My Silver Queen (Red Queen Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Get. Out. Of. My. Head!" the queen only laughed as I yelled and demanded her removal from my mind.

"Not yet little girl. I want to know everything about the layout of Naercey. Where the rebels hide," her cruel eyes narrowed. "And why you remained away from your Silver brothers and sisters after the fall of your house." I couldn't move my head but I could sense her circling me. "It is very rare for a child to inherit abilities from both parents. Enania Scronan. A bloodborn and a scream," her face was inches from mine within seconds, her sweet breath making me wince. "You will submit."

"Mother," I watch the queen turn as a young man enters the room. His dark hair and black armor make his blue eyes appear like ice. Cold and jagged. I may have been isolated but I wasn't oblivious and had my own ways of receiving information. Maven. The new young king. His brother Cal had murdered his father in cold blood, a lie I knew, and given up the crown to Maven. I had met Cal a few nights before I had wound up here under the queens thumb. He told me what had really happened, yet again who could I believe? While the queen's attention was on her son her invisible hand pawed through my thoughts. I couldn't let her know about the rebels. I couldn't. Maven's eyes turned to me And motioned for his mother to leave us. I felt her slip out of my mind like a snake before exiting the room, tossing a cruel smirk towards me over her shoulder. Maven slowly approached, eyeing the shackles on my wrists. "They should have gagged you. You could do far more damage with your voice than your hands," I didn't say a word as he spoke to me. What did he want with me? "Scronan, house of screams, you can amplify your voice and literally shout people apart as well as focus it, causing internal damage as well as tearing specific limbs off," his gaze made my skin crawl and I closed my eyes as not to look at him. "And house Brahm, house of blood, quite literal in it's meaning. You draw strength from your blood. The more you are injured the stronger you become. If the blood of another gets on your skin you draw more strength, but not just any strength. You drain their strength and their power. Just from a little drop of blood," he gently punched my arm imitating a small needle.

"What do you want with me Maven?" I snap, sick of him beating around the bush, playing his stupid little game. His smirk became wicked, his eyes twinkled with delight.

"While I am king it is true that I need a queen. Norta would find it strange and. . .unsettling if I had no queen. My mother insists I find a powerful queen to be by my side," my stomach dropped and my head began swimming in terrible thoughts. Me? Be his queen? The brief thought of me convincing him to sympathize with the Reds crossed my brain, but I soon remembered that was impossible. I had met Mare, and she told me everything. How Cal had pittied her and gotten her a job in the Hall. How during Queenstrial she discovered her power and been forced to take on the roll of a forgotten Silver princess. How she became betrothed to Maven, believed him, ignored her feelings for Cal, and watched as Maven betrayed them all. Destroying her world and Cal's. So what would be waiting for me if I became his queen? Maven's eyes searched mine as I thought and his smirk turned from wicked to knowing. "I know you met Mare and Cal. They told you the truth of what happened. As well as that you have been protecting and defending Reds since your mother, Larania Brahm died, and your father Elthuin Scronan disappeared. You are a threat to the crown, just like Mare was. While I will hold the lives of your friends and yourself against you if you refuse to become my queen, I will not do to you the things done to Mare. So you believe me I will help you find your father and any remnants of your house. While the house of Brahm has ended, the house of Scronan will continue you," his wicked smirk returned as he place his thumb under my chin and made my eyes meet his. "What do you say, little girl?" he spat the name like his mother. His voice mocking, eyes like blades crafted from ice. As badly as I wanted to spit in his face, as badly as I wanted to scream until his head popped like a balloon and draw strength from his blood, I knew I could not. The thought of my house being rebuilt was a gleaming promise, and as his queen I knew I could see that it was completed. I sucked in a breath, causing Maven to flinch. He was afraid. He was waiting for me to scream him to pieces, but when I sighed instead and straitened my posture, slightly bowing my head, he scoffed in shock.

"I will do as you ask, my king," the title comes out as a hiss, showing him this was not done willingly. He smiled, causing my heart to stop. It was warm and welcoming. The truth or a lie I knew not. He wrapped his hands around the shackles and melted them from my wrists before rasing his arm and allowing me to lace mine with his. Slowly he led me from the room. To a glorious fate or my doom, I know not. But for now I can only hope and pray I don't wake up in a grave.