Contract With The Alpha King

Queen Lama Lyanna's smile didn't falter as she set her teacup down. "Don't misunderstand me," she said, her gaze briefly flicking toward Fiona. "But I doubt Elijah would want you to stay here with me longer than necessary. Surely, he has arranged for your safety elsewhere." Fiona tilted her head slightly, a serene smile gracing her lips. "Elijah wants me to be safe, and what better place than here, by your side! After all, Your Majesty is one of the most powerful figures in the supernatural world. I can't think of anyone better equipped to protect me."

The Queen's lips twitched, her irritation barely concealed. She reached for her cup again, lifting it to her lips but not drinking, as though she needed the act to steady herself "How considerate of him, she said after a moment. "I imagine you must feel quite honored by his attentiveness.' "Of course," Fiona replied, crossing her legs and smoothing the fabric of her dress as she leaned slightly forward. "Elijah's attentiveness has been a great comfort. But his confidence in your protection is equally reassuring. It's why I insisted on coming here." The Queen placed her cup back on the table with a soft clink, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Then let's talk about something else," she smiled. "What do you think of the envoys from the Five Great Fantilies? Surely, their presence has piqued your interest. Especially knowing that they came here

Fiona glance the delicate floral pattern on her teacup, her fingers tracing the rim absently. Tve only read about them," she said, "I haven't had the opportunity to meet anyone from the Five Great Families directly, so I cannot form a personal opinion. But from what I've learned, the Rosenthal Family-my family-has no animosity toward them. We've always been healers, focused on aid rather than conflic "Are you cenain about that? No animosity at all?"

Fiona's lips curved into a polite smile, her gaze steady as she met the Queen's. "That is what I was taught as a child, Your Majesty. Our family's role has always been clear-10 heal, to serve, and to ensure the survival of those in need. I grew up believing that was our purpose."

"Isn't that hypocritical considering the Rosenthal Family have hidden themselves for so long!"

"You are right" Fiona's smile didn't waver, "Beliefs can evolve with knowledge, Your Majesty. But the essence of our family remains the same. Healing is what we're known for. I see no reason to assume otherwise."

The Queen leaned back slightly, her gaze assessing as she regarded Fiona. "How quaint," she said after a pause. "And yet, one might wonder if the other families see your purpose as quite so benign.

Fiona's smile deepened. "I suppose that would depend on the perspective of the other families; wouldn't it?"

"Don't you think the other families view the Rosenthals as good allies? After all, allying themselves with a healer gives them an advantage."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Fiona replied without hesitation. "While it's true that we are healers, the other families must know by now that the Rosenthals are not easily controlled. Our healing abilities don't mean we are without teeth. "Teeth?" the Queen asked, her brow arching slightly.

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Fiona leaned in, key smile steady but sharp. "Surely, Your Majesty is aware of just how dangerous a Rosenthal can be when necessary. someone who was bound to heal can choose to bare their fangs"

The Queen's

's gaze sharpened as she set her teacup down. "Because the Rosenthals chose to retreat into obscurity after the war, many remain unaware of what they're truly capable of," she said. Her lips curved into a faint smirk. "When you mention Tangs, I assume you mean it figuratively, current?" She tilted her head, her expression laced with mockery. She recognized Fiona's veiled threat but dismissed it. After all, Fiona was a healer, rchant on Elgar's protection Without him, she was vulnerable. She was powerless.

Fiona stood slowly. She approached one of the Ladies-in-Waiting. "Lady Mathias," she said, her smile warm and polite. "The Prince mentioned you

who prepared the gifts sent on behalf of the Queen. For that, I want to thank you personally." She reached for Lady Mathias's hand, (clasping it firmness that belied her gentle tone.

"There's no need-"Lady Mallias started, attempting to pull her hand back, but her efforts were met with surprising strength. Her eyes widened in

she realized Fiona wasn't letting go.

"Oh, I know," Fiona said, her sunile never faltering as lier gaze flicked briefly to the Queen. "But I'd still like to ask a favor."

Jarly Mathias besitated, glancing nervously at the Queen, who gave slight nod of approval. "What, what would you ask of me, Lady Fiona? If it's

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Fiona's larad tired slightly as she shook her head. "Leave the Queen! Why would I ask something so foolish, Lady Mathias" i know exactly how skilled you are. As the wife of a councilman and someone trained since youth to defend the Queen, your presence assures me of my own safety an well" Her sole carried an easy ralin, bint the subale shift in Lady Mathias's posture betrayed the tension brewing within her. Something about Fiona's demeanor set hier mastiri is on edge, the wolf inside her stirring uncomfortably.

Laily Mathias's lips pressed into a thin line. There was nothing outwardly wrong with Fiona's words, yet they felt charged with a quiet, dangerous Fiona leaned in slightly, her eyes steady. T'd like to ask for your assistance, Lady Mathias," she said.

The Lady swallowed, her discomfort apparent. "What.. what is it your need?"

Fiona's smile widened, her gaze flicking to the Queen before returning to Lady Mathias. "It seems Her Majesty isn't entirely convinced that the Rosenthals possess any fangs-figuratively, of course," she said lightly. "Would you allow me to use you to demonstrate what I mean? I promise no harm will come to you. Besides, if something does happen, I can always heal you." Her smile remained serene, but her words hung in the air like a challenge. Lady Mathias stiffened, her wolf bristling at the undertone she couldn't quite place. She glanced at the Queen again, as though seeking guidance as Fiona waited patiently for her response.

"Of course," the Queen said, her smile poised as she glanced between Fiona and Lady Mathias. "Why should we fear Lady Fiona? She is, after all, a healer. Whatever may happen, she can simply use her abilities to set things right. Isn't that so?" She paused, her gaze settling on Fiona before turning back to Lady Mathias. "And let us not forget, you are not just the wife of a councilman. You are my personal Lady-in-Waiting, someone who has stood by me since we were young. How could you easily be scared of something like this, Mathias!"

The Queen's smile lingered, but the meaning of her words was unmistakable. The message was clear. if Fiona so much as harmed Lady Mathias, the repercussions would be swift and severe. She would face not only the wrath of a council member but the Queen's own retaliation.

Fiona met the Queen's gaze steadily, her expression calm as she inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. "Because the Rosenthal Family has been away for so long, she began. "Many have forgotten what we are truly capable of. They think of us only as healers, but they fail to see the other side of that coin. Her lips curved faintly, her eyes glinting as she added, "On the opposite side of healing is harm. And on the opposite side of life. is death"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Queen's smile didn't waver. She nodded as if she was silently challenging Fiona to continue.

Fiona released Lady Mathias's hand with deliberate precision, her expression unreadable as she stepped back and returned to her seat beside the Queen. She smoothed the fabric of her dress, her movements calm and unhurried, as though nothing unusual had just occurred.

"Now, watch," Fiona said, her gaze resting on the Queen, who was studying her intently. "In just a moment, her stomach will begin to hurt. Then she'll start vomiting blood. Her insides will turn against her, tearing at each other in chaos. And she-to overcome with pain-will lose control. forced to transform into her wolf, hoping it might be enough to save her. Sadly, it wasn't. So, she will bleed.. your majesty. Bleed until she die," Fiona smiled. "How fun is that?"

The Queen's gaze flicked to Lady Mathias, who stood frozen in place, confusion and growing unease etched across her face. Her breathing. quickened as her hands trembled faintly at her sides. She took a hesitant step back, clutching her stomach instinctively.