Maeve is queen-no, was queen-of the viper shifters.
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Twenty-three year old Maeve Silverbone is the next royal in line for the serpent throne. She's relentless, a perfect tracker, and one of the top warriors in her division; essential qualities to...
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❛ The blood of stars courses through our veins. We are the rulers of storms, children of the slain.❜
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The cell doors slammed shut and Maeve exhaled quietly once the guards left. The darkness of the entire prison was—overwhelming, and she couldn't seem to catch a break from the memories that haunted her past.
She should have known better and not come here. Should have listened to that tiny little voice in her head when it told her to turn around. This was a disaster—and because of this, her clan would fall. Or maybe Visha or one of the ministers would take the throne—still a disaster though.
There was a radio in the cells which echoed to every corner of the room. The music was enough to have her throw it across the room if only should grab it.
Maeve's thoughts wandered back to everything. Since the start—the ball and the Oracle and everything after. Faces blurred by as she tried remembering the words, especially of the Oracle. Maybe there was some hidden meaning wrapped in it. But did she even say? Maeve could remember it at all.
A static broke through the room and Maeve silently cursed at it. The stupid piece of junk looked so old, it should be in an antique museum. She was about to yell at the guards to shut the rutting thing up when it blared the recent news.
"A recent siege during the Raskinina Coronation of Maeve Aisling Silverbone has the kingdom shaken. Her cousin, Nafre Silverbone has not confirmed the death of the high lord or lady, however, the newly appointed defense minister; Visha Schylus has hinted of their passing. This sudden change in leadership..."
Maeve swallowed, refusing to listen anymore. She sat there, on the little metal cot, elbows on her knees, hand wrung together tightly, waiting for some sort of emotion. For some sort of grief to tackle her and choke her until she was begging to breathe. But for the first time, her mind was eerily silent. The creature inside her wrapped tightly in chains and a cold feeling poisoned her heart as her stare fixed on the red splotch on the floor.
If Nafre and Visha were crowned, why didn't they look for me?
