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“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.

But the choice has never been mine. [A Queen…] Once a maiden. Now, a Queen. The Queen of Alkhemi. Or should I call myself the Queen of Nothing? Because at the end of it all, I lost everything. These are the repercussions I was talking about. Nothing I did saved me from the doomed fate that had been laid out for me. Everything I thought I did right ended me in ruins. Battling between two Kings is a tragedy no Maiden should ever have to face. Now that the entire kingdom’s future rests on my shoulders —something I am not quite sure I want for myself— the pressure has multiplied. Because a Maiden has a heart. And a soul. And longing. And when Rome, a green-eyed Lycan King keeps tempting me with

The final entry, in the journal was what I was really looking for. The title is really a trap. The handwriting I saw was over the place it looked frantic. The Queen is not actually a ruler she is like a vessel, for the First Mother. If Esmeralda takes the throne she will not be Esmeralda anymore. Esmeralda will be a hunger that consumes the First Mother and everything else. The First Mother will take over. Esmeralda will be gone.

Back beneath the Vatican, in the smoldering ruins of the lab, the clone Amara rose from the ashes — body glowing, eyes white-hot. Behind her, the other hybrids stirred, stepping from their broken pods one by one. A voice — digital, ancient — whispered through their minds: “The Queen has fallen.” “The Crown of Nothing must rise.” The clone looked up toward the city above. And smiled.

The scent of old magic curled in my throat. At the center, on a throne carved of onyx and ash, sat the Shadow King. He didn’t rise. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His voice was enough. “Welcome, Queen of Nothing.” I stepped forward, my heart steady. “You’ve taken enough from me.” “I’ve given you everything,” he countered. “A throne. A name. A future no one else dared imagine for you.” “This isn’t my future.” “It is,” he said. “Or one version of it.”

It was a memory of having nothing to give, and therefore, nothing to take. Hope reached out her hand, trying to consume the memory, but as the "Square" hit her black eyes, she let out a cry of frustration. "It's cold! It’s empty! There’s no light in this!". "That’s right," I said, stepping closer. "It’s the one thing you can't digest, Hope. It’s the rejection that built the Queen. And if you want to be the Queen of the Thirteenth Cycle, you have to be able to carry the Weight of the Nothing".

He glared at them and coldly spoke. “What are you doing here. Have you forgotten what I said?” Dev bowed as she cupped her hand in front of her. She then said in a low tone. “Your Majesty, we did what you asked however, the Queen wanted to rely her thoughts. Thus we came here to tell you what she says.” She paused a bit and looked up to him. Xegris raised his brow at her as his bad mood became more complicated. Dev simply sighed and told him. “She told us that she’ll never accept everything that is from you.” Xegris: “…”

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

And the Final Witness spoke one sentence that froze my soul: “Balance Queen… prove your existence deserves a future.” The ground beneath the entire kingdom began dissolving into light.