Season 1 of The Gilded Throne
After the war, the Elven Queen rose to power by declaring peace. Centuries later, an ancient magic emerged. Now Izogie and her friends must race to the north to reveal the truth behind the Mysterious War.
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The Arca...
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VICTORIA
Her cousin danced underneath the light of the crimson moon, twirling her handmaiden about the great hall. Despite her resistance, his hands traced the width of her breasts. He held her as if he were moments from ripping the tattered garment with his bare hands.
Truthfully, the high elves were far more interested in tearing into her flesh than seeing her stark naked. Besides, Victoria was sure underneath those colorful rags; her ribcage was tattooed into her skin. She was nothing but dead skin and bones. But still, her endurance was incredibly rare. No golem had ever resisted the hunger for as long as she had done. Even the strongest warriors of Azgeda fell to sorrow.
She watched Andreas nearly bite off her own arm, trying to escape her cousin's iron grip. Victoria laughed softly as she observed the feisty brunette effortlessly resist all his enchantment. He always had a way with broken women, but Andreas was different.
"It appears your cousin has found another playmate." Lady Adelaide whirled a glass of red wine in her hand.
"Wouldn't be much of a party if there weren't some indulgences." She said.
Victoria held her hand against her chest, profusely blinking the tears away. Lady Adelaide must've bathed in a tub of dead flesh and rotten eggs because she reeked worse than the kennels. The woman wore enough rancid perfume to gag a fire-breathing dragon. She felt the contents of her stomach threatening to rise, but she kept her composure.
She kept her thoughts to herself, but secretly, she pitied her. Since Adelaide's parents were imprisoned centuries ago, they say she's been wandering the empty halls of the Fairblossom castle. She refuses to take in any visitors and the ones that do make it past the gates swear she's gone mad. They spoke of illusions and apparitions of old, but in truth, she was always an outsider. That's why Victoria admired her.
"I doubt if Lord Thrane would feel the same." She said. "I hear it's been a week since Soren disappeared."
She still couldn't escape that family, even at the dawn of the new age. The stupidity of the Lightwood's was the sole reason every Eldryn hadn't embraced their evolution. Even after four hundred years every ancient hadn't evolved beyond the grave. Instead of embracing their power, they'd rather let a child be our undoing. As high and mighty as they were with power, they were savages. Victoria hated admitting it, but if Soren accepted his evolution, her plight would be decimated.
She glanced at the ceiling; the spell had invited the vibrant constellations and the blood moon within their grasp. The stars illuminated the twelve lords standing on both sides of the throne in towering stone. Only seven days until darkness takes over the sky for three months and the Luminis consumes all of Penance.
"It's a Lightwood we're discussing he's likely marching for the Netherborne's as we speak." Victoria chuckled, noticing that Lady Adelaide wore a striking, scarlet red gown with black lace. It was obvious whose attention she was after, but Victoria wondered if their dialogue had meaning. Or if it was only mindless filler.
