She ran two fingers down the spine of her throne, savouring its lethal beauty. Rough-cut rubies tore at her fingers as if even they were screaming at her to leave - the traitorous stool. It was a silent warning. One she was too stubborn - or too greedy - not to ignore. She leisurely ventured to the armrests, the cold metal biting into her palm with a fierce hiss as her fingers continued to roam. And as she pricked her finger on one of those hateful carmine gems, an intense realization came over her. It seized her heart and stole away her breath;
Yes. She would be back here.
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If A Door Could Talk
FantasyThe story of a girl who robbed, stole, lied, and sinned her way to a throne of glass that was ripped away from her by her own council. For 99 years, she disappeared off the map. That was until she returned, armed with a new flair of determination an...
