The summons to Andrea's office comes in the dead of night and it takes all of Carina's restraint not to strangle the servant who woke her. It wasn't Selene her personal maid. This one is a meek little thing, almost cowering in the doorway.

"My apologies Queen Carina for the late hour but Mistress Arron said it was urgent," the servant girl says, her eyes gleaming with fear at Carina's murderous expression.

Groaning and slipping on a thin robe she waves her hand, dismissing the girl who scurries away bowing hastily. She lights a candle to take down the hall and considers waking up Sheshu who is curled in a green ball on the chair by her dresser, but does not. No point in disturbing her precious viper.

Despite not being human at all Sheshu truly understands her, but then again Carina is a queen and some would argue they are not human at all. She had never wanted to explain the bond between her and the snake particularly when they first found each other when Sheshu was barely a hatchling and Carina was nothing but a small child, but it was always there. Unexplainable even to herself. But now she suspects the Goddess had a hand in their union, calling a familiar for her - perfect for a queen who is both poisoner and naturalist.

Naturalist. It should repulse her, to admit to herself that she carries threads of that gift as well as one of poison but how can she reject it when she is sure it is the reason she has Sheshu. And she has made use of it in secret, blooming all manner of poisonous plants and flowers to brew for her own concoctions that she has been experimenting with for her sisters, careful to keep it from anyone's view. But it has become a habit, an itch to scratch ever since she truly acknowledged it. To bloom things into life that will then aid in taking life. A balanced cycle.

Surprisingly, she enjoys that feeling, it is different from the opulent intoxicating manner of poisoning, that fuels her veins with power, but one that makes her feel grounded to life itself, infusing her with vitality.

Smiling at her thoughts, Carina gives Sheshu one more fond glance before following the light in her hand, satirising down the corridor towards Andrea's office, the sound of her footsteps echoing in her ears. She passes Eliza's chambers, briefly pausing as she touches the door fondly. Being woken by Eliza in the dead of night would've been far more exciting.

But she keeps walking, not daring to daydream about her oracle for any longer. Foolish of her. She cannot allow herself to be distracted. Not by her naturalist gift. Not by her affection for Eliza. Not now. But perhaps. When she is Queen Crowned. Things can be different. Eliza and her perfect full lips can distract her all day. Perhaps in time she could confide in the oracle about her dual gifted nature. A ray of hope after the messy work of the Ascension.

Finally, she makes it to the dark oak door, surprised to see the door already slightly adjar, the gold light from inside creeping into the corridor as if someone had cut into the darkness' tapestry.

Not bothering to knock, she opens the door and is met with Andrea whose eyes snap up to hers immediately, grinning like a fiend as she sits on her chair, a glass of almost drained wine on top the papers on her desk. Along with a smiling Octavia, who stands by her sister, clad in a purple robe with darker purple thorns stitched along the material. Even Amara, Niklaus and Eirene are here, all sat down though the two younger brothers, Adrion and Silas, are absent, likely still terrorising Prynn's streets and taverns.

All three are in their nightclothes, Amara's hair looking so uncharacteristically messy that Carina bites back a laugh. She is glad she wasn't the only one disturbed but she supposes the others were hurried along. There are some perks to being a queen. Especially one with a short temper. No one wants to disturb a poisoner queen or her slumbering viper.

"Is someone going to tell me why I've been summoned at this dreadful hour or am I supposed to guess?" Carina asks snidely, not bothering with politeness as she rubs her eyes, still adjusting to the bright light of the room.

Octavia and Andrea's smiles deepen while the others look to their mother. Amara with annoyance, stifling back a yawn. The twins, Niklaus and Eirene exchanging a curious look with each other before their gazes return to their mother.

"Cierra Raduron is dead!" Andrea craws, raising her hemlock wine, "Melinda Marlowe's informant gave me the news only an hour ago and I couldn't wait until morning to tell you all, that bitch is finally rotting in the ground, Umbra is vulnerable, the Radurons are vulnerable, Arwen's position has been weakened."

Carina blinks, taking a moment to process Andrea's words. Cierra dead? How? Who would dare? She doesn't think anyone from outside of Umbra would have the stomach for it. Apart from Andrea perhaps. But even then. She glances at the others and each share have a range of expressions from shock, confusion and glee in Amara's case.

"Isn't it wonderful news Carina?" Octavia says with a rare smile at the queen, taking a sip of her wine.

