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can't look directly at Marathe. I take a moment to regain my composure.
"A Queen knows loss. She grieves with her people and for them. It falls to us. My King-"
"Mateas is King! Not him!" Marathe yells.
"MY King," I emphasize the first word. "Has presented to you evidence."
"He has presented accusations!" Mance yells.
"Evidence of a plot to awaken the Ancients. The Founders of our Clans. There's one piece of evidence that he hasn't presented to this Council. The Prophecy of Return says clearly that a female shifter will walk with the Ancients. Some assume this means they will awake and that a new age will dawn for our kind.
I'm not here to debate or discuss prophecy. I ask that you indulge me when I bring forth further evidence for your examination that the accusations leveled by my husband are accurate."
I turn and look back at Logan who is already standing by the door. He swings it open and the two White women walk in freely, though they both hang their heads. Most in the room gasp at the sight for they do appear to be female shifters in a half shifted form. Scales are on their exposed skin, they have draconic features and spikes for hair. They move to stand to either side of me.
"I present to this Council as evidence of our accusations Melissa and Theresa. Formerly of Clan White. Due to atrocities committed against them, I and my King have extended our protection."
The Council erupts into chaos. Yelling and screaming. Dracul sits impassive letting them argue until at last he slams down his gavel. He says nothing but strikes it again and the Council members resume their seats.
"This is startling evidence you present," Dracul says. "Ladies. How is it you come to have the appearance of the ability to shift?"
Melissa cowers, her shoulders slumping even further, but Theresa stands up straighter and meets Dracul's eyes.
"Our Queen, the one whom was our heart, did this to us through her magic. We were changed physically and mentally to believe that we were born this way."
"This is all an elaborate ploy by Archer and his compatriots-" Narissa yells.
"A joke, no one can take this-" Marathe yells.
"Enough!" Dracul says raising his voice for the first time I can recall. "Evidence has been presented. Archer state your request of this Council so a vote may be called."
Archer steps one step in front of me and I gather the two women to my side.
"Council. I ask that my throne be restored. Further I ask that White be censured for their plot to awaken an Ancient. That the marks of binding be removed from myself and my man Logan. Lastly, as part of the same motion, I ask that Marathe and my bastard child Mateas be turned over to me for punishment as I deem fit."
"The motion is made, Council a vote is in order."
"White."
"No!"
"Green."
"Ridiculous, no."
"Blue."
"Yes."
"Black."
Nephetitia watches her husband who sits silent for a long moment before nodding. "Yes."
"Silver."
"Wise are those who listen when their heart speaks. Yes."
"Gold."
"No!" Marathe screams spitting.
"A tie. Red will vote."
Dracul sits back in his chair pulling at his chin and staring at me. Anastasia sits next to him impassive. My heart pounds in my chest. Right now, on this single vote, we win or lose.
"Red votes yes. Take Marathe into custody to be delivered to Gold."
He slams the gavel down as Marathe screams and leaps over the table. Her hands are outstretched and starting to glow as she flies through the air at me.
I cringe. I know what's coming.
We are only days from my birthday. It's going to happen if the cycle isn't broken. Marathe is going to kill me now.
An ache clasps my chest as everyone around me moves in slow motion but it isn't for me that I feel sad but the fluttering heartbeat growing in my womb that will never know life.
Purple bolts shoot past my head and then everything starts to move in normal time again. Remy moves into view as his magic creates purple bindings that negate Marathe's magic.
I draw in a shuddering
"A Queen knows loss. She grieves with her people and for them. It falls to us. My King-"
"Mateas is King! Not him!" Marathe yells.
"MY King," I emphasize the first word. "Has presented to you evidence."
"He has presented accusations!" Mance yells.
"Evidence of a plot to awaken the Ancients. The Founders of our Clans. There's one piece of evidence that he hasn't presented to this Council. The Prophecy of Return says clearly that a female shifter will walk with the Ancients. Some assume this means they will awake and that a new age will dawn for our kind.
I'm not here to debate or discuss prophecy. I ask that you indulge me when I bring forth further evidence for your examination that the accusations leveled by my husband are accurate."
I turn and look back at Logan who is already standing by the door. He swings it open and the two White women walk in freely, though they both hang their heads. Most in the room gasp at the sight for they do appear to be female shifters in a half shifted form. Scales are on their exposed skin, they have draconic features and spikes for hair. They move to stand to either side of me.
"I present to this Council as evidence of our accusations Melissa and Theresa. Formerly of Clan White. Due to atrocities committed against them, I and my King have extended our protection."
The Council erupts into chaos. Yelling and screaming. Dracul sits impassive letting them argue until at last he slams down his gavel. He says nothing but strikes it again and the Council members resume their seats.
"This is startling evidence you present," Dracul says. "Ladies. How is it you come to have the appearance of the ability to shift?"
Melissa cowers, her shoulders slumping even further, but Theresa stands up straighter and meets Dracul's eyes.
"Our Queen, the one whom was our heart, did this to us through her magic. We were changed physically and mentally to believe that we were born this way."
"This is all an elaborate ploy by Archer and his compatriots-" Narissa yells.
"A joke, no one can take this-" Marathe yells.
"Enough!" Dracul says raising his voice for the first time I can recall. "Evidence has been presented. Archer state your request of this Council so a vote may be called."
Archer steps one step in front of me and I gather the two women to my side.
"Council. I ask that my throne be restored. Further I ask that White be censured for their plot to awaken an Ancient. That the marks of binding be removed from myself and my man Logan. Lastly, as part of the same motion, I ask that Marathe and my bastard child Mateas be turned over to me for punishment as I deem fit."
"The motion is made, Council a vote is in order."
"White."
"No!"
"Green."
"Ridiculous, no."
"Blue."
"Yes."
"Black."
Nephetitia watches her husband who sits silent for a long moment before nodding. "Yes."
"Silver."
"Wise are those who listen when their heart speaks. Yes."
"Gold."
"No!" Marathe screams spitting.
"A tie. Red will vote."
Dracul sits back in his chair pulling at his chin and staring at me. Anastasia sits next to him impassive. My heart pounds in my chest. Right now, on this single vote, we win or lose.
"Red votes yes. Take Marathe into custody to be delivered to Gold."
He slams the gavel down as Marathe screams and leaps over the table. Her hands are outstretched and starting to glow as she flies through the air at me.
I cringe. I know what's coming.
We are only days from my birthday. It's going to happen if the cycle isn't broken. Marathe is going to kill me now.
An ache clasps my chest as everyone around me moves in slow motion but it isn't for me that I feel sad but the fluttering heartbeat growing in my womb that will never know life.
Purple bolts shoot past my head and then everything starts to move in normal time again. Remy moves into view as his magic creates purple bindings that negate Marathe's magic.
I draw in a shuddering
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