A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #4)

by K.F. Breene

She was the only person in the whole fucking world who liked to bathe in his dominating power, the nutcase.

“There is no before you. There is no after. There is only you. Always.”

“It’s time for the people to learn a queen isn’t just a pretty figurehead. A queen is a leader. She’s someone to shoulder the weight of the royal duty alongside the king. We’ll rule together, or we’ll all crumble.”

Together they looked like they would burn the world down and laugh in the ashes.

You’ll ensure I don’t continue the cycle, and that gives me comfort. I will never hurt you, little dragon, and if I try, I expect death.”

“In a life created of nightmares,” he murmured, “you have become my paradise.”

“Victory at a cost,” he replied, something he’d often said when patching me up in the past. I repeated the words I always answered with: “The cost is worth it for our loved ones.”

“You cannot appreciate the light if you don’t spend any time in the darkness.”