She nods, starting to smile as the news fully sets in. Arwen's gift is strong but everybody knew Cierra was the ruthless one - the driving force of her family. The one with the political savvy. The biggest threat. And Ebony Raduron, though powerful, is more placid than her predecessor.

"It is wonderful news," Carina agrees, "the Radurons will be greatly weakened, Arwen surely will be shaken as well, having to navigate the Ascension without Cierra."

"Perhaps it's a sign from the Goddess," Amara pipes up wickedly, lazily helping herself to some hemlock wine, "telling you that now is the time to strike at Arwen, poison her while she is weak and scrambling, poison her until her very bones are tainted."

Octavia murmurs in agreement, a malicious joyous glint in her eyes but Carina knows she enjoys any talk of violence and sadism. Eirene stays silent as expected but after their altercation weeks ago Carina hasn't heard her say more than a few words - she's back to her usual self. Threatened into submission or perhaps hiding time for her next attempt to blackmail Carina. Niklaus smiles but there is concern also wallowing in his blue eyes.

"How did it happen? Does Melinda know?" Niklaus presses, "it is good news to be sure but I'd be interested to know who would be behind an attack so bold, if someone can assassinate someone as powerful as Cierra Raduron with no consequences what is to stop them from trying to harm us?"

The elation of the room falters a little as Amara turns sharply to face her older brother.

"Really Nik? Don't be such a downer, no one would dare strike against us," she says with a razor look, "yes the shadows are powerful but they have never been as established on the island as our family, they were myth for centuries, they are unknown, not like us, the people know us, they fear us and they all know we pay our debts tenfold, so let us bask in a victory today, let Carina strike quickly and cleanly, and be closer to taking the throne."

Octavia and Andrea both nod in agreement will Eirene looks mildly amused at Amara's arrogance.

"Niklaus listen to your sister and rest east, Melinda is looking into it as we speak we need to know who could be so bold, I'm sure whoever did it will be brought to justice," Andrea explains calmly, draining her wine, drunk on either the wine or some twisted euphoria at Cierra's demise.

"And of course you already know the suitor, Klaude Vale, is dead, Arwen is inconsolable, poor child," she says mockingly then her expression becomes more austere, "however, by all accounts they say that she surrounded Umbra's borders in shadows, though people have already travelled through it and come to no harm, all it's useful for is hiding the shadows but that has always been their way."

Shock and uneasiness ripples amongst the room at such a powerful feat. Unheard of, for shadows to exist separate from its wielder. Yet no one really knows the full extent of Queen Arwen's powers. Or the shadows gifts in general.

Carina looks at all their faces, distain on Octavia's, worry on Amara's and even more concern on Niklaus'. Nothing on Eirene's face as usual. Andrea is the only one who remains indifferent and calm, the matriarch in action. But if Andrea is not truly concerned then neither is Carina, and it won't stop her going to Umbra to murder her sister if needs be.

"It is a queenly feat, tales of her power will spread," Octavia hisses, "they may draw comparison to Queen Illian's great mist, I do not like it."

Carina rolls her eyes at the comparison. It is almost an insult. Arwen is no Blue Queen. Her shadow gift makes her no more sacred than the other queens of the common three.

Andrea narrows her eyes at her sister with that, "none of us like it sister but do not be so dramatic, the brat coated one city in shadows, the Blue Queen covered the entire island."

Andrea's tone is so unimpressed that it almost makes Carina laugh. But it does the trick and Octavia bows her head in submission, relaxing a little.

Niklaus nods in agreement stepping up as well, "it is like Mother said, it is no comparison and let us not forget the time of the Queens War, the mist was not protection then, tales say it was a horror, to be feared."

Carina's smile widens. Niklaus will make a savvy politician and advisor when Carina is Queen Crowned. An asset. He always sees the angle to paint a story, just like his mother.

Andrea nods in approval, "my son has a point, the feat is impressive or it is cursed ... we simply need to spread rumours that it is the later, Amara I'm sure I can leave that with you."

Amara grins wickedly at that, "of course mother, it will be done, by the time we're finished if the people discuss Arwen it will only be to say that she is cursed."

The mood in the room lightens again and Andrea smiles at her daughter before bringing them all back on point.

"The shadow border is no threat, and Arwen has never been weaker, she is broken in mind," she stops for a moment the only evidence of her slight worry in the crease at her brow, "though I must admit the nature of Klaude Vale's death concerns me, by all accounts he was poisoned."

