The Princess Imprints A Traitor 소설 & 이야기

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

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“If we invade neutral lands chasing one girl, every pack between here and Shadowpeak will see us as the aggressors. They'll rally to the Black Wolves. That's exactly what Kael wants.” “So we do nothing?" Caspian looked incredulous. “For now.” Aldric sat. “We watch. We wait. And when she arrives at Shadowpeak, and Kael officially harbors a traitor to the crown, then we strike.” “There's another option,” Theron said slowly. “We could... put out a bounty.” “On the princess?" Caspian looked shocked. “On the traitor,” Theron corrected. “Sierralya Ainsworth is no longer recognized as a princess. She's an enemy of the crown. And enemies of the crown have prices on their heads.”

Above the counter, a small, static-filled television was playing the news. I froze. On the screen was a photo of me. It was my official military portrait, stern and regal, and I was wearing the general’s uniform. And I was Next to it was a mugshot of Ashren. It looked like it had been taken from his ID card when we entered the capital. He looked defiant, angry. The headline scrolled across the bottom in bold red letters: WANTED FOR HIGH TREASON: THE TRAITOR PRINCESS AND THE ROGUE ALPHA.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Blood had dried on my collar, my head spun but inside me something wild sparked to life. Seeing that fire in my eyes, the spy tensed. "What are you doing?" he hissed. "Don't be stupid. If I'm exposed, you'll go down with me." I laughed a low, broken sound and stepped toward him, slowly, deliberately like an actress crossing a stage. Bruises bloomed under my skin but I ignored them. When I was close enough to feel his breath, I leaned forward. "On Brian's behalf," I whispered, voice thin but sharp, "I've got a gift for you. If I told you Brian wanted you dead, would you believe me? He's a wolf with black blood deceptive to the bone."

Could barely breathe. Elena Valdris was Princess Elena Ravenwood. The woman he'd treated like garbage was royalty. The woman he'd called worthless was worth more than his entire family. It was almost too absurd to believe. Like something from a fairy tale. Except this fairy tale didn't have a happy ending for the prince. In this story, the prince was the villain. And the princess had become powerful enough to destroy him. Jack drove home slowly, his mind spinning. When he walked into his mansion, Victoria was waiting in the living room with red eyes from crying.

Headmistress assigned the partners. “Sierra and Loki, Reise and Kiero. Next, royalties. These are your partners: Princess Venus and Prince Kreo. Princess Celestina and Prince Trevor. Princess Yvy, Princess Angel, and Prince Klev.” Ms. Salvaria hadn’t even finished speaking when a hand went up. “Yes?” Ms. Salvaria asked a student. “Why are Princess Yvy and Prince Klev with Princess Angel? Shouldn’t Princess Angel be with Prince Haze?”

And there it was again—that strange flicker of unease stirring ghosts of memories she hadn’t deigned important until recently. A traitor with fierce, defiant eyes and a name barely whispered now. She was dead, as all traitors should be. And yet, after all these years, the phantom had returned to haunt her. Marcella lifted her chin and murmured with quiet certainty. “Our best agents are in the field, Mother. She will belong to us soon enough.” Vespera’s expression hardened. “Warn them.” Vespera’s words wove through the air like a spell. “Lyra is untested and strong in ways yet unseen.”

The second prince knew that he needed to end this now, for his mother and Victoria. Lady Merilla smirked. She signaled the royal knights on stand-by. "What are you waiting for? Arrest him!" Her emerald-colored eyes glinted with every step the royal knights took. Tori stared at the grinning king, and then at Lady Merilla, who was standing a meter away from her at the podium. The noble faction cheered for the royal knights. It's time. Tori turned to the traitor. "Who says you already won?" Tori offered her sweetest smile to Lady Merilla, who replied with a mocking chuckle.