I said all that, yet he’s still not here…
I glanced around the room. It was the day of the founding celebration, and the palace buzzed with activity. Everyone was absorbed in their tasks. preparing for the grand event. Meanwhile, I, the Queen of the Wolves, waited in the chamber adjacent to the great hall, preparing to step out and commence the ceremony.
Everything was in its proper place–perfect and precise. But the one person I was waiting for he wasn’t here
Despite my rather appetizing invitation, it seemed Rowan had chosen to skip the celebration.
“Don’t tell me he chickened out?” I muttered, raising an eyebrow. However, the thought was rather absurd. Especially when his image flashed in my mind.
Those playful yet unyielding eyes… that devilish smirk.
No, Rowan wasn’t the kind to back down from anything, I thought to myself.
He was someone who would personally attack the entire kingdom head on. No way he would escape attending the Founding Celebration out of
fear.
I was sure he would attend, especially since I promised to lift a restriction over his pack, Could it be that he had something more important?”
I was starting to regret missing out the shocked faces of the council upon seeing Rowan.
As I mulled, the door to my waiting room flew open with a bang. “Who dared? My gaze snapped toward the intruder.
Of course, there was only someone who dared to barge inside the queen’s room. Ael, my closest cousin who I considered my sister, stormed in, as bold and uninvited as ever.
She was ready to attend the Founding Celebration, dressed in a long white gown that shimmered under the light, every tiny twinkle demanding
altention
It was a stunning dress, made all the more striking because it was one of mine–a gown crafted exclusively for the queen, which she’d taken without permission.
As she entered, Ael was filled with pride and overflowing confidence. However, that pride and confidence disappeared the very next second.
Ael stared at me for a moment before she turned wide–eyed. Her expression morphing from confidence, to shock, to outright panic. I narrowed my eyes at her, silent but piercing.
Ael met my eyes. And in seconds, she blurted out her thoughts.
“S–sister..! Wha- what are you wearing?”
“I told you to wear the beige ceremonial gown! W–where did you find this red dress?” she exclaimed, pointing at my attire
“Why on earth are you wearing that? It doesn’t even suit your
I tumed toward the mirror, taking in my reflection. My ceremonial gown was a fierce, blazing red, adorned with glittering rubies that caught the light with every movement. The gems seemed alive, radiating brilliance. It was bold, extravagant, a statement.
In contrast, the gown Ael had picked for me–a simple beige number devoid of embellishments–was elegant but subdued, designed to fade into the background
In my past life, I had worn Uut beige gown for this very celebration. Apart from the pioment when I signalled the start of the celebration, I was immediately forgotten by everyone. On the other hand, Ael had dazzled the crowd, soaking in their adoration, while 1, the queen, remuined a mere
A quiet chuckle escaped me. Did you really think I’d let you act as the queen and the host of the founding celebration again!!
Twore this vivid red gown precisely for you, my dear sister, I thought with a smile.
I glanced at Arl, who was still fining around in her borrowed finery: Instead of looking like an elegant fairy, her movements towards me, dramatic and erratic, made her resemble a peacock mid–tantrum Despite myself. I let out another laugh
Finally, Arl seemed to notice my reaction and paused mid–rant to stare at me, expecting my answer
But seconds passed, and I still didn’t answer Art Only the small sinile kept playing on my lips.
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11:12 AM
Chapter 6
“To you, my sister, who repeatedly and thoroughly stabbed me in the back, there’s no reason for me to answer you, I thought, my gaze fixed coldly
on her.
Acl’s expression shifted ever so slightly. She could sense something was different, though she couldn’t pinpoint what. Before she could voice her suspicions, the door opened again, and an unexpected figure entered,
Instead of the young servant who had escorted me in my past life, it was the eldest among my servants who appeared. Slightly, my brows narrowed at the change.
“My Queen, everything is ready. Everyone is waiting for you to commence the celebration,” the servant said with a deep bow, her tone full of
respect.
I stared at her for a bit before nodding, dismissing Ael’s presence entirely. Then, my eyes swept the room one last time, clinging to a fragile hope that, I might see Rowan’s familiar, striking figure.
But he was not there. Not even his shadow graced the doorway.
“Disappointing” I thought, but ultimately, it doesn’t matter.
This night held far greater significance. This night would be the start that will change my fate… Coldness flashed in my eyes.
„Silently, I tightened my grip on the vial hidden in my palm. It was smooth and cool against my skin, a tangible reminder of the pivotal moment that awaited
Tonight, everything begins again.
With a wave of my hand, I commanded the doors to open.
The grand–hall came into view, filled with hundreds of werewolves. Each individual radiated power, their auras shimmering faintly in the vast space. As I stepped forward, the murmurs and movements stilled, and all eyes turned to me.
Though their bodies bowed in reverence, their gazes betrayed their thoughts. Boredom, apathy, even subtle scorn flickered in their eyes.
“Hah.‘ I lowered my gaze briefly, a bitter memory surfacing.
In my past life, I never truly looked at their faces. I walked this same path, blind to their indifference, convinced their bowed heads meant devotion. If I had paid attention perhaps I wouldn’t have met such a wretched end
But this was a different Ume. A different me.
Lifting my chin, I straightened my posture and locked eyes with them. My gaze swept over the room, piercing and commanding.
Something shifted.
Those indiferent gazes widened. Some looked startled, others intrigued. A few, bold and impudent, let their eyes roam over me like I was a rare treasure on display.
A faint, mocking smile curved my lips,
Beside me, a gasp escaped someone’s lips. I didn’t bother looking to see who it was.
1 stepped forward. Each movement deliberate, regal, a declaration of power. The soft rustle of my crimson gown echoed in the silence as I walked down the lung carjact toward my throne.
Their stares intensified. Whispers fluttered through the crowd like moths drawn to flame.
At the edge of my lips, the smallest smirk formed. My eyes curved into a crescent shape, playful yet sharp. With a tilt of my head, I offered a smile. -seductive, Captivating. It was a stark contrast to the cold, distant demeanor I’d worn in my past life.
And worked.
When I reached the throne, the weight of their gazes didn’t waver. Shock lingered on their faces; some were even blushing. The sheer absurday it almost made me laugh, but I kept my composure, letting them drown in their own surprise..
“This time.” I thought, sending outo the throne with quiet confidence. ‘I will claim the respect I deserve! :
Unfortunately, my change of my deincanur likewise attracted some unwanted attention Precisely, the moment I sat on the throne, one meinber of tic council came to me. With a complacent smug on his face and unhidden desire un liis eyes, he leaned towards ine
My queen, care for a dance?” He asked, but without waiting for my antwer, he was already reaching out to touch my hand
Suddenly before I could react, another hand reached out and grabbed the hand, preventing it from touching me,
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