CHAPTER ELEVEN
BREA
"I am not a queen." Brea crashed into the throne room, holding her magic back and using her brute strength instead. Okay, she ordered a guard to use his strength and stared him down until he obeyed.
Now, said guard stood cowering near the door while Brea stomped down the long aisle to her mother's gilded throne. A throne she refused to sit on at any point in the future.
Her mother looked up from the Eldurian citizen she'd been speaking to--an older woman who set a basket of eggs at the queen's feet. It was an image straight out of a novel where some fantasy queen accepted gifts from her people as they entreated her to settle land disputes and other issues.
Somehow, it seemed almost beneath the great Queen Faolan. Brea only saw her interact with the people at her bi
