The queen's face turned purple with rage, and she took a step forward, her hand raised as if to strike Anastasia. But then, she seemed to think better of it, and her expression twisted into a sneer.
"You think you can just waltz in here and steal my husband from me?" she spat. "You're nothing but a foolish little girl, playing at games you don't understand."
Anastasia smiled sweetly, her eyes never leaving the queen's face. "I'm not playing at games, Your Majesty," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm making a move. And soon, I'll be the one wearing the crown."
The queen's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, her hand on her heart. "You'll never be queen," she hissed. "I'll see to it that you're ruined, you little tart."
Anastasia just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You can try, Your Majesty," she said. "But I'm not afraid of you. And soon, everyone will see that I'm the only one worthy of being queen."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the queen seething with rage and impotent fury. Kye followed close behind, a proud smile on his face.
"Well played, my dear," he said, as they walked back to their chambers. "You're a natural at this game."
Anastasia smiled, a triumphant gleam in her eye. "I know," she said. "And soon, I'll be the one ruling France."
Kye chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I have no doubt of it," he said. "You're a force to be reckoned with, Anastasia. And soon, everyone will know it."
As they reached their chambers, Kye caught Anastasia's arm, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a vice. "You know, my dear," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're not just a pawn in this game. You're a queen. And I'm going to help you claim your throne."
Anastasia's heart raced as Kye's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Let's celebrate your victory," he whispered. "Let's show the queen that she's no match for us."
And with that, he pulled her into the shadows, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that left her breathless.
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The holy ruler
Historical FictionThe story of the upbringing of a queen who's very misunderstood
