before.” The maid whose name was Poppy – the one who had nearly killed her with poisoned food. When Naya was first captured and locked at the border by Alpha Prince Kael, a female servant named Poppy had brought her food. Back then, Naya had been tormented to the point of collapse. The maid had entered the room and told her to eat. But after eating, her stomach churned and her head spun. When she woke up, the pain was gone, but so was her memory of that night.