The King's Queen

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Chapter Thirty Two ▪︎ The King's Queen

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Song: Afterlife, Hailee Steinfield

They tried to get Thanatos to talk to them, but he wasn't cooperating. What he said went against every rule about the human body.

"What is wrong with me?" She begged the moon to give her anwers as she stared out of her bedroom window. They went back to the castle as soon as possible and Isaac went with them.

After only a week, Dahlia and Isaac were almost back to the original brother-sister relationship they formed as kids.

The wound on her neck was seeping a strange black liquid, but she was feeling slightly better. But something was wrong, she could feel it deep in her soul, in the very back of her mind.

She felt more powerful, but weak at the same time. She could barely stand up on her own without fainting, but she also felt like she could move a mountain with a mere glance.

She didn't tell her mate anything. She was determined to keep it a secret until the very end or when the bastard came out again. She needed answers, and he seemed to be the only one to have them.

A knock sounded at her door.

"Come in." She turned around.

A familiar dark skinned man entered the room and locked the door behind him.

"What is it, Arnold?" She asked him warily. She was suspicious due to the locked door.

"My Queen, I need to speak to you about your current condition." He bowed when adressing her.

"Go on."

"I have some theories that I would like you to know of."

"Arnold, did you make conspiracy theories about me?" She asked with a grin.

"I suppose that's what you could call them, yes..." He frowned at the name.

"C'mon, shoot your shot." She encouraged him.

"Well, the first is that your mother was an immortal, though I don't really have any proof on that. The second is that maybe your father isn't-"

"Are you trying to say that one of my parents was a creature and/or that my mom cheated on my dad?"

"Yes, but with respect, of course." He nodded.

"You can go on."

"The third is that the mother goddess made you into another creature, something new. Just like our King was turned. It would also make sense for you to be a sort of vampire/hunter hybrid. You consumed Lycan blood and enjoyed it, which has the vampire aspect of consuming blood and the hunter aspect of enjoying killing creatures. The fourth is that you are indeed a new form of a creature, but the shift has begun because of the mark and the amount of dark energy that was released into you at the time. The Lycan blood addiction could have been the creature asking for more magic and power to complete it's shift. But seeing as you were physically too weak, the shift weakened you and you couldn't go on, forcing your body to reject the blood as if it was a poison."