War Of A Queen

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Azlaan's lifeless eyes stared back at me, his body crumpling to the ground as Salaar stood over him, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. The look of satisfaction on Salaar's face was chilling, a grotesque mask of triumph and rage. I tried to scream, to run to Azlaan, but my legs felt like lead, and my voice was trapped in my throat.

"Azlaan!" I finally managed to scream, my voice echoing in the darkness.

"He's gone," Salaar said, his voice cold and unfeeling. "He was nothing but a distraction."

"No! Azlaan!" I cried, my heart shattering as I reached out to my cousin. The sight of his lifeless body, the finality of it, was too much to bear. I was frozen in place, helpless to do anything but watch as my world crumbled.

Salaar's eyes bored into mine, filled with a twisted sense of ownership. "You are mine, Zara. Don't forget that."

I woke up with a start, my body drenched in sweat and my heart racing. "Azlaan!" I shouted, the name escaping my lips before I could stop it. The darkness of the room closed in on me, a stark reminder of the nightmare that had felt all too real.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. Beside me, Salaar stirred, his eyes snapping open as he heard the name. His expression shifted from confusion to anger in an instant.

"Why are you shouting his name?" he demanded, his voice a dangerous whisper.

I tried to catch my breath, the terror of the nightmare still gripping me. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I could feel my hands shaking. "It was just a dream," I whispered, my voice trembling. "A nightmare."

Salaar's eyes darkened, and he moved closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. "A nightmare about him? About Azlaan?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Fear wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing tighter with every second.

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist with a painful force. "You still think about him, don't you? Even in your dreams."

"Salaar, please," I begged, tears welling up in my eyes. "It was just a dream. I can't control my dreams." The fear in my voice was palpable, each word a desperate attempt to calm the storm brewing inside him.

He released my wrist, but his anger didn't abate. "You belong to me, Zara. I won't have you dreaming about another man. Seems like I have to mark that in your mind."

Before I could react, he pushed me back onto the bed, his intentions clear. Panic surged through me as he hovered over me, his weight pressing me down. "Salaar, no!" I cried, trying to push him away. The feeling of his body against mine was suffocating, every touch a reminder of the control he thought he had over me. "Please, don't do this."

He ignored my pleas, his hands rough and insistent. The tears spilled over, and I began to cry, my sobs growing louder and more desperate. "Please, Salaar," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, stop."

But it was like talking to a wall. My words seemed to be unheard by him as he started to bite my neck. Panic rose within me as I tried to get him off, my hands shooting out like a madwoman. Just when I was sure I would pass out from all the screaming, he stopped. For a moment, he looked almost human, almost vulnerable. His eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite place—doubt, maybe even regret. Then he pulled away abruptly, his face a mask of cold indifference.

He stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with my tears and my fear. The room felt emptier than ever, the silence a cruel reminder of the nightmare I was living. I curled up on the bed, hugging myself as I cried. The nightmare had been terrible, but the reality was even worse. Salaar's anger and possessiveness were suffocating, and I felt more trapped than ever.

The tears came harder, my body shaking with the force of my sobs. I felt utterly alone, each sob a cry into the void. How had my life come to this? The weight of my situation pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. The walls of the room seemed to close in, a cage that held me prisoner not just physically, but emotionally.

But even in my despair, I knew I had to stay strong. I had to find a way to survive this, to protect Azlaan and my family from Salaar's wrath. The battle was far from over, and I couldn't let him break me. I wiped away my tears, a new resolve hardening within me.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, I made a silent vow to myself. I would find a way to reclaim my life, no matter the cost. Salaar may have control over my circumstances, but he would never control my spirit. This nightmare would end, and I would emerge stronger than ever.

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