Chapter 37: The Throne is Mine
The cold bite of betrayal lingered like the blood on my lips. I was still slumped against the prison bars when the heavy metal door screeched open. The echo rang through the dungeon like a war drum, slow and merciless. My heart thundered, not in fear, but in rage. And then she stepped in—the Queen Mother.
Draped in crimson robes that shimmered like blood, she glided toward me, her chin lifted with cruel pride. Her lips curled into a victorious smirk, as if she were already standing over my grave.
"Look at you," she drawled, voice smooth and venom-laced. "The mighty Luna turned prisoner. Tsk tsk. You never did know your place."
I didn't respond. My jaw clenched, the throbbing in my side intensifying. Blood still stained my mouth. I had barely gathered the
