(13x Featured, Award Winner)
She is ruthless. She is scorned. And her blood? The darkest shade of blue.
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When Queen Aravena basically life-threatens Gunderson, an evil merchant, to find the best warrior candidate in just a day, she doesn't know h...
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Aravena
"Queen, calm down, please," Ara said, walking beside me.
"At least eat something, Aravena! And, slow down for a moment, please. Ara, say something!" Vena jogged beside me in her heel which made her look like she was staggering on the floor.
"Yeah, serves you right for wearing those kill-heels."
Vena sent Ara a murderous glare while Ara smirked to make things even better.
"Like you could ever be like me with those stupid pumps, Turtleneck!" Vena was fuming.
Instead of giving the usual glare, Ara quirked her brows. "I appreciate myself just the way I am. At least, I am not the one struggling with those spikes you call heels."
She brushed away a stray curl from her face.
"Well, the one who completes us is breathing fire at the moment." Vena looked at me with worry in her eyes.
Ara nodded while humming. "Gunderson shouldn't have said that."
Damn right, He shouldn't have!
I clenched my fist, drawing out blood from my palm. My mind was filled with vicious thoughts and even my velhems couldn't do anything to stop me now. I knew they were as furious as I with the Gunderson matter. But for my sake, they were trying to divert my attention which I truly appreciated but it wasn't enough. Nothing could be enough for me, at this point.
My head throbbed as his words kept ringing in my ears. Thin wet blood prickled my palm as I clenched my fist to stop myself from lashing out at anything. My eyes burned. Nostrils flared as tears threatened to burst out.
But, I held back. Only superior strength knew how I damn controlled myself when all I ever wanted was to bathe in a thick pool of crimson.
