The Golden Queen

Chapter 19 - Troian

(Troian up above)

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Lyra's POV

I turned away from Eros while he was on the phone that day. I haven't seen him or Cole since.
I sigh, walking down the hallway of the huge castle. It's kinda boring here. I'm always protected, always fed, and never talked to.
Everyone is too scared to talk to me. One wrong word, and the King would have them put away or killed.
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud bang in a room.
"Maxon! I swear to the Moon Goddess herself you will get your ass handed to you! Very soon!"
"Troian..."
I knock on the door.
"Come in!"
I walk into a very large room. There's a man, the Beta...Maxon? The young woman has light brown hair and looks entirely badass.
Maxon bows and forces the girl, Troian, to do so as well.
Maxon stutters.
"M-my lady."
"There's no need for that. You can call me Lyra. Oh and Beta Maxon?"
"Yes, your high...Lyra? And you can call me Maxon..."
"You shouldn't make this one angry, I have a feeling you'll be dead if you do. Now please, leave us."
"Yes, My Quee...Lyra."
He leaves the room.
"Maxon is your mate, I'm guessing."
"Yes, My Queen."
"Call me Lyra. Also...you're the Beta female. We are supposed to be close, if I'm correct?"
"Yes, My Lady."
A smile tugs at my lips.
"Lyra! I'm so sorry!"
I laugh.
"It's fine."
"Oh gosh...I'm sorry."
"What for? It's only a name..."
"You're the Queen, it's a bit unnerving, I guess."
"Well, you shouldn't be scared of me. If anything it should be the other way round. I'm the human here."
Troian smiles.
"I guess you are."
"Damn straight, now on to the real business at hand. What the hell did Maxon do wrong, and how bad can I hurt him?"
Troian smiles.
"He's been ignoring me, and he can take all the pain in the world, after all, he is the Beta of the King."
I laugh maniacally.
"Troian."
"Yes, Lyra?"
"I like you, let's be friends."
She smiles.
"Best friends."

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I tell Troian all about how my mates haven't payed any attention to me either. She gets pissed as hell, and almost kicks their asses. But I come up with a better plan.
"What's better revenge than a taste of your own medicine? Troian, if they won't talk to us..."
"Then we won't talk to them."
With that we leave the room to go scheme how to go through with our plan.
What we didn't know is what was really going on...

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(435 words)

Oh shit. Welper. Uhhhh so this was in fact a filler chapter...not all that good...I'm having a case of writers block...and I can't seem to figure out which way I wanna go with this book...sorry for the wait...

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-Scarlett