"How could you?!" Lillith screamed, balling her hands into fists. Her shouts were so loud they echoed through the upper floor and even though servants were too busy putting down the fire, they shared eloquent glances when they passed by the closed door to the Queen's study.
"How could you agree?!"
Lucretia didn't spare her daughter a glance. She just kept staring out of the window with a blank face.
"Baltazar is right. He is the only worthy child to bed the future Queen."
Lillith almost choked on her own saliva.
"How can you say something like this? After everything you've done to teach me about our origin! Hecate wished that we do not tie among the other royals! To keep our magical ties to her spirit pure!"
"That was a long time ago."
"Mother," Lillith's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she stood in front of the Queen, begging for understanding. "Please. Do not let them take me."
Lucretia locked eyes with her offspring and for the first time, something broke behind them.
"You know what will happen. He will want the right for the throne because he is a man. He will be raping me until I give him a child so he can enforce his superiority!"
"You are twenty-one Lillith. You are fully capable to bear a child-"
"But that doesn't matter! Have you not thought this through? How can we be sure the child won't take after him? What if Hecate's magic disappears? It is passed through his male ancestors. Ours is secured in woman. We cannot end our bloodline here!"
"There's a chance you will birth a girl-"
"I won't settle for a chance! Nor should you!"
She ripped the bandages off her knuckles, showing off her malformed hands.
"Look what I did for you!" she cried. "Look what I let you do to teach me! I suffered so you can be proud of me! To be a better Queen! Does that mean nothing to you?"
She reached over to take her hands, squeezing them painfully tight.
"I promise I will obey. I will do anything else you ask of me, just please, don't let them take me."
The heiress was desperate in her words. Her heart was hammering within her chest at the mere possibility of them taking her away.
"I know nothing about the world. My whole life is here! My future is here! This is my home!"
But it was as if her words meant nothing.
"Tom Riddle is rightfully the second successor to the throne, bastard or not." She shook of her hands with raged eyes, setting her jaw. "This is your only chance. If they tell anyone about what you did, how you reacted...other royals will doubt you as a ruler. They will think you are unstable."
Lillith looked at the floor in frustration, gritting her teeth until her jaw hurt and Lucretia walked over to her desk, shuffling through some meaningless documents whilst she spoke. "The better version is them telling the whole coven about your magic. What will you do if they announce the revelation date?"
Lillith lifted her head at the mention of such term.
"The what?"
"Oh," the Queen breathed. "I might have forgotten to mention that. It's a separate celebration where you reveal your magic and show it to the coven."
Lillith felt like fainting. The whole world seemed to be falling apart for her.
"So, what would you do? We both know you are not capable to do so without slaughtering half of the coven. Not yet at least."
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The Sacred Seven
Fantasy18+ ... Lillith Moriarty, the future Queen of the last living coven, is threatened by Thomas Crane (whose name was changed to Tom Riddle on request) the bastard descendant of Satan who is known for his manic tendencies. What happens when her right...
