(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
What was he doing here?
Valendard stood there, his eyes froze on mine, flickering constantly between my revealed neckline and my face. I could visibly see the struggle to not stray his orbs south.
Strange fluttering swirled in the pit of my stomach. His smoldering gaze lit a new fire on my burning inside.
This was not good. Not. Good.
Soft breeze grazed past me when I finally became aware of my... condition. With wide eyes, I swiftly turned around and grasped the marble railing of my balcony. Momentary bliss didn't take time to turn into intense pain as a jolt of searing hot burn traveled throughout my body.
I clenched my eyes shut, gripping the cool marble in a vain hope to soothe my misery.
"Sorry to barge into your chamber this late at night," his deep voice softly grumbled behind me. "But lord Galvin told me I need a new assignment. You were not out of your wing for a few days so I had to come here."
I bit my lips hard, not letting out the building groan in my throat.
"Clear head, Queen. You need that." Vena chirped from somewhere behind me.
I nodded.
I gulped down a dry lump before speaking up. Sweat trickled down my head.
"Your next assignment is until further notice." I might or might not have groaned a little at the end.
Valendard must have heard the mishap.
"Uh, are you alright there?"
Another jolt of red hot burn and I hissed out loud.
