Audiobook The Night Queen English Unmastered Audio
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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A shiver ran up my spine like tiny cold fingers suitors from the barbaric north. I couldn't keep the shock out of my voice had I heard him correctly. My father's mouth twisted as he turned to face me. His knuckles had turned white from squeezing the nut. You will still inherit this kingdom. It will merge with your husband's lands and you can rule from here or elsewhere. I know it's a lot to ask, but a lot to ask. I cut him off. No father. If you asked me never to speak again, that would be a lot to ask. If you asked me to learn 20 languages, that would be a lot to ask. But what you are asking of me, especially with a nobleman from the North, Those monsters who have been the cause of so much suffering for years. No father. You aren't asking a lot. You are asking everything of me. His eyes softened despite my harsh tone. I know, my dear child, dear child words he had not spoken in years as much as I hated it. The words warmed the cold loneliness inside me, even if only briefly. Well, I lifted my chin like I always did when my mind was made up. Unfortunately, I will have to decline your offer. I won't do it! Not now. Not ever. It's none of my concern. If grown men cannot sit down and end a war without forcing their poor daughters into marriages they don't desire. Unfortunately I will have to decline your offer. I won't do it. Not now. Not ever. It's none of my concern. If grown men cannot sit down and end a war without forcing their poor daughters into marriages they don't desire. It is a form of slavery, and I won't be a slave of a savage northman. Mother wouldn't stand for it, and I won't either. Mina. My father lifted a slow hand toward me, but I turned on my heel and made my way back to the door. My footsteps echoed after me louder than when I'd entered. They will be invited, and it will be your duty to consider them! My father shouted after me. I kept walking, not stopping once when I reached the door, the guard stared at me then over my shoulder at my father. For christ's sake! Open the door! I demanded. But instead they looked at my father again. My cheeks flushed as rage. Anger, and an unimaginable disappointment mounted inside me for the first time in ages he had called me to speak with him. I expected a silent dinner, maybe an awkward conversation on boring topics, but not this. I grabbed one of the guards spears and pulled him close open the door, I said, Or you will find out. It's much worse to upset the Night queen than my father. I narrowed my eyes and leaned closer. He can bring you death. But I can take your souls! The rumors about me had escalated among the staff. To the point where some now thought I'd mastered black magic. The guards exchanged frightened looks, and finally reached for the handles to open the door, throwing hateful glares at everyone in my way, I descended the glamorous stairway down to the courtyard. The rain had turned into a slight drizzle. With long, angry steps I made my way over the wet cobblestones and to the stables. Servants turned on the spot the moment they saw me step in.