Chapter 15

The flames on the portals on my back went out, the trail of fire was extinguished, and breaths of careful breathing were trapped in the silent crowd when I realized what the simple act of sitting on the throne triggered around the castle, what it triggered by the remaining six corners of hell. For those who feared or plotted against their queen. I was back.

Sitting there, in that dress, on that throne, inside that black stone room... It was as if the darkness leaked from me, as if the power was too strong to be contained by flames. And that primitive notion that the lesser demons had to bow, my companions "Faye and Vraxlon" also shared, for the moment they reached the altar, they bowed in deep bows, although Vraxlon continued to climb the steps, and Faye's hair was slightly messed up in his act of tilting his head to observe.

I did not dare to cast another look in the direction of the prince-warrior as he went up, because I knew that even with my heads down, the attention of al