The Arrons eyes all widen in surprise before they all survey each other shrewdly, perhaps wondering if one of them is guilty. Carina does not entertain the wayward looks thrown her way by Amara and Octavia, if she looks at them she may gouge their eyes out. She takes a deep breath, trying to control her temper but she already knows what is going to come out of Andrea's mouth next.

Andrea continues, "there are whispers that it was a failed attempt on Queen Arwen, but more believe that you did it."

The pin drops and it is all Carina can do to control her temper and not throw the wine glass on Andrea's desk into the wall. She knew of Klaude's death before, Niklaus told her days ago. And suitors have been killed on the island before. But the manner. Poison? And they all assume it is her. It makes her start to boil with rage as she thinks on it. Any fool can use poison, But it takes a master to perfect it.

"That is ridiculous, I did no such thing!" Carina snaps, thinking about the consequences of such rumours. Especially a queen believing them. And the poisoners and Arrons are already unpopular as it is, and now any progress Carina has made recently has blown away.

The Ascension becoming personal is a dangerous thing, dangerous for all of Carina's allies and whoever ended Arwen's lovesick puppy has directed that blame to Carina. Though her sister has been rumoured to have a calm temperament who knows how she behaves now, with her foster mother dead and her lover. And Carina is not stupid, she knows that the shadow gift in her sister is strong.

And now the people who will feed into such rumours will ruin her reputation, one that she has been working so hard to change. Building rapport in neighbouring villages, enough so to display Eliza's healing lessons. To appeal to non-poisoners and show them that a poisoner can wound but also heal. But now they think she has slain a suitor just to weaken her sister? They will think her merciless and if they find out about her budding naturalistic gifts they will say she is mad. And no one will mourn her if she is slain.

"Of course it is a ridiculous rumour," Eirene agrees, the first thing she has said the whole time. And she looks at Carina in uncharacteristic sympathy though her eyes sing with amusement at Carina's barely contained rage and frankly it makes the queen want to tear Eirene's eyes from their sockets and see if she is still smiling when the blood starts to pool.

"Of course," Niklaus echoes his twin, "though it is a shame to lose the potential of Valostra's alliance for Carina, Klaude was a nephew of their king after all, one of the first royal suitors in generations."

Boohoo, Carina thinks to herself, everybody knows the king consort is of no relevance on Fennbirn. It would not matter if Klaude had been a king, he would've been nothing compared to the Queen Crowned.

Andrea nods, "yet I am glad it is a headache for Umbra and the current Black Council to deal with, and do not fret Carina," she says reassuringly, "when the people hear of Cierra's demise it will overshadow that of the suitor's."

Perhaps it will for some but Arwen will make sure that the island remembers if the rumours about her new temper are true.

"Is that all?" Carina asks, barely able to contain her temper.

"Yes," Andrea answers, "you may all take your leave, and tomorrow we plan."

Plan? No. She will plan on her own, make a move so quickly that no one will hear of it. She trusts Andrea's loyalty, or at least her loyalty to furthering the poisoners but Octavia and Eirene? They are not to be trusted, no one will know of her plans.

Carina spins to the door without so much as a glance though she can feel Niklaus' concern burning into her back. She walks back down in the darkness, her candle disregarded in Andrea's study, and thanks to her knowing Prynn Manor inside and out makes it back to her room without even knocking into a thing.

She loathes surprises. And now someone has been moving pieces around on the chessboard. Her board. Cierra and Klaude both dead? No coincidence. And it frustrates Carina that Melinda Marlowe has no inclination of who it is. Though it calms her to think her own letter from the spy that will surely have arrived by tomorrow. Even though Melinda reports to Andrea she now also reports directly to Carina, unbeknownst to the Arron matriarch.

The letter will contain Arwen's patterns, movements, behaviours. Weaknesses in Draven Mansion that could be infiltrated. Melinda will be appointed the Queen's Spymaster when Carina takes the throne as promised and her family will be provided for handsomely for generations to come.

The first spy of many that Carina plans to install into her own personal network that isn't filtered down through Andrea. When she is Queen Crowned she will have spies everywhere. One can never be too careful. Queen Crowned's can be deposed. Queen Katharine taught her that. As did Elsabet.

As Carina lies down in her bed, it takes a while before sleep finds her again and for that time she only gazes silently at the purple canopy above, in the distorted light she can almost see the blackness of Arwen's eyes boring into her. And when it does she dreams of shadowed hands coming to take her breath away.

