Deviant Fate

"Gweneria." Arowin's deep voice bounced off the walls forcing everyone to flinch by the sheer volume.

My demeanor never changed. I won't roll over like a dog for him. Glaring straight into his golden eyes I smirked.

"It seems you're late to the party, my dearest divine." I sighed with fake disappointment. "Luckily, you've made it in time for the best part." I shot a wicked smile towards Gerin.

I practically felt his fear from where I stood.

"Enough of this flippancy!" Gerin shrieked. "This filth is nothing. A lowly woman!" He spoke to the crowd. "You couldn't kill me even if you tried." He scoffed.

A deadly grin graced my face as I reveled in the thought of proving him wrong.

"Shall we test his theory, Arowin?" I glimpsed over my shoulder.

"Stop this, Gweneria." He spit.

I could tell he was on edge. He didn't expect this and he was enraged that I was going to disobey him.

"What to do?" I tapped my finger on my chin in indecision. "My divine doesn't want me to entertain everyone. That seems like such a shame though." I feigned sadness then dropped my facade entirely as a dead look overcame my face.

No one moved as they kept their stares on me. They feared me and I couldn't be more pleased.

•A fantasy world ruled under a sadistic old king, whose time is coming to an end.

An independent young woman with a deadly gift and a complicated destiny.

A domineering prince preparing to succeed his father, stakes his claim on a woman who just might be his downfall.

Can a flame flourish into the bond it was fated to be? Will bonds stand strong after a detrimental betrayal reveals itself?•