Page 60 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Grown men trembled with excitement.

Like this was all a game.

A realm-wide war against something that was so serious it was led by the gods. It didn’t take a genius to see this was about the ungodly.

The implications of everything hit me.

I would fight with the men standing beside me in a war. There was no escaping them.

We were now a legion.

Lothaire spread his arms. “Now, before we welcome the other five legions, I have one more announcement.”

His expression hardened.

“It is now necessary to inform you that Aran is really Arabella Alis Egan, Ruling Queen of the Fae Realm. She’s been disguised as a male for safety, but circumstances have changed, and the subterfuge is no longer needed.”

The entire hall stared at me.

Waited.

My fingers were numb as I pulled back my black hood and my unruly blue curls tumbled out. The bright-blue mane ensured I always stood out.

I donned the blank expression of a heartless queen.

“Holy fuck!” someone screamed, and the room erupted in shouts as everyone chose collectively to lose their minds.

I stared forward like I was bored.

Unbothered.

You’re a pampered, unfeeling despot. I pretended to be the heartless bitch Sari thought I was.

Men and women picked me apart like vultures as their voices swirled around me like a vortex.

“Wait, she’s actually hot.”

“I still thought the queen would be prettier.”

I made a mental note to throat punch whoever said that.

“I’ll bet you a fortune. I’ll have her on her knees within a week.”

“I’ll have her within three days.”

“Didn’t she kill her own mother and eat her heart?”

“I heard there’s a warrant on her head.”

Lothaire spoke loudly, but his voice barely cut through the fray. “You will treat her with respect, like the rest of her legion. I am aware that she is wanted back in the fae realm. However, the gods have decided that her services are needed here. If anyone tries to harm her, they will answer to me and I will not be merciful. This is your only warning.”

His threatening speech didn’t stop the whispers. More people started talking.

“I wonder how much she paid Lothaire to say that.”

“How embarrassing that she pretended to be a guy. I’m sure the men are super pissed right now. I would be.”

“Does that mean she’s competing in the games? She doesn’t look like a warrior; she’s going to get destroyed.”

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