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When Carina awakens the next day it is by daybreak's streaming rays and Selene, her favourite maid, who she smiles at with rare affection.

"Good morning Rina," Selene greets, eagerly walking to the bedside, a letter bearing the Marlowe seal clutched in her hands, "the informant delivered this first thing, I kept an eye out per hour instructions and got it before any of the household woke, nobody saw a thing."

Carina smiles gleefully, "Thank you my friend I will not forget your loyalty or discretion."

Selene's beautiful brown face crinkles at that, looking at her queen with a rare warmth for the poisoner household, "you are my queen and it is the least I can do, you have always treated me so kindly."

"Not kindly, with the respect you deserve," Carina retorts, squeezing the maid's hand affectionately who returns the gesture.

"I am supposed to be helping Mistress Arron today with her hair, she is to have lunch at Charlotte Bend's and desires a rather elaborate style that apparently her maids are not up to the task of," Selene remarks dryly, "Cierra Raduron's demise has Miss Amara in a particularly light mood."

"She is an overindulgent child," Carina replies dryly to which Selene cannot help but let out a small snort but then turns red in embarrassment.

"You're terrible" Selene chides though cannot keep the grin off of her face, "and though it may be true, she will have my head if I do not attend to her now."

"Not if I have hers," she retorts but nonetheless bides Selene to go attend to Amara Arron. Better to have at least one of the vipers occupied while she reads Melinda's letters in disturbed.

At first it reiterates the letter she delivered to Andrea of the death of Cierra and the manner of Klaude's poisonous demise. But then more vital information. She reads it five times, meticulously noting Melinda's observations of weaknesses in Draven Mansion. Arwen's current patterns.

They say the Shadow Queen was a shell but now she is driven by rage, and Ebony Raduron is fanning those flames towards Carina which makes her eyes flare in annoyance. Of course the Ascension can only end one way but it was never supposed to be so personal. And being blamed for something Carina did not even do?

Arwen's no longer simply competing to be Queen Crowned or for her own survival, by all accounts vengeance and ice cold rage is all that drives her now. Apparently her gift seems even stronger, they are rumours that she has started possessing any she suspects to be in accordance with the one who poisoned Klaude Vale. A variant of the shadow gift that is virtually unheard of since the Queens of Old.

At least the Shadow Court is in disorder currently and Arwen may be stronger and more dangerous but in her anger she will not think logically. That is a mistake Carina will not make. And perhaps if Arwen continues rumours can be spread about madness. Perhaps the priestesses may even take her head. Unlikely but still something to think on briefly.

Frowning, she thinks on Andrea's original news about the suitor. Such a quick bloody death for Klaude Vale. No creativity. No flare. And any poison Carina decides to use will always find the right target. There is no need for her to slay suitors who carry the promise of both continuing the triplets line and creating alliances. No need at all. Not when she has her dear sisters to satisfy any bloodlust.

She loathes Nalani the most, the spoiled elemental brat, but Arwen's unfounded hatred makes her start to seethe. Both of them will perish. But one at a time. Arwen is the immediate threat, a raging bull ready to charge. With snakes the one who strikes first will win and Carina intends for that to be herself. Striking hard and fast. There is no time to waste, she plans to leave tomorrow at the earliest arriving when the sun starts to rise and the shadows start to sleep.

Already her return letter to Melinda has surely reached Umbra, she gave the informant good food, drink and apples for the girl's steed before sending her right back to the shadow's city. Melinda will host her in secret, and Carina will formulate how to get within striking distance of Arwen.

Still, the thought of travelling north makes her uneasy. Prynn is a viper's best to be sure but it is hers. Her city. Her domain of power.

But she has never even been to Umbra. No one has. One cannot simply visit the shadows' city. Despite the eighteen years it's spent as officially back to being a part of the rest of the island -  it is still foreign. And that makes her extremely uneasy.

But it will be done, and when it is Carina will be one step closer to the throne, to explore who she could become free from this ruthless cycle. She is a poisoner yes, but she tires of their manipulations and facades. She enjoys the game at times. But there is more to life. Perhaps she can even be a good Queen Crowned.

Queen Carina is so deep in thought, fingering Melinda's purple wax seal on the letter that she doesn't even notice the presence of Eliza Lermont in her chambers until the oracle comes up next to her.

