Blurb:
She was born of
dark magick. She was destined to unite the world.
Empress Dimia
wants nothing more than to claim the dark magick she had sought her entire
life. She believes the war is finally coming to an end, when it takes a turn
for the worse.
Dimia is
imprisoned by Aymeri, who refuses to see reason, and the dark magick within her
threatens to end her life as it brings forth a danger neither of them
anticipate.
Will Dimia die
at the hands of Queen Aymeri, or will the Queen finally see reason and allow
Dimia to claim the magick and become its vessel?
Find out in this jaw-dropping conclusion to The Cursed Kingdom trilogy.
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How dare she
have the audacity to send me a notice of evacuation from my own kingdom? She
strangled the letter in her hand and watched as it burnt to a crisp. Moments
earlier, a squire arrived with the rolled up parchment with the seal of
Theonidor. A few moments after, two guards arrived with a heavy oak crate. It
was bold of her to assume it was good news. Her first thought was that the
Queen of Theonidor had finally sent her more enchanted jewels. Impatience got
the best of her and she immediately broke the seal to read the letter. Within a
matter of seconds anger lacerated her body like ropes wrapped around her,
pulling her in multiple directions at once.
“My queen?” The
guard’s voice was low and filled with uncertainty.
“Open the
crate!” Dimia’s shrill tone bounced off the walls of the throne room as both
guards stumbled and struggled to catch their bearings and they fumbled over the
hinges and locks on the crate.
Bile rose in
Dimia’s throat as another wave of anger barreled through her. She balled her
hands into fists and banged on the arms of her throne.
“How dare she?”
Her voice was a feral growl that mirrored the animalistic rage coursing through
her veins. For a girl who was supposed to know nothing about her kingdom and
one who was supposed to be dead, the Maudlins were causing quite a raucous in
Dramolux and Dimia wanted no part of it. Dramolux was hers and hers alone. No
one, not even Aymeri and Kumud Maudlin would be able to stop her from obtaining
it.
The head of
Queen Palagia of Theonidor stared at her with wide, dark red eyes filled with
fear in her last moments. This was not supposed to happen. Queen Aymeri was
supposed to be defeated. Why was it taking so long? Why wasn’t it as easy as
her grandfather said should have been?
