Page 1 of Royal Lies

Prologue

I could feel my lungs collapsing in on me with every breath I inhaled.

Why do I feel so faint?

Turning my head I could see a boy, bright blond platinum hair plastered against his panic-ridden face. His eyes were engulfed in such despairing pain I could feel my own heart shattering as he looked back at me.

I felt a small smile etch across my face, trying to reassure the boy before me that despite my gasping breaths, everything was going to be okay.

From the corner of my eyes, I could sense another presence nearby.

Her elegant face was enveloped by a sheet of pure white hair, like fresh blankets of snow. Tears streamed down her alabaster skin as sorrow twisted her oriental features.

Lost in his grievances the boy was ignorant of the presence behind him.

Turning my head towards the corner of the room I try to reassure the weeping girl. She turned toward me, her otherworldly bright blue eyes glistened with newly formed tears, her cheeks tainted with a bright rose-red hue.

Why do they all seem so familiar as if I should know them? Maybe because I've seen them so many times before in my dreams. It's almost like we were family. I turned back to gaze up at the ceiling knowing that this was my final moments alive in this realm, at least before I blacked out and woke up once more.

The boy was saying something, "I will save you, I promise Everetta, I promise. She'll pay for this. They willallpay for this. I swear it."

The boy's wild gaze caught mine as he pronounced his declaration. The steely determination and grief-stricken animosity nearly shocked my remaining breaths out of me. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry. Was that the right word for what he looked like?

He grasped my hands against his chest, “Just please, hold on, just a bit more. I promise I'll get you back. I promise, please don't leave me Everetta, please. I love you Everetta… please."

The boy sounded so heartbroken and feeble, so unlike the powerful courageous wolf he was that even as I gasped for air I couldn't help but pity him. He pleaded as if his words alone could hold onto me even if just for a little longer. But we both knew no matter how much we begged or cried nothing would change. Unless of course, we did something about it ourselves.

As he cried his final words I could feel the darkness crawling forth, clouding my vision. Tears lined his cheeks knowing those were our last moments together.

My world went black.

For some strange reason, I felt bad for him. Why? Aren't they all just some really detailed made-up characters in my mind? Do I even genuinely know him, know them? Then again they do feel quite familiar, especially that boy, and not just the I've seen you here and there kind of familiar more like the I know-know you familiar. And why does my heart ache at the thought of his tears? Is he someone important to me?

Chapter 1

Everetta

Hood up and head tucked. That's how you survive, that's how you live, at least for now. It's been some time since I quote-unquote awoke. Well to be honest it was more like an awakening. Imagine waking up in a small cot, thinking I was but a simple peasant, only to realize that, oh no you're not, and you're actually some sort of reincarnated queen. A mother fucking queen! With some long ass name, Everetta Scarlett Everden Gillian Avalar Viana Seraph Phoenix Siren Lion Wolf Griffin Chimera. Which I guess sounds pretty cool for a name.

I mean just damn.

Anyways I learned that despite being this all-powerful queen I got my powers sucked away and for some reason, I need to get it back now. How do I know all this well let me tell you. Boy, it's a long story or maybe a short story. Well, it depends on how you look at it I guess. So here's the thing, I was asleep, and then bang! I woke up, and man did I have a dream, I mean wow! There was this boy and then me, obviously.

I mean how can I not be in my own dream? That's not the point though. What is the point I think was that I was dying. I mean flat-out shuttering gasps and clinging on to life, kind of death. At least, I think the person dying was me. Cause, who wouldn't dream about themselves?

Wait, do people not dream about themselves?

Hold up getting sidetracked again. Where was I? Right, right, sorry.

And then, just as I was about to take my last breath I woke up, and then kaboom! The door to my room just flew off its hinges and low and behold there was a mother fucking stranger by the door.

I mean hello? Ever heard of privacy?

Well, this stranger turned out to be the boy from my dreams?

Holy shit, I mean holy shit! This is some mother fucking book shit right here.

I mean I almost thought I was still dreaming, when he told me about all this messed up shit.