FIGHT BETWEEN FATED AND HATED

MEAL–UNDERSTANDING

LEVIATHAN’S POV

When Porsha walked out of the hall with the maids, the whole room buzzed with whispers. Some people laughed… some looked shocked.

Just the way I wanted.

A queen in the kitchen. My queen. The great dragon King Leviathan's queen.

The nobles always liked drama, and tonight I gave them one. But this wasn’t only for entertainment. I needed to see who Porsha truly was. Was she strong… or just pretending?

Time passed slowly. Too slowly, and I hated waiting.

Then the large doors opened again.

And she walked in.

Porsha entered the hall wearing a different gown. The dress was clean, fresh, beautiful. Her hair was redone. Her skin glowed like she had just taken a bath. She didn’t look tired. She didn’t look broken. She looked… confident, radiating with pride.

The nobles gaspe