Solaria didn't have a clue of what was happening when the huge gold crown was set onto her head. It felt like a dead weight, and she was sure her legs would give way from the unbelievable pressure on her head.
But she did not topple just yet. She stood for long enough to hear the head priest proclaim her Queen Solaria of Soulvale. Then she was whisked to her bedchambers, because her guards saw that her face had turned a horrible shade of green.
In the few more moments of lucidity before she collapsed onto her new king-sized bed, she was aware of only three things.
She had just become the sixteen-year-old teenage queen of Soulvale.
She had no idea how she would rule such a vast kingdom when she had only ever explored the few streets near her home on Fairwall Alley.
She hated her striking violet eyes more than she ever had before for getting her into this predicament.
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The Violet-Eyed
FantasyIn the faraway kingdom of Soulvale, those with violet eyes are born with a special power, and as such they are destined to be the heir to the Soulvalian crown. Sixteen-year-old Solaria Archington, violet-eyed but powerless, thought she would never h...
