As Lumia continued to explain about the effects of talent on ones Sila, William continued to listen intensively.
WHile Myre also entered, she looked at Lumia who looked back at her, while continuing to explain to William.
"Mia, take William upstairs and give him the books he need to learn about" Lumia said, as Mia sprang out of shadow and then holding William she jumped up on the second floor of the library.
"You could have used the Stairs" Lumia shook her head and said and then she looked at Myre.
"who are you?" She asked as her eyes narrowed into Aurora like shining slits.
Myre simply smiled in response as she stood in front of her. Slowly, she began to lower herself into what appeared to be empty air. Just before she could fall, her vampiric powers revealed themselves—blood coiled and swirled beneath her, forming an elegant-looking chair for her to sit on with effortless style.
Lumia kept her gaze locked on Myre, her eyes narrowing further as she asked again, "Who are you?" This time, the question wasn't lighthearted—it was laced with immense pressure. The force of Lumia's power descended upon Myre like a crushing weight. The elegant blood throne Myre had conjured shattered into millions of pieces, and she was slammed to the ground.
The smile was wiped clean from Myre's face, as she was forced into a kneeling position. She struggled to lift her head, but every effort was met with the same result—Lumia's pressure pushed her back down, her face almost smashing into the luxurious carpet beneath her. Myre could feel her strength failing her under the oppressive force, every movement growing more difficult by the second.
"I am just an exiled queen," Myre said suddenly, her voice trembling slightly.
Lumia eased her pressure, allowing Myre to raise her head and meet her gaze once more. "Explain," Lumia demanded coldly.
"My name is Myre Galahad," Myre began, bowing her head as her hands clenched tightly enough to draw blood. "I was once the leader of an esteemed clan, but I trusted the wrong person."
Myre's eyes dimmed as she remembered the past, her voice growing steadier as she continued. "He was no ordinary orphan. When I found him, he had this untapped potential—a spark unlike anything I'd ever seen before. At first, I thought I could nurture him, raise him like a son. He was alone, and I was a queen with no heir." She smiled bitterly, her voice dripping with irony. "I thought I was doing a noble thing. I gave him everything—power, knowledge, status. I introduced him to my clan as if he were my own blood."
She laughed hollowly, her eyes looking far into the distance. "He rose fast—too fast, perhaps. Under my tutelage, his strength grew by leaps and bounds. The others adored him, revered him even. They began to call him 'the Prince of Night.' I didn't see the danger in it then. I only saw his success as a reflection of my own."
Lumia listened intently, her icy demeanor unchanged but her eyes watching Myre with keen interest.
"But it wasn't enough for him," Myre continued, her voice growing cold. "He wasn't content with being the prince. He wanted to be the king." She sighed deeply, a sound of regret and bitterness. "He began to change, little by little. He would ask me why I didn't take a king for myself. Why I didn't share my throne with a mate. At first, I thought it was just curiosity. But then, his words became bolder, more suggestive."
Myre clenched her hands again, blood seeping through her fingers. "I tried to set boundaries, to make it clear that he was like a son to me. But he wasn't interested in that. He started making advances, at first subtle, then more aggressive. He would corner me in the halls, speak of destiny and power. He believed that together we could rule not just our clan, but all vampire clans. I rejected him each time, but his obsession only grew stronger."
"He wanted your throne," Lumia said, her voice a quiet whisper of understanding.
Myre nodded. "And more. He wanted me to be his queen, his equal, his possession. I didn't see it at first, but he was manipulating the others, turning them against me bit by bit. One by one, my most trusted allies became his followers. He promised them power, immortality without limits, and a new era of dominance. By the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late."
Her voice trembled with anger. "The night he struck, I thought it was just another argument. But when I entered the great hall, I found my clan already waiting. They stood behind him, eyes filled with hunger, lust for power. And he... he stood there, a triumphant smile on his face, as if he had already won."
Myre's fists shook with rage as she recalled the moment. "He attacked without warning, sinking his fangs into my neck, draining me of nearly all my blood. The pain was unbearable, but the betrayal—" Her voice broke for a moment, but she quickly composed herself. "The betrayal was worse."
She fell silent for a few moments, the weight of her story hanging heavily in the air.
Lumia's expression softened ever so slightly. "So how did you escape?" she asked quietly.
Myre's eyes flickered with a strange light as she recounted the moment. "Just when I thought it was over, I saw the summoning circle appear. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but I latched onto it with what little strength I had left. I tore a small piece of my essence free and sent it through the portal, praying that whoever was on the other side would summon me before he finished me off."
She chuckled darkly. "I guess fate has a twisted sense of humor. I thought I would be free, but instead, I was bound to William with this collar," she gestured to her neck. "A slave to a boy, weaker than a mortal in my current state. But at least... I'm still alive."
"And the boy who betrayed you?" Lumia asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Myre's lips curled into a snarl. "He now rules in my place, wearing the crown that should have been mine. But one day, I will return to him, and when I do..." Her voice trailed off, the promise of revenge unspoken but clear in her eyes.
Lumia studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Your story is one of tragedy, but it is also one of survival. If you wish to reclaim your throne, I suggest you use your time wisely while you are bound to my son."
Myre's eyes gleamed with renewed determination. "I have no choice but to grow stronger. I will rise again, and when I do, the boy who thought he could take everything from me will learn what it truly means to fear."