***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Back to our third person pov***
Queen Violet had just murdered someone in cold front in front of everyone. Everyone stared in disbelief. Their gentle and kind queen looked twisted and deranged. Her movements were chaotic and unpredictable.
She looked the same, but she felt different, her scent had also changed.
Being around her felt like standing next to a thick cloud of miasma, it was exhausting and painful.
When she moved, death seemed moved alongside her, like a shadow.
She became as terrifying as she was bewitching.
After what Ash saw he was certain he wanted to go home, bend her over the bed and fuck her. They needed to regroup and discuss a plan.
Lilith was just enthralled with her darling, the sheer pleasure she took in ripping that wolfs eye from its socket, it was pure delight.
