Prologue-1
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Prologue
“I can’t,” the old man mumbled, shaking his head in distress. “My magic will not work against the Queen. We are bound. No, no… the Queen is too powerful.”
“Oray,” the queen called from the doorway of their private study.
The King of the Isle of Magic looked up from where he was sitting behind the beautifully carved wood desk. His eyes were glazed with an ink-black film.
With a frown, the Queen stepped into the darkened room. She waved her hand and the blinds slid back. Oray rose from his seat with an animalistic snarl. The Queen’s hand froze in midair at the uncharacteristic sound.
“Isha,” the Queen quietly called, never taking her eyes off of her husband. She saw only a reflection of herself in his black eyes, not the warm, loving, and compassionate man who had once inhabited his body.
“I see it, Your Majesty,” Isha quietly responded.
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