Chapter 35

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"Kitten?" He asked shocked. "Where this come from?"

She sighed pushed her chair back and began pacing. The men just sat and waited, knowing she was trying to gather her strength and form her thoughts correctly.

"Just talk, Darling," Owen encouraged. "No matter how it comes out, just spill it."

"As much as I don't want to, I have to accept the fact that I have royal blood flowing through my veins, which means no matter how much I don't want to, eventually I will have to accept my position and start taking royal responsibility, even if that means denying myself that I really want," she mumbled as she spun the bracelets on her wrists as she continued to pace. "How could they treat our kingdom this way? The king got what he always wanted, as deceiving as he is, could he have possibly caused the car accident that killed my parents? He tried to kill me so it really isn't that far fetched if one thinks about it. He got the kingdom so how could he destroy the kingdom and then blame it on me when I have no contributions to the royal line? I can't have children and my brother is, was, whatever the next in line so I would never be queen so why have so much hatred towards me? The royal line is still intact with Jaxon's future children. I just don't understand this hatred and blame towards me, I have been nothing but their little puppet even when it nearly cost me my life. What is their reasoning for all of this?" She bit her lip and sighed closing her eyes. They watched as she straightened her back and then opened her eyes, she had determination in them. "Well, fine," she mumbled. "If they want to see a bitch, then fine, I'll show them just how much they have pushed me. It's time to show them what the Tsarina of Russia is capable of."

She turned and faced the men, "Da, Kitten?" Raven asked forcing back a groan when he saw how confident and determined she was. She looked so much like the spitfire she was when they first met, he loved it. She was finally starting to be strong again.

"Take me to the former king and prince of Exalos now, Yevgeny, please."

"Da," he nodded as he stood and the rest of the men followed suit. They weren't going to let her confront them by herself, partly because they wanted to protect her but also because they were curious about what she was going to do. She had this strength in her that they hadn't seen in quite a while and they loved it. She was a spitfire and they couldn't wait to see what she would do next. They wanted to flame this fire in her and swore they would make sure it never was doused again. She was simply breathtaking and they were so glad she was theirs.

"Corey, grab your camera or whatever you will need to record this for evidence or whatever you need," she said calmly. "Kirill may come along if he is still around as well."

"I'll go get him, Peanut," Nathan said as he left the room.

"Are you sure about this, Pookie?" Sean asked gently.

She locked eyes with his green ones and he barely inhaled at the fire that was burning in them. "Yes, I am, Sean. I must do this."

"Okay," he nodded. He was so proud and concerned at the same time. "We support you fully, Calista."

She smiled, "thank you."

"Come, Kitten," Raven said as he held out his hand. She intertwined her fingers with his and nodded. "We stay by side all time," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her and she smiled in appreciation.

Silence filled the air as they walked toward the dungeons. The stale air hung heavy around them as their footsteps echoed off the damp walls. She could barely see in front of her so she was glad she could feel their presences surrounding her as they walked.

Raven stopped in front of a door and nodded. Four men nodded then walked off without saying a word. He looked at her and she nodded. He kissed her forehead as he slid a key into her hand. She pouted then tilted her head up even more. Chuckling he placed a soft kiss on her lips and smiled as she beamed. He took a step back and she slid the key into the lock and turned it then pushed the door open.


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