The Kingdom of Light
The two queens were sitting at the middle of the table; Vaseline next to Sicca, with Earthlian on the other side, and Jólena next to Sebristien with the King of Darkness on the other side.
The appetizer looked fancy; it was clearly something delicate and classy, and it looked like a masterpiece. So distinguished, I almost didn’t want to eat it.
“So, Luna,” Sebristien started, grabbing his cutlery, “how young are you today?”
I returned his smile, even if it was forced from my side. “I turn twenty-three today.”
“Young,” Earthlian huffed out, the gruff man digging into the appetizer on Nicolais’ right side. “Nothing more than a child,” he muttered.
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