Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 87

“I killed them. I killed them all.”

The courtyard fell deathly silent.

Kaelani’s heart sank. Her head shook once—then again, harder. Disgust. Disbelief. Denial. All of it.

“No…” she whispered. “Why? Why would you do that?”

Nymera’s grin stretched, her teeth gleaming like a predator’s.

“Oh, believe me,” she purred. “I wanted to kill you too. But this…?” Her voice turned dreamy, intoxicated. “This is so much sweeter.”

Her eyes gleamed with lunacy, the kind that set entire worlds on fire.

“All my life, the seers said I was chosen. Destined to be the Queen of Shadows. I was pampered. Worshiped. Not just by our people—but by the Lord of Shadows himself.”

Scorn danced across her features. “Imagine being told you were born for a throne… only to wake up one day and hear them say: ‘We see more clearly now.’ That I wasn’t destined to wear the crown—no…”

She sneered. “I was destined to birth the one who would.”

Nymera’s voice turned venomous.

“What a glorious fuck-you from the gods.”

She let out a broken laugh—half unhinged, half guttural pain.

“That was my destiny. That was my title. And if I couldn’t have it—then no one could.”

Her eyes glittered with something ancient and vile. “It was my birthright. I’m the last true descendant of the Unseelie royal bloodline.”

She leaned in, breath heavy with hatred.

“So I decided to taint yours. To spit on the prophesy. To fuck a dog and birth a mutt.”

Nymera’s laughter erupted again—sharp, fractured, echoing across the stone walls.

“Lord Draevyn will never accept some half-blood as his queen. Neither will the court.”

Kaelani stood trembling, her entire body locked in a silent war between fury and heartbreak. Tears burned hot at the corners of her eyes as the weight of everything she’d just heard pressed down on her chest like a stone slab. Her hands clenched so tightly at her sides, her nails pierced skin, drawing tiny crescents of blood.

“You’re a monster,” she whispered, voice cracking like ice underfoot. “I’m ashamed to have come from something so disgraceful.”

Nymera didn’t flinch. She merely rolled her shoulders and smirked, bored by Kaelani’s pain. “Life is full of disappointments,” she cooed. “Better get used to it, Kaelani.”

She spat the name like venom, like it tasted wrong in her mouth. Then she laughed—low and grating.

“Your father must’ve had some pathetic streak of affection for you,” she added, mock-thoughtful. “Changing your name the way he did… Lani.”

Kaelani blinked, caught off-guard.

Nymera’s smirk twisted into something crueler. “Wanna know what that means in Vaelorin?” She tilted her head, hair falling over one crazed eye. “Rejected one.”

Her voice dropped into a chilling murmur. “I wrote it on the blanket you were swaddled in. Not in ink, though. I stitched it myself.”

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