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"Are you serious?!" Nemesia exclaimed, spitting blood. The silver in her system wreaked havoc, turning her healing wounds into bleeding sores. She lifted her eyes to the man who had promised to stand by her side and love her. The man she believed was sent by the goddess herself. They were meant to be together forever. She had done everything for him throughout their reign, dirtying her hands to ensure he remained an unblemished king in the eyes of their subjects. She endured the disdain of his parents, and the current rulers, and maneuvered him into the position of heir apparent over his siblings. She suffered and toiled for him because they were destined wolves. So why... WHY was he now before her, holding some scrawny blonde waif he had found battered in the woods? What did it matter that she was poor and had suffered? What did it matter how she was treated? Why was she crying at his side while Nemesia, his future queen and partner, was drenched in her own blood from the silver whip's lashings? "Melody is such a delicate creature, how could you treat her so harshly? I don't need a queen who's a monster!" Marco, the future king, her mate, hissed in anger. Shocked, Nemesia burst into laughter. "You don't need me? You made me a monster! You wanted power, you got it... and now you want to discard me? You'll regret this!" She bared her fangs. Melody cowered in Marco's embrace as he shouted for the guards to load Nemesia onto a wagon and take her to the Tower. The Tower! That's where she had banished many of his enemies... and now he wanted to send her there? Not over her dead body! Goddess, do you see how your faithful child suffers? I will have my revenge... I promise you! ---------------------------- You can find this story on Webnovel, Tapas and some Letterlux apps.
1 - The First Cry and Lost Hope
