Romans & histoires Throne War

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

∞∞∞ The throne room still stank of ash and blood. Once a jewel of architecture, the high-arched ceiling now bore soot scars from dragonfire. Half the stained glass had melted, leaving jagged holes where sunlight poured in without mercy. The dais had been stripped bare; her father’s throne replaced with nothing but a carved obsidian slab. And he sat atop it like he had always belonged there. The Dragon Warlord. He didn’t wear a crown. He was one.

He didn’t think even the Prince knew how much power he had over him, otherwise, he would surely be using that to his advantage. Alarick never really understood why he had to want the Prince for himself of all people. How could anybody actually like that man? That annoying, disrespecting, untamed and uncontrollable creature. Especially Alarick, who liked to control everything he owned. Thorne cleared his throat, startling him from his daydreams. The snow was ending in the surreal way that gave Maud Country it’s fame, and they were entering Kalise’s territory. “Maudian temper, I suppose.” Thorne said in rough Gythanean. “Prince Erriene, I mean.”

Zephyra Morning comes again. Though my heart still feels heavy, the sun shining overhead makes today feel like it could be a good one. I haven't slept a single wink. I spent the entire week pacing the palace ramparts, giving orders as the newly crowned queen in Theron's absence. The war is over. It took less than a single night to undo centuries of Stoneheart tyranny. Theron didn't just defend our borders; he and Chaol marched their combined forces straight into the mouth of the beast.

Instead he had found a Queen and her Prince. I took a step forward. The floorboards groaned under my weight. I let out a low rumble. It vibrated through the room. Leave. Or I will eat your heart. Thorne was a sadist but he was not suicidal. He knew he could not defeat a Royal Lycan in close combat. His dark magic was useless against my pure light. "This is not over," Thorne spat. He sheathed his sword. "The war has just begun." He turned and ran into the night.

“But of course, the Alpha Prince has taken a liking to the slave girl, daughter of an enemy. For reasons I still don’t understand.” “You don’t have to understand, it is none of your business,” Thorne says. I glare at them both. “There’s a war happening right now. A cleansing, similar but worse than what my father proposed. Villages are being wiped out. I’ve seen the bodies, the ash. If you’re not behind it… then who is?” They exchange a look, genuine confusion. “We’ve received no such reports,” Vasquez says, suddenly serious. Thorne frowns. “What war?”

"Anyways, the war went on for hundreds of years, the killing and bloodshed was constant but eventually the war was ended by the King of Avingora." Katherine knew that there was no kingdom called Avingora, at least not in her time period. "Who's the King of Avingora?" "My cousin," Katherine turned her head to look at Lady Nicole who had spoken. Her face scrunched up in confusion but before Katherine could say anything, Nicole continued speaking. "Lucian Williams." Katherine was shocked, to say the least, "What happened to Avingora?" "The Kingdom was burnt to the ground during the final battle," said Lady Elizabeth.

And now, he would do whatever it took to ensure I never claimed my place. Kael’s hand found mine, grounding me. “We end this.” His voice was steel, absolute. I nodded. “We take back what’s ours.” The Battle for the Throne The night sky was painted in streaks of silver and gold as we stood before the gates of the capital. Hundreds of wolves stood behind us—those who still believed in the true bloodline, those who had been waiting for the rightful queen to return. Kael was at my side, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He didn’t like that I was here. That I was fighting. That I was carrying his pup while walking straight into a war.

Lightning flashed in the distance without any thunder following it. Tharros glanced back at everyone in the throne room, and a wide smirk spread across his face. It was a smile that promised violence and bloodshed. "The war is already here," Tharros announced, and his voice carried throughout the entire throne room. *** Meanwhile, Far Above in the Sky:

“I won’t again.” The ground split fully at the courtyard edge. A clawed limb dragged itself from the earth. Not for. Not flesh. Stone and shadow fused. Thorne stepped back toward it. Smiling. “You chose war,” he said. “Now face what war awakens.” The creature’s full form began to rise. And Mira’s silver eyes burned brighter than ever.