The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Chapter 4

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n the heavy,

a hundred conversations, the glittering light of a thousand candles reflected in j

in the ha

seemed to dip. A hundred pairs of eyes

ink on a brightly illuminated page. A disco

ference as my gaze cut a straight path through

he t

r he had fought so hard to become. He wore formal robes of black and gold, his dark hair swept back fro

ping second, our eyes me

, he loo

ooked through me as if I were a palace

art cracked. Pain, sharp an

d he had sat by my bed, his eyes red-rimmed. "Aria, when I am King, I will

ing to the tallest spire of the Citadel. "That will be your room

s. The bitter taste of fo

it fall on the woman seated in the sm

lle V

ardrobe, but hers was embroidered with a thousand tiny diamonds that glittered like a captured constellation

elonged here, in this

the chasm between us. She

her soft brown eyes met mine. For a fleeting instant, I s

ability. She leaned closer to Damien, a subtle, practic

is brow. He shifted slightly, his body creating

hammer blow to my chest. It shattered

g under the admiring gazes of the court. Isabelle's father, Duke Van

descended the steps of the

arried across the hall. "Welcome to the Obsidian Citadel." The

King shows his

a large stone pillar. I became what I was tr

saw Isabelle's brother, Caleb Vance, a man with a cruel t

ding between them and their new Luna.I tried to shrink further into the shadows, to erase mys

t never tr

action of his attention was always fixed on my corner. His eye

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The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Xi Yue Werewolf

“For twelve years, I was King Damien's secret blade and his most loyal shadow. I took silver daggers to my chest and shed my blood to clear his path to the throne, all for the promise that I would one day be his Luna. But at his victory feast, the man I loved held the hand of a highborn noblewoman and announced her as his fated mate. In front of the entire laughing court, Damien looked at me with absolute coldness. He publicly stripped me of my rank as his personal protector. "You are demoted to the Northern Wall." He threw a cheap iron guard's badge at my feet like I was a stray dog. Later that night, he kicked down my door, pinned me against the wall, and threatened to make me regret ever defying him with my silent obedience. He wanted me to cry, to beg, to show him I was still his pathetic, devoted pawn. It turned out that while I was suffering in the dark for him, he had been secretly spending his winters courting her. My twelve years of life-and-death sacrifices were nothing but a joke, a convenient stepping stone he was now desperate to throw away. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I crushed his family crest in my bleeding hand, packed my dagger, and climbed out the window into the night. I was done being his weapon. But just as I slipped into the shadows of the royal garden to escape the Citadel forever, a cold, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Who's there?"”