Throne of Blood and Gold
❝Behold the Queen! The Queen of Blood and lies!❞ Rebellion rises, Kingdoms fall, and the key to all salvation are in the hands of a girl with darkness rooted into her heart and breeded into her veins.
In that cold dungeon cellar, the scratch of boots on the glazed floor was far too loud. She watched, acutely aware of how many steps the person had took, their weighting, and their breaths that shattered the midnight air.
Torches flickered on, as she called her breathing pretending to be asleep. A breathless voice made her slip open an eye. Made her yawn in feigned indifference, before she cast her Fae eyes to him.
"How nice of you to finally join me Princeling,"