chap10,The Queen's Fate

Chapter 10: The Queen's Fate

The grand throne hall was shrouded in silence.

The once-mighty Dark Elven Queen sat stiffly upon her throne, her regal posture betrayed only by the faint tremor in her fingers. Her violet eyes, once filled with cold authority, now flickered with a complex mix of emotions—anger, humiliation, and an unfamiliar, creeping dread.

Her breath was shallow, barely noticeable, yet in this dead silence, it seemed deafening.

Everything she had once believed in, the power she commanded, the absolute authority she wielded as a monarch, had crumbled within a single day.

Her kingdom had fallen.

Her strongest warriors—legendary figures who once made entire empires tremble—had been reduced to nothing more than corpses in his wake.

And now, the man responsible stood before her throne, his posture relaxed yet overpowering, his gaze sharp yet filled with amused arrogance.

A predator watching his prey.

Then, he moved.

Not abruptly, not aggressively, but with a deliberate, lazy confidence—as if he already owned everything in this room, including her.

With slow, measured steps, he ascended the few steps leading up to the throne, each footstep echoing through the vast chamber, an unspoken declaration of dominance.

Stopping just before her, he tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes scrutinizing her every reaction—the way her breath hitched, the way her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the throne's armrest as if seeking stability, the way her lips pressed into a tight, defiant line despite the unease flickering in her gaze.

And then, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he broke the silence.

"I've been in this world for some time now…"

His voice was deep, unhurried, laced with amusement, yet carrying an undeniable weight—the voice of someone who dictated reality itself.

His gaze swept around the grand throne room, as if surveying his new property, before returning to her.

"But I feel like something is missing."

He lifted his hand, fingers tapping lightly against his chin in mock contemplation.

The queen's expression darkened, her jaw tightening, but she remained silent—because what could she possibly say?

A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Then, with an air of finality, he lowered his gaze, eyes locking onto hers, piercing through her carefully guarded composure.

His next words fell like a casual afterthought, yet they carried a weight that sent a jolt through her entire being.

"Ah, I know… I'm missing someone to warm my bed."

The moment those words left his lips, the queen's entire body tensed.

Her pupils contracted, her breath caught in her throat, and for the first time in her life, her mind went blank.

A faint shudder ran through her body, barely perceptible, yet completely out of her control.

Her normally stoic expression cracked—just for a second.

A second too long.

The slight widening of her eyes.

The barely noticeable trem