The Vampire King's Hidden Queen
n't stop for
ned that th
. The sun rose with its usual golden arrogance, birds chirped as though the earth hadn't just fallen from
hadn't crumbled
ds hadn't shattered it into a thousand jagged pie
hs, head held high out of habit, not prid
ought she coul
er good enou
ts, no power-what
thought her blind to their
d like a stone
aid n
neve
wed girls like her. She'd grown up in this village, raised by the quiet strength of her mother and the unwavering dis
father followed two seasons later-lost during a border patrol near the cursed woods.
r. No home that tr
surv
what
cly, and cruelly-she didn't scream. She didn't
her parents had left her. The place that still smelled faintly of her mother's herbs
as q
qu
image, smiling with the same pride they always wore when they looked at her. Her mother's hair was braided down her ba
n her cheek before
to the silence. Her voice cracked. "I wi
e hearth and let the me
re, humming old songs from her tribe. How her father taught he
often when he looked at her mother. The way her
at love was suppo
he remembe
is hands. H
. All
ng of the bond-it was the theft of
. Her nails bit into her palm
n't cry
nough of tha
-
y, stitched together
to check on her. No one brought food or even a word of comfort
orest nearby-the only place
on. The wind didn't mock her. The e
e could
he coul
s used to train. The worn stones still bore the dents from her father's blade
r those cuts, her heart
taught he
in her, even whe
said to her: "You are more than what they se
t believe
ure she beli
hing was
-
rrounded by her father's old journals. Most of them were filled with m
ir family history-tales
t ran in
herited from a long-
when she was young but warned
elyn. They fear what they don't understand. Y
ought harder than necessary. She dulled her s
en as strong cou
d
ayed small
lowed her po
re that had
-
ething inside h
reflection stared back-pale skin, dark circles, amber
aling faint white scars on her
rom b
digging in when the
falling. From training
r fingers
was a r
ad su
e had
s stil
uld not st
or Ma
the vi
on of herself that had
-
g, she packed a
er with her father's initials etched
un rose, the light gilding t
time in days
use she
se she fe
leave th
spoke of in hushed stories. The one where power didn't have to
returned-it would not be as
e as somet
ing st
ing da
-
ok at the cottage, her
he whispered to her pare
she t
d into th
on
not
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