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“This one would make a better queen than the last two, I think,” Mais purred slyly, and bile rose in the back of my throat.
“His queen?”
“Yes. The Dark King has been searching for his mate for a very long time. Perhaps you are the one for him after all,” she mused, and my fingers tightened into fists at my side.
“The moment your hand touches mine, I will remove the last threads of his curse completely. I vow this to you,” Malachi implored me.
“And the people of Terraheim?”
“The Dark King has no interest in the people of this realm should he have you,” he promised.
“He won’t kill them all?”
“He has no interest in shepherding more lost souls through his realm,” he answered.
“What does that mean?”
“You will understand in time,” he sighed.
Malachi’s hands began to weave a complex tapestry of gestures in the air. The very fabric of reality seemed to ripple and distort, as if bowing to the sorcerer’s will. Threads of ethereal energy, pulsating with a malevolent violet hue, spun and intertwined, forming an intricate circling sphere of magic that defied mortal comprehension.
With a surge of dark power, Malachi spoke an incantation in a low voice using a language I did not understand. As he chanted, the air crackled with energy, vibrating with an ominous anticipation. The space before him trembled, the fabric of existence tearing apart to reveal a portal, a gateway into the realm of Helheim.
Purple wisps of magic emanated from the fissure, like ethereal tendrils reaching out to the dark corners of the room. A chilling wind swept forth from the opening, causing goosebumps to rise upon my skin. The air grew heavy with the scent of brimstone and decay, and a distant cacophony of tortured screams and infernal roars carried through the portal, a haunting symphony from the depths of Helheim.
Malachi’s eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, reflecting the deep hues of the purplish abyss beyond the portal. With a triumphant smirk, he extended his hand, his fingers barely grazing the threshold of the gateway. The portal widened, revealing glimpses of a realm shrouded in darkness and infused with twisted magic.
A place that seemed fated to become my destiny.
Even now, the seer’s voice remained silent. Maybe she had been wrong, and I was meant for the Dark King after all.
“Now come. The Dark King awaits his queen,” Malachi rumbled.
“I am no queen,” I said forlornly.
“She ismyqueen.”
Roken’s voice was like a welcome song on the wind. I breathed a sigh of both unshakeable fear and overwhelming relief as I turned my head and looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me, dressed in nothing more than a simple pair of dark grey trousers and his sword belt around his waist.
“If the Dark King wants my Sophia, then he is going to have to kill me before he lays a single finger on her,” Roken growled.
CHAPTER21
Roken
My eyes rested solely on my mate. Her eyes held mine, pleading and innocent and impossibly strong.
“Yourqueen?” she questioned with a whisper, her words directed solely at me.
I nodded.
She was my mate. It was because of her that I was back in control.
Every fiber of my being thrummed with newfound vitality and purpose. It was as if I had been reborn, granted a second chance to embrace life without the constraints of the curse.
I felt so much lighter, as if the burden that had haunted me for ages was finally lifted. A rush of emotions flooded my senses—joy, elation, and an overwhelming sense of liberation.
A sharp pang pierced my heart, and I gritted my teeth, turning my attention from Sophia’s gaze to Malachi’s.
