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My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

“It wasn’t you who came late, but this stupid girl who was late thinking. You’re a wonder, Queenie. First, why don’t you use Fewa to cross the thorny forest? We could have safely climbed onto Fewa’s back and crossed the forest. But you’d rather I sacrifice my hand to open the way for you. And now, if you know Argo can handle all these snakes, why should we be so tired of fighting? You’re such a pain in the ass!” “No, Prince. Don’t say that. Princess Queenie is our next Queen and Savior. Please, don’t insult her.” Queenie looked fiercely at Deril. “Shut your mouth, Deril! Or do you want me to command Argo to swallow you? So you can join with all snakes in Argo’s stomach.” “Wow! Wow! Wow! Well

I ordered. "That won't be possible, The Queen demands your presence"

She steps closer to us. Leaning in closer to us, she sneers. I feel a vibration from Toby’s chest that startles me but I don’t look at him as she inches closer. “Listen, and listen really good. You are nothing! You will always be nothing! I don’t know why Chris is so worried about you. Mark my words, when I become Queen, I will banish you. I don’t like you. I will not have you thinking that you have a chance with him.”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

“You are not nothing, Queen. You are Wilberforce’s daughter. You are the woman I want for my son. But if you keep pushing him… if you force his hand now, you will lose him for good. Do you understand me?” Queen slumped back on her heels, her mascara-streaked face turned away as she stared at the expensive rug beneath them. The silence stretched, the old clock ticking steadily behind them. She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand like a child. “He is… he is breaking me, Lady Frances,” she whispered. “I have come too far. I can’t lose him. I won’t.” Lady Frances stroked her hair once more, her sigh low and almost sad.

Her stomach turned as she squinted at the note, recognizing the elegantly written name: Snow. Rushing to the window, she looked underneath it, wondering how anyone could have climbed to this height. Certainly, not anyone of importance. She had only confided in Rowan about this; not even Lovie knew her father's last name. Flipping the note over, she found more—an unfamiliar question, a riddle: What is a queen without a crown?

“I. Did. Not. Kill. Your. Mother.” The words hung in the air like poison. My breath caught. “She’s out there,” the Queen continued, eyes burning into mine. “In the human world. Wandering. Alive.”

He ignored their murmurs of confusion and dissatisfaction, continuing, "But now that glory has arrived—it has appeared once again, because the goddess herself has revealed the last and possibly only royal she has chosen to us—" Royal? Royals are alive? Aren't they a thing of bedtime stories? Wait, don't tell me… Eyes glanced at me in speculation. "I am pleased to introduce to you—the only royal and our Queen, Ioana Blackmoon!" Once again, the crowd detonated like water dropped in hot oil. Exclamations: "She… she's a royal?" "Our Queen?" "The goddess is alive!" "I wonder how she's like." "What about our prince… would he still be the king?"