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Seraphine continued. “One fragment was imprisoned beneath the mountain.” Lucien nodded. “The Shadow King.” “Yes.” “A second fragment?” “The throne.” Shock rippled through the room. Every warrior stared at the floating crown visible beyond the chamber. Understanding began forming. The throne wasn't simply a symbol of authority. It was part of a prison. A prison powerful enough to survive thousands of years. Seraphine's eyes finally settled on me. The expression she wore made my heart pound. Because it carried sympathy. And concern.

Kaiser would rather be f*cking Erica than me, and the truth hurt. “Mrs. Lee, Madame, we are all prisoners, aren’t we?” She smiled intelligently. “We are imprisoned by our own greed and desires, and we all have a reason for coming here.” I had wanted to retort that I wasn’t here of my own will, but I decided she didn’t need to know. I thought for a few seconds. The girl looked smart and resourceful. If she could get me out, then maybe I owed her one. But, it wouldn’t be easy to escape Lenard’s imprisonment, so I had to take my chances with her. I barely knew her and so, I prayed hard that she wouldn’t double-cross me.

Damian said, and the ancient Alpha lowered his gaze because there was no argument that could change that truth. Asterion moved beside us, his weapon still in his hand as he studied the symbols covering the throne. “The prison is not opening from outside,” he said. “It is opening because the bloodlines have completed the ancient design.” I looked at Damian, then at Aurelius, and finally at myself as the meaning became clear.

I muttered, already turning back to the shelves. “Get to work,” he said eagerly. “I’ll handle the rest.” When he left, the library fell silent once more. Minutes passed. Then more. Finally, my fingers froze over a thick, cracked leather-bound book hidden behind several others. My heart pounded as I pulled it free. There it was. The rule. In the absence of the reigning king, the rightful heir may reclaim the throne, regardless of prior abdication or forceful removal. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.

Too bad I am not. "Five." I am about to pull the trigger when he jumps off of my throne, throwing himself on his knees before me with tears falling from his face. It seems that the man my father called his best friend is nothing but a coward. Smirking, I strut towards the throne, climbing the small set of stairs before taking my rightful place on the golden chair with cream cushions. I will need to have it cleaned after having filth sit on it for fourteen years but right now I will take this victory in regaining my Kingdom back from the Trilavantas. “Guards, arrest Juden Trilavantas for treason and threats against the crown.” I order, watching as four men step forward.

"YOU TOOK AWAY WHAT I LOVED THE MOST" After the first contact of the metal in his chest, the screams of agony and supplication began. The unfortunate boy did not deserve such hostile treatment, he did not even deserve to live in that place, but he had not decided where to be born or to be the son of the person that the head of that prison hated the most. His only crime was to have been born in such a horrible place where the whole world forgets people; since his mother had died, the mistreatment by the boss increased to the point of him wanting to commit suicide to be safe next to his loving mother. Probably the day of his death had arrived, amid agony and unconsciousness, he saw a glowing w

"Let them pray. Let them bleed. I have the throne. I have the crown." Her eyes were shut, magic throbbing blackly within her. "But I Will Never Let Her Take Him Back." Perfera's breath was still in the golden room like a curse. She stood alone, her shadow thrown long across the bloody-red floor of the throne chamber. The torches burned wildly—as if even the flames were afraid of her rage. In the depths below, the Citadel stirred in discontent. The people imprisoned, muted. But their prayers… they still had the temerity to whisper Krishna's name.

The revelation sent shivers down his spine, intertwining with the persistent air of mystery that clung to the cold stone walls. Determined to unveil the truth, Thorian pressed further. "Secrets? What do you mean?" His queries hung in the air, echoing through the dungeon, as the prisoners, caught between fear and a desire to unburden themselves, contemplated whether to share the enigmatic truths concealed within the shadows of their captivity. "If you don't play your cards right, you might end up being one of us," a weathered old man among the prisoners blurted out, his wrinkled visage and unkempt body hair making Thorian cringe as he turned to face the source of the ominous warning.

"They are animals. And you are a Sovereign. You were to be set in gold, not trampled by the swine in the mud like the bastards who are stamping their place with blood and dirt. I am elevating you, Jessica. I am granting you a throne which shall exist forever, and they shall be forgotten as soon as the thaw of winter blows off the fragrance of them.” He indicated to a servant, who came to pour his chalice. This was it. The time I had practised a thousand times in the darkness of my cell. “Tell me, Thorne,” I said, and in a kind of husky whisper, that came down to a low, and at the same moment I felt the effect on his heart and it drew him into the seriousness of my feigned helplessness.

Lily pulled me up from my chair and pushes me behind Fiona. We got to the throne room. It looks like that of an evil prince. With skulls and skins of wolf every where. The steps to the throne were covered in fur. “Get the prisoner.” He commanded the two guards standing in the throne room. My head spun, the thought of who the prisoners were reached my mind. Who were they? What do they have to do with all this? How will they make me bow to Lord Darius's demands. My question were answered when Kaden, Grey and Ansel were brought into the throne room.