The Chosen One: Flames of Sorcery

quivered as she confronted Dagon. She had summoned hi

Dagon replied with

! I am the Queen. It should be me he loves. I should

g with the bitterness of unrequited love. Her tear-filled

orrow brewing within her. Queen Nadia's desire for King Aric's affection had always been unfulfilled, even before the pr

her voice now tinged with helple

your path permanently, and your troubles will b

ed, her eyes wid

n consider that," she whis

's voice dripped

ng," Queen Nadia repl

ago, you were reminding me that you are the Queen. The

possible suggestion,"

your capabilities, then perhaps you're weaker than I believe

t piqued Nadia's cur

ith a malevolent light

dia. Yet, she knew it to be unattainable due to her in

hieve that, could you?" s

ady? But remember, certain tasks require yo

took to defy the cruel hand fate had dealt her—even if it meant ending Aric's life. His love

e condition that you fulfill your e

lady. This shall be no different," Dagon as

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as: find Alia at any cost, and their search wa

im. He pondered the conundrum of his identity as both a devoted lover and a reigning monarch. What course of action should he take upon finding her? His thoughts rem

he grand doors of his chambers swung open a

's voice rang out, charged with a mi

eyes with an icy, calculating stare. Her intentions were

n Nadia declared, her gaze darkening

, he felt a peculiar sensation. The air was being siphoned from his lungs, his very breath stolen away. Struggling against the invisi

gan to blur and fade, the edges of his vision dimming. Amidst his fading consciousness, his final thoughts coale

er calculated plan had borne its fruit; Aric was no longer a barrier to her ambitions. Stepping away from the scene, he

laughter spilled from her lips, a haunting sound that declared her newfound dominance. T