'𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸.'
A powerful coven of vampires had ruled over vampires for aeons with their iron fists.
With three Kings ruling, surely there would need to be at least one Queen?
The Kings each had a wife, of cours...
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THE CHAMBER WAS COOL AND QUIET, save for the soft crackle of candle flames flickering in their sconces. Katherine stood before the mirror, the reflection staring back at her almost alien. She didn't quite recognize herself - not with the heavy weight of the crimson gown draped over her, the intricate gold embroidery tracing the royal crest of the Volturi at the hem.
She reached up to touch her hair, her chocolate locks now streaked with slight golden tints due to the warmth of the Italian sun on her final days. It felt like a lifetime ago when she had been human, when she had been a mere girl with hopes and dreams of a future that now seemed distant, so far removed from the reality she was about to step into.
Her eyes, once brown and full of innocent curiosity, now glowed with the red of her vampirism - a reminder that she had crossed a line she could never uncross. Today, she would be crowned queen. Beside her kings, she would rule this race of vampires. She would finally step into the role that had been thrust upon her, the one she had fought for, bled for, and lost so much to attain.
Today, she would be crowned queen. Her reign would officially begin, and she would take her place beside her king, attaining the role that had been her destiny. The weight of the crown would sit heavy on her heart, more so than it ever would on her head.
Her mind wandered back to Amelia, a figure who had once been a fleeting part of her life. Amelia had been a vampire for centuries - Katherine had known her only briefly, their interactions mostly cordial and distant. They had met once at a ball a short time ago, when she was still human, exchanged pleasantries like any noble women might. Katherine had never considered Amelia a close friend, but they had shared mutual respect.
Amelia's death was still fresh in Katherine's mind. She had killed her husband, Oliver. The reason for it had haunted Katherine- because Amelia had felt the torment of being forced into vampirism, a transformation that had twisted her into something she hated. Oliver had forced her into the change, not understanding the depths of the pain that Amelia would endure. The transformation had been excruciating, and it had slowly eaten away at her, turning her into someone she barely recognized.
Amelia had believed that becoming a vampire meant becoming a monster. That the suffering of her new existence would never end. And in her pain, she had killed the man who had condemned her to it.
A truly cursed vampire.
Her transformation had been noted as just one curse she had attained as a vampire, yet the second one had echoed through Katherine's mind constantly.
The guilt was still there, gnawing at Katherine. The doubts. The idea that maybe, just maybe, she could have done something different. That she could have saved Amelia from the fate she had received, even if she wasn't alive when the turning point occurred.
As she stood in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling as they brushed against her reflection in the material, the door creaked open. Katherine didn't have to look up to know who it was.
