[Mature Content]
What's the worst that can happen?
That is what I told myself for years, living under the roof with people who were repulsed by my very existence.
I was the bastard daughter of the Archduke of Beloria, born of a whore and scorned because of my hair and sickly body.

But the worst came just when I thought the gods had their fill of my misery. I became the human meat to be given to the Lycans.

Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to give me to their monarch as a means to reclaim the lost lands.

I've heard stories about Drevon Balthar, the Lycan Monarch. They are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule.

But what happens when my supposed husband becomes more of a daydream than a nightmare?

I was done with the court, after making all the necessary adjustments, our court was merged. The coming of the Fates still rattled me, but I didn't want to show it and get Eloise more worried.


I do not know why they decided to be involved; their reason may not have been stated, but I knew why they were coming. Fueled by the whispers circulating in the empire and the stirs from the noble houses, even Diana was uneasy about this.


The entire castle walls were shaking; the last time I recalled such unrest in the empire was years ago when the Fates were involved in the line of succession.


I have already made my choice… if Sloane were made my Queen, I'd step down from the monarch's position and retire to one of the Balthar's lands in the countryside with Eloise. Damon can have the throne for all I care; he may be a reckless person, but maybe his reign will kickstart some sense in him.


Chapter 130 - Twisted Anger