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Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

"You will not be competing in the Queenstrials, child." I'm at a loss for words. I can't even think of the right word to question, but why. Mother continues, "You just do not meet the requirements for a legitimate competitor, let alone a potential future queen of Raelia," as if she can see the inquiry on my face. A Raelian queen needs to be the strongest, fastest, and most beautiful person in her own league—above everyone else. You don't meet any of the requirements for a king's ideal offspring, child, and she needs to be able to sire them. With all of your... health issues, you are just not fit to be a father." She hesitates, as if thinking. Furthermore, you are eighteen years old and have

Sage asked in curiosity. "Enhance strength and speed. Heighten senses, telepathy, the ability to turn someone like her and command all of our kind at her will. We never know if there's more she could do actually." "So you can also turn someone into your kind?" I shook my head at Sage's question. "No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world."

"And stay together." Only a few more steps and the Monarch in the center raised her hands. Flames poured from her palms, slicing Violet's company in half. Four of the soldiers rolled to one side of the bridge while Hestia, Olivia, Violet, and their kinife-thrower, Sky, rolled to the other. Heat licked at Violet's boots; Hestia quickly tied her hair up. "It's Rabiah," Violet huffed, getting to her feet. "The High Queen who controls fire. Perfect."

I hissed at him, holding the stable keeper's shoulder to comfort him. “My lady.” He bowed, still shivering. “Your Highness , you mean. Can't you see the colors of the robe?” Liora hissed. The stable keeper and I immediately got aware of the robe I was wearing. It had the royal emblem of a wolf stepping on the moon all around it. “Oh, you're the Human Queen.” He muttered, and I could swear I heard disgust in his voice. “Are you disappointed?” I chuckled, hoping to see his reaction.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

His claws leaving a deep scratch across his shoulder blade. I looked at him sadly. My eyes welling with tears as I replied. “You are not my Alpha, Drake. I am a Luna Queen.” My message was simple. I out ranked him. His will had no effect on me. I chose to respect him as an Alpha, but I did not need to fulfil his command.

He praised as I pruned hard. My head shook, not believing it, not believing what was happening. I smiled even brighter, how could I not. “ I present to you, her majesty, the Alpha Queen, Queen Raven!” A voice shot through and I turned, staring at Brum as he finished his line with him immediately bending a knee and after him all people all around went down on their knee.