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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❛ You're not his princess but your own queen. One draped in the folds of a scarlet gown. A queen that has come to burn his empire down. ❜
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The council room was relatively silent as the only sound was of papers being shuffled around. The Blood King sat on his throne while Drayce sat on his right. Vafril and Ryu sat side by side next to their king followed by a few more empty council seats but it was thankfully quiet.
After the way Silverbone and Nicolai had clashed, Vafril was grateful that they were still alive. Something had clearly happened between them, and no one knew but those two.
Silverbone had an unhealthy habit of making enemies wherever she goes, his snake snickered and Vafril quickly shut him up without saying anything.
"I apologize for Maeve's behavior earlier today," Drayce said, "She's usually like this."
The Blood King cocked his head, "She's gotten quite more...difficult."
Ryu snorted but didn't say anything.
"Is she not coming here today?" Vafril dared to ask. His face maintained a calm composure but his heart started to make him aware of his presence.
"She—"
"Maeve needs rest," Ryu said sharply, cutting Drayce off with a glare. "Passing the mirror lake took a lot out of her."
They all shifted uncomfortably.
"Right."
The air around them buzzed with unspoken words as the papers filled the long drawn silence once more. It didn't take a long time before the first council member arrived.
A woman with stunning red hair let down accompanied with a snug white coat. It had beautiful gold embroidery on it and a stiff cape pined from her shoulders to her wrists which made way for her white gloved hands.
She's a general.
That professional face masked with stone was in stunning contradiction to her beauty. Without a second thought, he knew she was trouble, and Vafril wasn't sure if he was willing to stay out of it this time.
