𝔸 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙 (Book 2)

Eighty-Six

We were ready the following morning. My sisters dressed in finery fit for royalty, Fae or mortal.

    I supposed I was too.

    I sat in a dress of white chfiffon—though, I wasn't sure if you could call it a dress rather than tastefully draped scraps of fabric. It crossed against my chest, leaving everything bare on my torso aside from my breasts before it flowed along my back like water. The fabric fell down my body from my waist, accents of an icy blue crawling up from the bottom. Gold accents and flakes flitted across the dress in different places. It wasn't a tight dress by any means, but it certainly showed off my...assets. 

    Near the fire place, I stood by Rhys. He was clad in his usual black suit, his hands neatly clasped behind his back, the picture of calm. Only the dark crown atop his head—metal shaped

in raven feathers—was different. The crown that was the dark step-cousin, twice removed, from the head piece I wore.

    My hair had been curled back into a loose fishtail braids, small strandsstraying in a way that looked effortlessly toussled—it was not effortless at all, it had taken nearly an hour and a half to arrange it—gold leaves accented my hair on each side of my head. It was not a crown, and yet she felt royal wearing the headpiece.

    Cassian and Azriel monitored their surroundings from a far wall in the room. Looking every bit the warriors I knew them to be. Their siphons gleamed with a new light and I wondered if they were rallying their powers.

    The queens had demanded no weapons, and yet they failed to realize that we didn't need them.

    Mor, in a red gown slightly similar to mine, frowned at the clock on top of the white mantel, her foot tapping the carpet impatiently.

    Eleven O'clock struck.

    Their demands had been clear, the meeting was to begin at eleven. No earlier. No later.

    And they had wanted the exact geographical layout of the building and the interior of the house. The layout and size of each room. Where the furniture was. Where the windows and door were. What room we would greet them in.

    Azriel had provided it all, with my sisters' help.

    The chiming of the clock was the only sound in the room savce for the short, tense breaths coming from each of us.

    And on the third time, I quickly realized their demands were not just for security.

    Very, very quickly, I realized that as wind brushed through the room and five figures appeared, flanked by two guards apiece.

Because the queens could winnow.

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A/N: Guys. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna give you guys a hint for things coming up later in the book because I'm so damn excited for all the shit that's going to go down. Those who are dead, don't always stay dead. *insert evil laugh*

READ THIS:    Sorry for not posting, my friends, this chapter was dreadful to write and I'm rallying myself for the next one.

I'm lacking inspiration right now. Buuuttttttt, I figured out that starting new stories just to get out my creativity helps. Just having those new ideas for other stories and getting into that really gives me motivation.

    So, once again. I have a new wattpad book. My sales pitch is as follows:

    It's a House of the Dragon fanfic, following my MC after she was rescued by the distant family she had been on her way to see. Having no family left after what had occurred, she took her place in Kings landing. Growing up there, and making friends while also fighting her internal battles. She's more conflicted when then she's ever been when she must choose between the people she had grown up with when it comes to the dance of dragons.

    It's an enemies to lovers romance, of course😏