The poisoner queen instantly drops the letter, drawing her eyes from the contents of her desk to Eliza and she cannot help but smile, forgetting all her plans and woes.

Eliza Lermont is a breath of fresh air. And today she looks particularly beautiful, her silver charmed braids in a half up half down do, bequeathed in a pale mint green dress with stars embroidered in, the dress glows beautifully next to her dark skin. Carina briefly wonders what it would be like to run her hands across it.

"Couldn't resist coming to my chambers I see," Carina says with a smirk, standing up and watching with satisfaction as Eliza realises that the queen is only wearing a dark robe with nothing underneath.

Eliza flushes, "I'm sorry I didn't announce myself properly, I didn't realise that you weren't dressed."

"No need for apologises," Carina smirks, leaning into her chair, "I have no qualms about you enjoying the view."

"Goddess you're vain," Eliza laughs nervously.

"When you look like me it would hard not to be," Carina replies, walking closer to Eliza, "and you my dear didn't deny it."

Eliza says nothing in reply to that as she knows it is true though she would never admit it and stroke Carina's ego even more. For she is vain and shallow. But in Eliza's opinion, she is also clever, brilliant, driven and has a good heart under all her facades. And she is beautiful. So beautiful and she never leaves Eliza's mind. She has seeped into her thoughts, dragged her hooks in and nothing will shake them. It must be the allure of being so near a queen. All three sisters are beautiful with their queenly features but Carina has a malignant yet magnificent glint in her eyes.

"I heard about Cierra Raduron's death and that Queen Arwen blames you for Klaude Vale's death," Eliza says tentatively, "I wanted to see if you were alright, while I was having breakfast with Nik, said he thought you may be planning a strike."

Nik? At times Carina forgets Niklaus Arron is the only reason Eliza is here from Sunpool in the first place, to try to change her queenly image, teach her to heal rather than just poison. But damn Niklaus, clever little bastard seems to know Carina's thought process too well. And he must think Eliza is the best way to extract such information. Bastard.

"For my advisor, or so he calls himself, he seems to lack discretion and the ability to disguise his attempt to manipulate information out of me," Carina says, shaking her head in amusement though she is not angry. Not truly. Niklaus clearly what's to be kept in the loop. And even though he may pry for information at least he loyal.

And if it were anyone other than Eliza that Niklaus had sent she would've been enraged in truth. But as strange as it is, there is something in her very being that trusts Eliza. Or at the very least desires to trust her.

"I imagine it is difficult," Eliza laments suddenly, "to be blamed for something you didn't commit and then have a murderous sister more motivated by revenge than a desire for the crown."

"What makes you think I didn't do it? Did it occur to you that I'm not a particularly honest or good person," Carina states, her lips curving into a malicious edge, "Ascensions do get messy after all."

She didn't do it of course but naive of Eliza to simply believe her, the girl's sight gift is not for sensing truths and lies. But then again she supposes that Eliza Lermont's upbringing around oracles was different to being raised by poisoners. Deceit and manipulation is just a normal lunchtime event.

"You didn't," Eliza states simply, "or if you did you wouldn't have made it so clearly linked back to you."

"Your confidence in my murdering abilities is inspiring," Carina relies, "truly."

"I don't doubt you are capable but there is no real reason for you to do it, potentially incurring Valostra's wrath as well as Queen Arwen's, weakening your own position," Eliza states, "but just wanted to tell you that if you needed someone to relay your plans to that I am here to listen and would never tell a soul."

Such promises. Oh how Carina wants to believe and confide in the oracle. There is no real reason for her to betray Carina. There is no oracle queen in the cycle, nothing to further her people's own gains. And of course her father is a poisoner. And she has Niklaus' trust. But is that enough?

Instead she smiles, sashaying towards Eliza, coming so close that the oracle can barely breath.

"Well if I did confide in you and you ever did betray me I'd simply have to kill you," Carina says simply, moving a small braid behind Eliza's ear.

"I wouldn't dare thing I was worthy," Eliza says, a little nervously, "not with the other queens' being your quarry,"

"Well I'm skilled at focusing on two things at once," she says, trailing her gaze down to Eliza's bosom and slowly back up to her face.

"Don't toy with me," Eliza snaps, crossing her arms.

"Why ever not?"

"Because you don't mean it," Eliza says, irritated.

"Don't assume," Carina replies simply, smirking a little as she turns around, pouring herself some untainted orange juice as well as a cup for Eliza, "and besides, under that reserved facade I think you may enjoy a little toying, I think you crave it."

