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Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen

Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen

Author: rabb
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1202    |    Released on: Today at 17:45

it was inside her, a living thi

avy, dead weight against her chest, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into an inf

of sparks onto the rug. Through the

nn

ressed to his face. He hadn't looked back. Not once.

ed, but the sound wa

htgown catching fire, but she didn't feel the pain

bbed hi

en he saw her-saw the fire eating her hair, saw the dea

!" he s

her back. She reached for his throat. She wanted to take him w

ered, her voice cracking.

timber, wreathed in fire, sna

, white-hot, s

en, si

g stopped.

a cold so sharp it

rasping for a throat that wasn't there. Her chest heaved, sucking in

re out of her throat

t duvet was cool under her sweating palms. The curtains were

aid, stood there, a basin of water i

water sloshing over the rim of the

out of bed. Her bare feet hit the cold floorboards, and

lders. Her grip was bruising.

ng at her intensity. "She's in the nurs

bled, her legs feeling like jelly, her heart

into the

ood still in the corner. And there, in t

rd she could barely control them. She reached out, terrified that h

ny, rhythmic

sleep, her little han

ed her hand over her mouth, biting down on her knuckles

in the hallway.

steps. She had heard them walk

in his morning suit, looking crisp and respectable. His fac

the room. "Sophie said you

ed her he

d hatred must have flashed in her eyes, because Kenney pau

ep closer, reaching out

linched, shrinking away from his hand as if it

" she c

ring in the air. "You're trem

g her lungs to expand and contract slowly. She had to hi

trembling. "A nightmare. A terri

cticed. "Oh, my poor darling." He moved to the nightstand a

lass. His fingers b

he took the glass, gripping it so tightly she thought the crystal migh

hat soothing, patronizing tone he used when he wanted somethi

ad sna

ter Mas

rs ago. The night it all began. The night he f

e asked, her

eyes. "It's crucial for my promotion, Imogene. I

rotting him from the inside out. She saw the man who would lea

e," she s

sfied. "Good girl. Sophie is pre

dy thinking about his career, a

watched Emily sleep. The terror of the fire

lked to the mirror

nblemished. Her eyes were wide and haunted. But underne

ore. She was the one who k

irst, a grimace. But she adjusted it. Sh

whispered to

end the masquerade. She would

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Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen
Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen
“The house was a living inferno, the heat devouring the air in my lungs as I clutched my five-year-old daughter to my chest. Emily was dead weight, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into a furnace of orange and black. Through the stinging smoke, I saw my husband, Kenney, crawling toward the door with a wet handkerchief pressed to his face. He didn't look back at the crib, and he didn't call my name; he was simply leaving us to burn. I lunged forward and grabbed his ankle, my nightgown catching fire, but he didn't reach down to save me. He recoiled in horror at the sight of my burning hair and our dead child, kicking me back with a panicked shriek. "Let go!" he shrieked. I died as a massive, flaming timber snapped from the ceiling and crushed us both into silence. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would leave his family to die just to save his own skin, but the rage I felt was colder than the death that followed. But then the burning stopped instantly, replaced by a cold so sharp it made my teeth ache. I gasped, jerking upright in my bed to find the velvet duvet cool under my palms and the nursery quiet, with Emily still breathing softly in her crib. I had returned to the winter morning two years before the fire, the exact day Kenney finalized the deal to sell me to the King for a promotion. As Kenney stepped into the room with a practiced mask of concern, I realized I was no longer the victim of this story. "A nightmare, my love?" he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder. I flinched away, my eyes burning with a hatred he couldn't yet understand. Tonight was the Winter Masquerade, the night he planned to offer me to the King as a prize, but this time, I was going to turn his social ladder into a gallows.”