~ Amira ~It had been days since Amira left the king’s bed. Rhys’ body had really taken a hit this time. Both times the aconite poison had been injected close to his heart. It was shocking that she hadn’t died.While Amira writhed in pain, confined to her bed, she resumed plotting the king's assassination as per her usual schemes. The aconite had proven its usefulness, yet it fell short of taking his life. Although her dose was remarkably potent, that same poison coursed through his body the very next day. It left her no choice but to fight him to the death or contemplate beheading him.The idea of beheading him was a little… gruesome, even for her. Amira never liked the idea of beheading someone, not since her father’s execution. This was, of course, if she ever returned to her body.Other thoughts did occur to her, risky ones, and she wasn't going to try it. But if she killed herself in this body... Did Rhys die, and she'd return to her body? Or would she die and Rhys? If she wasn't

~ Amira ~Amira groaned as the pain from her reality crashed down on her again. She was still recovering from the effects of aconite, though the pain was lesser than before. Still, that dream was bizarre. She felt both nostalgic and longing to see her father again, to utter rage at his death and to who was responsible. She felt sickened at seeing Alpha King Theon again and his smile. He did adore her and treated her like a daughter. Since her father’s death and the eradication of her pack to growing up around rogues who fought for scraps and the chance to be at a better status, Amira did not trust anybody again except for Zayyan. Somehow he crawled his way into her tight-knit circle of one and turned it into two. Then there was that last bit at the end of the dream before she woke up. Rhys asked for his body back. Was he somehow still in this body, listening to her? It made her more confused, but what could she do about that?Shaking her head, she avoided such thoughts for now and

~ Amira ~After the luxurious bath and eating breakfast, Amira was dressed in the finest suit, ready to go to the meeting with the elders. She stared at herself in the mirror and rolled her eyes at Rhys’ good looks. He also seemed to have a permanent line between his brows from where he most likely scowled so much. Whenever she wasn’t paying attention and was staring at his shoes that cost almost two weeks' worth of food for a household, she caught her reflection of his furrowed brow. If Rhys continues to look in such a way, he will start to get wrinkles. Amira snorted and shook her head. Rhys was never going to live that long.Turning away from the mirror, Amira dismissed the maids and left through the double doors to Rhys’ bed chambers. The guards stationed on either side of the doors straightened their backs more once she walked through. “Mornin’,” she greeted with a nod.“Uh.. Um…”“Good morning, Alpha,” the guard on the right cover for the stuttering guard on the left of the do

~ Amira ~Sitting in the meeting room, Amira watched the elders talk down to their king. It was highly irritating, and she could see why the men spoke of them so lowly. Anything she suggested that would help the kingdom was shut down and voted on. Amira couldn’t understand it. She was the king! How did Rhys have no authority? This wasn’t how it should work within werewolf society. Who were these men that believed themselves superior to the Alpha King?Did they have a death wish?“Your majesty,” Baltir whispered from behind her. The knuckles on her tightened fist had gone white. She clasped her hands together as she listened to the elders discuss issues regarding the vampires.Now that was something Amira was interested in, and her annoyance faded as she listened to the reports that came in. The towns on the borders had been attacked again, but they were rogue vampires and swiftly dealt with by the packs there. The Alphas have pleaded for more support as the vampires always leave a me

~ Amira ~Amira leaned back in the chair again, her unladylike and rogue-like demeanour showing as her legs remained wide and comfortable, her back slumping as she pinched her nose. This was the issue with acting as the king. What Sebastian was suggesting would be helpful for the king, and it was a good idea to try and find the rebels. But Amira was not the king. She had to lead them astray. Still, acknowledging the sensibility of Sebastian's suggestion was unavoidable for Amira. What alternative could she propose in this situation?“The problem with that is the possibility of Harrington escaping,” Amira said, hoping to dissuade them.Baltir nodded along, so at least some of her thoughts might align with something Rhys would say or do. Amira glanced at her wide legs and cleared her throat, crossing her ankle over her knee. Sebastian stepped closer, leaning his hand onto the table. “Didn’t you just give a mini-speech to those old crones about at least trying and failing rather than