"You're rather presumptuous," Eliza replies, trying to keep an air of neutrality as she accepts the drink from Queen Carina, taking a long side gulp which Carina mimics before coming closer to Eliza, brushing her hand across the charms in her hair.

"So beautiful," Carina murmurs, "you're positively wasted in Sunpool, what a tedious place, when I take my throne you'll have to come to court."

"Have you ever been to Sunpool my queen?" Eliza enquires, "if not I don't think your opinion of the place holds much weight."

There it is. The venom that betrays her poisoner lineage. Pity that Eliza did not grow up in Prynn, Carina could've met her so much sooner.

"The oracle has teeth after all," Carina responds, delighted.

"Did you ever doubt it?" Eliza replies with a small smile, taking another sip. For the first time in a while she feels completely carefree, despite being in the heart of the poisoners city in the middle of an Ascension Year. She should have more worries, more qualms but she simply does not, she never does in Carina's presence. She is not what Eliza expected and that makes her pleased.

"No," Carina says, "I hope to make use of those teeth one day."

Eliza laughs, "you should be focusing on strategy, on the preparation to counter Queen Arwen yet here you are drinking with me."

"I'm good at multitasking," Carina replies, "and when I return from murdering my dear sister I can show you the extent of my talents, I'm good for more than just poisoning and my temper."

"That's a relief," Eliza remarks dryly, "poisoning is a tad morbid and I have no wish to fall into the tablecloth at supper if we ever have a disagreement."

"You have nothing to fear from me Eliza," Carina laughs, "as long as you never betray me or forsake me, help me, aid me, be by my side and I will be your slave."

Oh how this queen has a way with words, when she speaks it is a symphony of sharp harsh notes yet soft begging purrs. And when she smile, genuinely, not the smile she crafts for intimidating people - that is beautiful, joyous, truly content and happy. At peace. An occurrence that Eliza has only seen in the most simple of moments, but happens most often when Carina is healing or tending to her plant ingredients in the garden. Sometimes the oracle swears she can almost see the plants grow slightly in Carina's presence when she is happy but that could only be a trick of the light.

"All I need is the promise that you will be a good queen and despite the Ascension and Arwen's anger, do not be reckless, do not be provoked and if you do make a strike against her, come back alive," Eliza says, though her mind echoed words unsaid, come back to me.

Despite her and Carina not knowing each other for long, imagining her world without the poisoner queen in it is something she cannot bear. She deserves a chance to show the people of Fennbirn both sides of poisoner legacy, and Eliza knows for a fact that Carina will not allow herself to be governed by the Arrons. And she will be a good Queen Crowned, inspiring fear her enemies and perhaps some subjects, but Eliza truly believes that Carina can make them love her.

Before she can stop herself she truly closes the gap between her and Carina who looks both surprised and intrigued by her boldness. Some say the queens have soulless eyes, big black orbs with no hint of life or humanity to be found. But never have any of them truly gazed into a queens eyes not the way Eliza is in this very moment. They are two dark moons, brimming with mystery and promise, ready to devour Eliza whole, a prospect that does not make her horrified, rather awakens a feeling so electrifying it hums warmly in her very blood.

"I'm not going to die Liza," Carina says softly, "not if I can help it."

"I promise never to betray you if you promise not to die in this Ascension," Eliza says, equally as softly but with tenors of desperation, no longer bothering to hide the feelings written all over her pretty face.

Carina just does a small smile. She cannot promise such a thing and Eliza is no fool and knows it. But for the oracle she can pretend, she can lie. Better to soothe her with lies and pretty promises than harsh truths.

"I promise," Carina whispers, tracing her hand down Eliza's cheek before bringing the oracle's mouth to her own.

And every kiss, every movement is a false promise but in the lovely beams of the suns rays, their lies are beautiful. Queen Carina has never been one for truths.

A/N:

Hey guys I'm alive lol. Sorry I've been inactive for so long n haven't updated in nearly a year😭I've been at uni n swamped with work and assignments n lost inspiration but yesterday I finally finished this chapter I had been working on and I think the writing inspiration may be back. This fic is very dear to my heart, I started it when I was 14 and I am now 20 lol. Time really flies and I really want to finish this fic and give u guys the ending u deserve. Idk if anyone's still reading but if u r, hey hope ur doing fantastic and enjoy!

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