Unleashed Witch (The Primordial Queen #3)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

UNKNOWN

“ I t’s time, my liege.”

I turn slowly, my dress floating across the floor, as my gaze drifts to the mirror.

It isn’t my own reflection that stares back at me. No, what I see is far more interesting.

Through this mirror, I have the rare privilege of watching the Kingdom’s crown itself—safely locked away in the castle vault. The mirror pair, one here in my possession and its twin in the vault, offers me a glimpse into the heart of the kingdom.

Another failure from Etonik means I’m lucky enough to witness this moment.

The crown, once a pale gold, now pulses with bright magicae, its eight jewels glowing with a power long lost to our world. A power that now stirs within Elzora Myxere.

She is undergoing her maturing. Her magicae—my magicae—awakens, flooding the kingdom with its stolen essence. And the crown knows it.

No longer a simple heir, she is a soul witch ready to lay claim to her stolen throne.

She’s corrupted the royal bloodline, tainted it with something that never should have been allowed to live.

The jewels on the crown pulse brighter, her magicae flowing through them as though she were standing before it herself, demanding the throne that should have been mine.

My birthright was stolen from me, the crown ripped away, the throne lost to cowardice.

And as for Elzora? She should have died that day.

She’s an abomination. A mistake.

But everyone makes mistakes.

I’ve learned from mine, and I will reclaim it all.

Through the mirror, I watch the crown pulse with her magicae, its glow reaching a fever pitch.

Soon, it will be time.

Time to take back what was stolen.

The kingdom.

The throne.

The daughter harbouring the soul magicae that should be mine.

Elzora Myxere will fall, just like the others before her.

Plans have already been set in motion.

And, this time, there will be no mistakes.