Chapter Twenty Three
At the Castle in Flames She was not in the best mood. In fact, she was in the worst mood possible. The girl—Anna, or Azuellyn or Alexandria or whatever her name was—had ruined the Queen’s plan. As Cobalt walked into the throne room, her metal claw tapped on the arm of the throne. Her claws weren’t the scariest part of her. Although Queen Allura did have have them sharpened and attached to her fingers everyday, it was her eyes that were terrifying. They shone with scarlet irises, and a bright yellow flecks across them. They bore into his soul as he slowly walked up to her. It was her eyes, that truly frightened him. It wasn’t the colour. It was the anger behind the colour. The anger in her dark soul. “Cobalt! Come,” She gestured him closer, she was beckoning him to come as if s
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