Chapter Ten
***REMI***
I spent the summer of my teenage years in between two different worlds.
On one hand, there were the refined tea parties and courtly gatherings orchestrated by Rebecca, the eldest among us. With her poised grace and polished manners, she seemed to effortlessly embody everything expected of a future ruler. But try as I might, I never quite fit into her world of etiquette and aristocratic charm.
Then there was Reiyna, the second eldest, immersed in the rigorous training required to become a warrior and eventually command our legion. Her fierce determination and unwavering focus were admirable, but they left little room for someone like me, who stumbled over the simplest combat moves and wilted under the weight of her expectations.
Rose was my best friend until my fifteenth summer. We shared everything, from secret hideouts in the castle gardens to whispered dreams of adventure beyond the palace walls. Until she turned the age of eighteen and gained half a dozen suitors.
Free from ruling the throne like Rebecca, or the armies like Reiyna, Rose started incessantly dating. She dated so many men that she never had any time for me anymore.
As I lay chained on a bed in a house full of killers, I can’t help but reflect on how little in my life I ever cared about myself.
Outside my window, I can hear the violins of a nocturnal court. See the revelries of a great party that will likely go on until sunrise.
Xaden and Keiran are both surrounded by beautiful women. The sure and quick jealousy has kept me up all night.
Before coming here, I thought my life was always destined to be in my sister's shadows. And I was okay with that, content in my life off in the wildflower fields on the sidelines of the castle.
But now I’m the center of attention. The prophet. The Sacrifice. The magic doesn’t run in my Rose’s, Reiyna’s, or Rebecca’s blood.
The power only runs in mine.
I’ve never once, at any point in my life, had any power.
And now that I’ve tasted it…there’s no way in the three hells I’m handing it over to the witches for some sacrifice. I’ll work with Keiran to save the people of his city, but they are not taking me any farther from my real home.
I’ll bleed myself dry before I let them take my power.
I stand from the bed and grab the pitcher of water from my bedside table. I walk across the room to the fire, as far as the chain will pull me, and pour half the pitcher of water onto the dying embers.
The entire time I’ve been here, I’ve only been wondering what my older sisters would do. How Reiyna would suggest diplomacy, Reiyna, stabbing, and Rose flirtation.
I think it’s about time I ask myself what I would do.
I cross back across the room and sit on the bed. I pull the thin silk sheets around me as if I’m freezing–helpless, but not enough to cover my breasts.
I don’t have to fake the fear in my voice as I call for Kallias, nor the shiver as his footsteps sound.
He will be the weak one. I’m sure of it. I will pick the Midnight King’s Inner Circle off and break them one by one before they can break me.
The sound of my door unlocking echoes through my bedroom.
I am the prophet of the Solis Kingdom. The Savior of the Midnight King. I may die fighting when the witches come to save me and be killed in their predatory ritual, but I won’t go down without taking action.
And I am not going to die a virgin.
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