Your Throne Medea 소설 & 이야기

It was also about the lengths that they would go to so that they could do keep their people safe. “Imeela is the rightful heir to the throne. If it was just about that then she would say ‘screw it’ and walk away to live an ordinary life. Unfortunately, it’s more complicated because there are people, her people, who are being used, abused, tortured, and Goddess forbid worse. It’s her duty to step up and put a stop to that tyranny and get her people back into the light. As her mates, Zeus and I will support her every step of the way.”

she ordered. “Oh-oh,” Gaziah shuddered playfully, “I’m scared,” he turned to his people and they laughed. When he turned back to Medlyn, all playfulness was gone from his face, “you are not getting the demon throne.” “Who is going to stop us?” Medlyn asked, tilting her head to the side. Gaziah smiled, “the throne belongs to the Python king, and the cat lady will never sit on it. Because I am here to make sure of that.”

I ask. She hands me the paper she's been holding. -- You think that there will be happy ever after between you and this bitch? I have so much fun seeing you both wrecked. If you really love her and want her alive, you need to outrank yourself and give me the throne Zeus and maybe I'll spare your life and this bitch too. Two days starting tomorrow, you will see me in the northern part of the Kingdom, you need to give me the Throne and I will give you back your weak mate --

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

"I give you the rightful Queen. My descendant. The era of the serpentine is once again upon us. Given to us under the alignment. All hail her Majesty, long may she reign" The crowd bows their heads, acknowledging her aura. She turns to Thorne and waves her hand. He is thrown over to us. Shock registered on his expression. She turns her gaze to the crowd. "Kill them, kill all who show allegiance to the usurper" Thorne steps forward "Your highness, I am your family. I wish to help your reign be as magnificent as you are" She snaps her gaze to him and laughs "You are a mistake, I will not be your puppet. You have no place here. You've never had a place here. You are no kin to me" Ha! that wiped

The same throne from the visions. Kael stopped walking entirely. “…That is definitely cursed.” For once— No one disagreed. My pulse pounded unevenly. Because the moment I saw the throne— Something inside me reacted violently. Not pain. Recognition. A memory that wasn’t mine flickered suddenly through my head. Silver fire. Wolves kneeling. A woman rising slowly from the throne while the earth trembled beneath her feet. I staggered slightly. Ronan caught my arm immediately. “What did you see?” I looked at the throne.

“No—no, no—Erevan—something’s wrong—something’s wrong—” He grabbed her hands, forcing their palms together. His shadows wrapped around their skin, trying to anchor her—but they slipped through her light like water through fingers. Her heart hammered painfully. “Erevan—help me—my light—my magic—it’s—” He pulled her against him, voice raw with terror. “It’s not you,” he said fiercely. “It’s the throne.” Aria’s vision blurred. Her light continued unraveling. Thread by thread. Erevan looked up at the throne—voice cracking with rage.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

ALTHEA. “Or maybe not,” Medea said as she stepped down the stage, her eyes focusing on my mate until she ended up standing in front of him. Her hand touched his chest before her fingers skimmed his naked skin, only avoiding the azurite stone. “I think I like him.” My eyes burned in jealousy as my chest heaved, not liking where this was heading. How dare Medea touch Blade? I was still in a rage and ready to bolt out of my stone cage, but a loud voice rang in the air, making me halt in my steps.

“We need to visit the Obsidian Throne… and take its blessings before you leave.” My smile faltered and a strange restlessness crept in. It was like having a stone in my chest. Just the name of the throne was enough to turn my body cold. Fear. Was I scared of it? Xanthea placed her hands on mine, sensing my discomfort. “I know it’s hard on you,” she whispered, her hands resting over mine as we cradled the life growing inside her. “The Throne drains you… but look at what it gives in return. This love. This child.”