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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❛ Without the sword, she seeks peace under liberty. With it, she reigns with embers of misery. ❜
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It had been a week since they were in the Scarlet Fort and the days were blurring—wake up, eat, be bored for the rest of the day, sleep. Maeve was getting really tired of this fast. She didn't venture to another arena—who knew where Axar would be in the shadows, simply waiting to pick on them.
Stupid Blood Kings. They really should be hanged for treason. Especially Axar Nicolai. Every time there's a scandal around him, something that would normally have other royalty destroyed, he gets out unscathed. Completely. Rutting. Unharmed. Hell she doubted anyone could get out of trouble like he could.
Maeve had been a victim to his word games before. She knew how easy they were to believe—and it wasn't because of some magic he possessed. They were just...thoughtfully targeted.
She ran a hand through her hair as she noticed Ryu and Drayce sparring. She took a step to interrupt since Ryu wasn't in any condition to spar when she felt something warm inside of her.
Drayce wasn't actually sparring. They were passing time. Laughing and getting Ryu some physical movement. She realized it then. Drayce liked Ryu.
Maeve struggled to suppress a grin and the adrenaline that pumped through her veins. Dark hell, she was an idiot not to see it before. The reason why Drayce had held her back before they left for the Northern Pass. The way his eye flitted to her every two seconds to make sure she was safe.
The grin finally split her face.
If she'd do anything during her time here, it'd be to get them together. They both deserved happiness—and for the first time in a long time, Maeve saw Drayce actually happy.
She turned around and ran inside like a little child who's just gotten candy. She didn't notice where she was going and ended up slamming into someone before stumbling. Her mood instantly fell when she saw who it was.
"Watch it," He snapped.
Maeve smiled slowly, revealing her elongated canines and the scent of her venom filled the air. "Fuck off Nicolai. It's your palace, you should know where you're headed, irrumator."
