THE LAST QUEEN

EFA

CLAI

ers, places, and events are products of the a

ving or dead, events, or locations is

ER WAR

ome readers may find distressing.

g lan

nd assas

tent (both heterose

means love is chaotic, pain is part of t

T OF

tten in third per

E SCHE

asionally be skipped days as I am currently balancing th

e updates consistent while fulfilling my duty to th

me. Every comment, like, and read keeps me m

OR'S

d to me. There are so many incredible books out there, and the fact that

me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it

re. I cannot wait to share m

l my gr

nce

OLO

o a statue that seemed almost alive in its stillness. It was a towering figure carved with fierce precision. Torin. I

me, curiosity lifting my voice into

was

ution crossing his face. Then he spoke, his voice low

s, was never meant to sit on a throne. He claimed Vanilor through bloo

ghtened as

the shattered Kingdom of Aethel. The boy was of remarkable beauty and unbroken pride even in chains. Torin sho

of desire, danger, and obsession. I studied the stat

voice barely above a whisper, my e

ophy grew into something far more perilous. Torin found himself ensnared by feelings he d

His voice painted viv

, and secrets threatened to de

at had been burning at

d it al

ed. He spoke as if reco

s ambitious, driven by an insatiable hunger for power. As a youth, he discovered a book that haunted his dreams as he grew. In his final dream, a cloaked figure with

llegiance and forcing the rest into submission by war. Aethel, next in line

e, his words no longer echoed in my ears but came alive