Back The Witch Queen
Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

“The Spined Moors—the northernmost part of Thayaria. It’s sparsely inhabited, so this is where I train my magic.” The wind howls, and the Prince puts his hands in his pockets, trying to disguise his discomfort. “I’m sorry, it’s much colder here. I should have warned you. Here.” I will the gusts to stop blowing. “Maybe stopping the wind will help.”

“It does, thank you,” he says as his eyes search mine. I let out my own shiver as those mossy eyes assess me, though I pretend I too am cold and rub my hands together to disguise the real reason. “Laurel, did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong? No, why would you think that?”

“It’s just—back in the apartment, you were so pleasant toward Silene, and then, I don’t know, it felt like you closed off when I spoke with you.” There’s the tiniest glimmer of vulnerability in his expression before he quickly locks it away behind a wide smile, the mask of the nonchalant prince returning. “I know I’m prone to making an ass of myself, but I don’t think I did this morning, at least not yet. And then you didn’t even laugh at my bow.”

I stare at him, deadpan expression firmly in place. “You were clearly trying to annoy me. It worked.” We both know I haven’t answered his question, but he doesn’t press it further, only widens his perfect grin. I ignore the way it makes my blood heat.

“Well, at least I annoyed you. That’s always my backup plan if I can’t get you to smile.” He winks. I can’t help the twitching of my lips at his remark. It’s impossible to stay stoic around this male.

“You’re a light and water channeler, is that right?” I ask, trying to change the subject back to training and magic.

“I am. But I’ve never been able to combine the two, like you did at the ball. It’s either light or water, never both. Teach me your ways, witchling,” he croons, eyes dancing with mirth. It takes the centuries I’ve spent as the Witch Queen to keep my lips from twitching again.

“Focus on how the two conduits are similar or how they might exist in the same space,” I instruct. “Water and light are both gentle in small quantities but can also be deadly with enough volume and force. Try to connect them in your mind first before attempting to channel.”