Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,46
hearts. With how powerful they were, they had to have died way after the culprit had left." He paused as he walked to the window and stood there to watch the serene lands as the sky began to twinkle with stars. "We found out then that the queen had been pregnant as well."
That made my stomach flip while the tension in the room spiked a bit. Our parents may have not cherished our births enough to raise us, but having supernatural children wasn't as easy as we made it seem. It was a real blessing, especially within extremely strong royal families. Royal children always had a role to play in this world. Not just to rule their designated kingdoms but also to encourage massive change when fate allowed it.
The idea that this child didn't even have the chance to experience life was heartbreaking, and the circumstances that revolved around her demise with her parents only heightened the sense of loss.
"King Ezekiel and Queen Quilzurashi perished that day with their unborn child. Their blood poured upon the land, specifically the throne, and with their deaths, calamity was brought to the land. The beautiful oasis that would be the start of world peace was destroyed and plagued with desolation. By the time we were able to remove their bodies for the autopsy, the place of warmth was cold. The trees, flowers, and all other living creatures were dead or hibernating for what would seem like an eternity. It wasn't long before we realized the sword belonged to a dragon royal, and seeing as I was present at the time, it was obvious that my twin brother was the potential culprit of the crime."
"Wait," Tristian interrupted. "Did you say Quilzurashi?"
"No." Omarion spoke up, and we turned to look over to him to see his hard frown. "Quilzurashi is an extremely rare dragon name. One can't casually use it. A name like that has to be given to another, and no supernatural dragons carry that name," he explained. "I knew Cassandra called her dragon Quil-Zu, but I thought it was a choice of hers from reading dragon history. But if Cassandra only discovered the full name now, that only confirms who her dragon really is."
"But how is that possible?" I inquired. "She died and was reborn to be Cassandra's dragon?"
"Queen Quilzurashi cursed the murderer who killed her family and the land she died upon." King Wyatt spoke up, drawing our attention. "It was discovered by myself, another royal seer of Monarch descent under the Butterfly Kingdom, and the four kingdoms of the fae lands."
"What did the curse entail?" Dominick pondered. "Blood curses are impossible to break."
The world around us seemed to darken then until it felt like we were back in the throne room and witnessing the very events we'd been discussing.
We all seemed frozen in our spots as we stared at the scene unraveling before us. The queen held her husband, who hugged her just as tightly, and my stomach dropped in horror at the wounds they had both sustained as pools of their blood gathered beneath them.
The sensation of everything around us was far too real, to the point that we could even smell the metallic aroma of their blood. I reached out to wrap my hand around Otis's, one of the only times I'd done so since we were little. I knew the scent wouldn't be the one thing to make him lose his cool and react. It would be the fact that the queen herself had a sense a similarity to Cassandra. It was as if we were witnessing an older version of our woman.
It was odd in a sense, and yet the defiant intensity in those spheres that were overflowing with tears reminded us of Cassandra in every way.
"I'm already king," Wilfried countered and laughed. "You dead royals can't do a thing."
"With the dragon blood that spills upon this very land, the blood of my fae husband, and the mixed blood of my hybrid unborn child, I curse you, Wilfried. You will never claim a throne of your own. You will always fight for a chair that will never give you the refuge of rest. With no throne to uphold, a woman will never remain by your side, nor will you bear the joy of holding your own child," she declared with the flowing use of magic in the air. "This land may have lost its heir and creators,