In a world where the rich and poor are separated, King Elon rules with an iron fist. Ever since the death of Queen Seraphina, he has realized there has always been something missing.
Aurora Banks has lived her entire life with less than a dollar in...
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"THAT goddamn bastard!" I yelled, throwing a vase at the wall angrily. It smashed into a hundred different pieces. Panting, I glared at the vase.
I hadn't let my emotions run loose like that in a long time. I was so overwhelmed with anger. How dare my cousin commit treason, against me!
Millions of thoughts rushed through my head as I tried to find any sort of reason behind why he committed such an act.
Ender and I didn't have the best relationship as kids, I can admit that. As a child, I was a snotty child who loved to gloat about his position in society. It often drove Ender mad but I never would have thought he would rebel against me. Once, when he was staying here, he tried to do my job for me. He overstepped in many different ways, causing an argument to ensue.
Since then, I hadn't said a word to him. If he liked me before, that would have changed the moment I showed him his place.
Perhaps his new wife—whose name I couldn't recall—was a major factor in this. She wasn't from a noble family from what I could recall and maybe she strived for power.
I couldn't get the faces of my advisors out of my head. The disappointment—the hunger for my power—sent me over the edge. Fear was a feeling I wasn't familiar with and so when it did pop up, I didn't know how to acknowledge or deal with it.
Unfortunately, Aurora couldn't stay with me. Not long after we spoke in the hallway, my sister arrived to whisk away my Queen. Zara had arranged for Aurora to visit the capital of the North—Zora Central—to meet a few people. It was as much of a surprise to her as it was to me. It was all very last minute, according to Zara.
