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She sadly smiled. So, are you a prince or a King? Jyden blurted out, thankfully changing the subject. He chuckled at Jyden. Apryl is the Queen, I’m her second in command, General of the Kingdom’s army. Grant and Grif are my top two male warriors, Grace is my top female warrior.

“Yo, I didn’t expect to meet the Queen Fae this way. I should’ve attended the meeting last Wednesday if I had known.” That smile never faded in time. It was the same as that day – that day I decided to end things with Oliver. I didn’t answer but responded with a polite smile. ‘Crystal, all’s in the past. You’re the Queen Fae now. Don’t let it bother you anymore.’ Snow shrugged her shoulders and sat down on one of the chairs. It doesn’t matter to me at all where she sits down. “Ahh, Queen Fae! I finally met you in person!”

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

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—

I try to warn him, but my mouth was frozen and I can't seem to work my tongue. He's looking down at the snow, his hand clenching mine tightly. My eyes widen and my breathing speeds up. The snow is slowly covering my face. The dark figure raises a sword. I cry out for him to move, but my hand has frozen him to the gates. The sword comes down hard on him, beheading my lover. I want to scream, I want to cry. But as the last of the snowfall from the desolate sky, my eyes are covered from the horrid the sight of my king's glassy brown eyes staring at me from where he laid in the snow. I'm falling, tumbling through a snow vortex, only to land on a ground covered in ash. It is the capital city of S

Darkness didn’t come all at once. It pressed in slowly, like something heavy lowering over her face, muffling the world piece by piece. Louise lay where she had fallen, her body twisted awkwardly against the roots and damp earth, blood pooling beneath her in a thick, sticky warmth that no longer felt entirely like her own. Her chest rose—barely. Air scraped into her lungs in shallow, uneven pulls, each breath thinner than the last. The cold had settled into her bones, creeping inward from the ground beneath her, numbing her fingers first, then her arms, then deeper still.

Taking a slow breath, she activated the crystal. Dark energy flickered across its surface before the figures of the Witch Queen and Rogue King appeared. The Witch Queen stood tall and graceful as always, white hair cascading over her shoulders, her pale eyes unreadable. Beside her, the Rogue King leaned against his throne lazily, though the dangerous look in his scarred face never faded. Before either of them could speak, Veyra straightened slightly. “I wasn’t aware Shadowfang would be ambushed tonight,” she said carefully. “Or tested.”

The air itself seemed to freeze. "Who dares?!"

The space is covered with white snow, beautiful little snowflakes fall from the sky like tiny fairies descending to earth. In that world of ice and snow that seemed cold and lonely, there was a petite girl standing, she was wearing a bride's wedding dress, her fragile body was so pure that anyone looking at her would think she was the Snow Queen - The owner of this space has only the white of the snow and the black of the night sky. In the distance came a deep voice as if dispelling the cold of this place: “Josephine! I will protect her, believe me, wait for me to return, okay?"

"But I'm sure he will get the highest bid for tonight. He's one hell of a King. Women drool over him. I heard he's a sex god. Is that true, Snow?" I swallowed deeply as I stood out of the bed to move my stiffening body. My face heated when I remembered how good he was in bed. Fuck! My chest burnt as I imagined him sleeping with another woman. One year have passed, of course by now he already tasted another woman. Oh God, my chest had been stabbed a million times. "Snow." I flinched when Quinn held my shoulder. I blinked multiple times before looking at her. Did I space out? Goodness, I was losing my mind.