The Vampire King's Hidden Queen

a living thing wild, relentless, thic

ed onto the cold surface of the obsidian altar. Moonlight, pale and unwavering, spilled through the tangled branches above, cas

dn't f

watched her, its sile

warned. "Born of blood, mark

, the mark

rely a few weeks old, curled against her chest,

in a trembling kiss. "Forgive me," she whispe

econd presence emerged steady, me

hip, but his eyes, golden and intense burned with conflict. Her ma

d grief. "We don't have to do this. T

"The moment she learns to walk, they'll sense it. Feel

growled, stepping cl

h," Elara said s

r dormant. The grove trembled as the ancient magic sti

yn down upon the stone. The baby cried out,

ial dagger once more.

Her blood trickled into the carved grooves of the altar, fusing with the symbols etch

ain wakes your flame. Until betrayal births

nd scr

unes

shimmered, and

kable. Flames woven with stars, glowing faintly beneath he

d Line ancient vampire royalty, t

round her, the trees groaning under the weight of t

e was no lon

ged to p

pow

to

ng her as if to protect her from what had just transpired. "She won

the wind. "One day, she'll remember. She'll know

wled across the moon,

t held it

ten palace veiled in fire and shadows, a king stirred in his sleep-dreami

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