Fuck.Fuck.
Now I’m a prisoner while it uses my body like a puppet.
I watch my hands spread across the workbench in my old private chambers. The cold, lonely rooms I abandoned when my wolves claimed me.
Dark magic crackles from my fingertips…magic I haven’t used in ages.
I don’t want this magic. Don’t want any of this.
Stop,I scream silently.Let me go.
It doesn’t listen. Just keeps working, using my hands to mix shit I don’t recognize. Cuts my palm open without hesitation, uses my blood to draw symbols on glass.
Fuck, it’s making a new vessel. A new body to inhabit.
And once it has that, it won’t need me anymore.
What happens to me then? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I try to fight. Try to move my hand, a finger,anything. But it’s like being paralyzed. I feel everything…the pain, the exhaustion, the nausea…but I can’t control shit.
Baylin. Callum. Arkan.
Please find me!
But they’re gone. The mirror made me push them away. Made me attack Baylin with magic.
They probably think I chose this. Think I went back to being the Evil Queen.
I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.
The evil spirit speaks through my mouth. “Almost finished, my queen. Soon I’ll have a proper form again.”
No!
“You had everything and traded it for three rutting animals.”
They’re not animals. They’re my family.
“They stripped away your power. Your very identity.”
They gave me love. They gave me…
A knock interrupts my silent rebuke.
The mirror makes my body smile. Cold. Cruel.
“Come in.”
A servant enters. “Your Majesty, Prince Caspian has arrived. He wishes to speak about the wedding arrangements.”
The wedding.
I feel the mirror’s anticipation.
“Send him in,” my mouth says.
No! Don’t hurt him. Don’t ruin this for Snow.
