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Prince Of Norr
Kraliçenin kızıl muhafızları serisinin şimdiye kadar 1 novellası ve 3 romanı çıktı piyasaya ve ben her birini okumuş bulunmaktayım serinin dördüncü kitabının (Prince of Norr) 2025 yılında geleceği yazar tarafından doğrulandı ama başka bir bilgim yok kitap çıkınca hemen okuyacağım ve tabi ki alıntılarımı ileti olarak paylaşacağım...
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
Little Dragon
“Hello, my little dragon,” Menna whispered and calmly picked up the
baby. It weighed next to nothing, and its fuzzy brown hair spooled around
her head as she whimpered. “I know you’ve been through a lot for one so
new to this world.”
She unlatched her tunic and freed her breast, bringing it to the child. The
baby hesitated, knowing it was not her mother.
“Come now, if you don’t eat, then you can never be with your mother and
father,” Menna said. “I’m certain you wish to see them, no?”
The Princess blinked, as if she understood, as if her mind was that of an
adult who considered its options. Menna rubbed her little fisted hands and
tried again to press her thick nipple against the puckered mouth. With relief,
the baby parted her lips and suckled.
It was intense. Menna felt the child pulled the very life force from her.
She had to sit and cover the child with her skirts, as her thin skin was cool
to the touch. The baby ate and ate, drinking as if her belly had been empty
for many days. As she ate, she relaxed, and her small mind was no longer
turbulent.
She closed her eyes and sunk into Menna, as if the one she’d waited for
had at long last come. Menna hadn’t sought to love the child or feel
tenderness for it. She’d arrived for a mission, and she aimed to complete it.
But as she sat with the baby completely dependent on her, linked to her
from breast to mouth, she saw that, above all, what the child needed was
someone to love her during this time. Someone to keep her safe and to hold
her.
That’s why the gods chose her. She’d not been able to love her own child
and now she had one to care for. To protect from the madness beyond the
door.
“Your name is Princess Osaria,” Menna whispered, and the child’s lids
fluttered. “You’ve been stolen. Your mother is Queen Almira. Your
Furia's tale
Menna saw it now. The witch had once been a lady. Beautiful and
delicate, but she’d thirsted for a man. He had red hair, and he was
important. He’d refuted her advances over and over. It angered her. So, she
played with magic she shouldn’t have and concocted a spell. A love spell so
he would desire her. Passionately, desperately.
She’d hidden in his rooms, waited for him, and enchanted him. Inside, he
was himself. Inside, he wished to push her off as she rode his cock until he
spurted into her. But he couldn’t stop his body. She locked him in his
chambers and bewitched him over and over. Until he cried and begged her
to stop. When she finally tired, he woke. Trembling, naked, alone, and
violated, he’d ran away.
Far away. Seeking to forget.
But by then, the seed was planted. His child was in her belly. Months
later, when she’d come to him with the baby, he’d panicked. All he could
see when he looked at the child was his rape, so he hid it deep. No matter
how angry he felt about the mother’s actions, he couldn’t bring himself to
punish the child. He’d wished to love his firstborn, but he was afraid that
loving her would mean loving his abuse, and so he shunned her. So that no
one would know. He told his mother and sister that he’d fucked the woman
for fun because he didn’t wish their eyes to bear pity. Men should enjoy a
bit of fucking, even if they didn’t wish for it. Even if it was forced upon
them.
He died with his secret. Not even Furia knew this truth. The gods gifted
Menna this momentary vision so she would know. So she would understand
that the crying baby she was about to save was the gift given to a oncewronged man. The child was the lineage of love, while the woman before
her was the lineage of deceit and hate.
Menna could only speak the truth once. Just once.
That fat bitch is the future queen
“And what would I want with this fat bitch?” the lady asked in a silken,
saccharine voice.
The man next to her chuckled and nuzzled her back, pressing indecent
kisses on her scarred neck. “Perhaps a little fun for later. I do love watching
you inflict pain.”
The lady perked up as half of her ruined face smiled. “I missed your
violent ideas.”
Menna focused her eyes on the ground as Hickon tugged her further into
the room.
“She’s a wet nurse and a tutor,” he said.
The baby cried and cried, muffled by oaken doors. The reminder that the
child was still somewhere soured the lady, and she groaned, standing and
making her silken blue skirts float around her. If she possessed even a
fraction of the natural goodness she was born with, she would easily be the
most beautiful woman alive.
Her eyes grazed Menna, enmity stroked on her lips. “Tell me. Are you
indeed wet?”
Behind her, the man laughed, lounging on the throne, and watching the
display with open arousal bulging his trousers. Menna cleared her throat
and forced her gaze to remain intimidated.
“Aye, m’lady,” she accented her tone. “My own babe died just last week.”
The lady made a false sound of sympathy and reached for Menna,
caressing her face. “Did you hear that, my love? One less child to
contaminate the world with its pitiful cries.”
“We’re blessed indeed,” the man replied.
She may be bad but she's perfectly good at it
She was alone. In the darkness. Trapped.
“Let me out!” She let out a frustrated scream, pounding against walls that
didn’t exist. “Get out of my body!”
A low laughter resounded in the space. “You wanted power. Here it is.”
The voice was that of death, and she nearly collapsed from fright.
“No—” she shook her head, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
“No, I just wanted my daughter back!”
She ran. It felt like circles, and still no end came. Collapsing, she landed
on her knees.
“Be my good girl and submit to my control, or the ones you love will
suffer the most,” it said.
Love. Loss. Pain. Grief. Friendship. Comfort.
Alton. Nanai. Hira. Sanaa. Thebo. Hester. Osaria.
In their own way, they depended on her; and how she’d fallen. Look how
she’d ended up. Alone.
No. She wasn’t alone.
Something inside of her snapped. Aligned. It was like mental clarity was
finally hers after the many weeks of being lost in the fog of grief. All her
actions replayed swiftly in her mind like a story that led to this moment.
There were two paths, and one of them she wouldn’t succumb to. She
wouldn’t submit, not while she had breath left in her. Not when she could
save her loved ones, even if they had to go on without her. She would save
them from herself, from what she allowed herself to become.
In that moment, she saw what she had to do. The sacrifice that would
have to be made. She would have to face her greatest battle, and even if she
lost, she would fight it.
There was no more fear.
Her jaw tightened, and she slowly stood, planting her feet wide and
lifting her chin up to the monstrosity. She felt the ancient lines of her
ancestors burning inside her veins, pushing their strength into her,