Kingdom of Villains

by Ella Fields

For those who forge their own path with empathy, bravery, and love

“Spend more time praying you won’t die and less being an idiot.”

😂😂😂

often. Rumors that stated he did nothing but hide away for days at a time to fuck, hunt for trespassers in their nightmare-ridden kingdom, and ride with the wild hunt into the mortal lands across the Crystal Sea to conduct trade.

“But I’ve been reading.” “Dangerous thing, that.”

“Some might even say I read far too much.”

Same dude. Same!

“Some call you the wildling”—he lifted a broad shoulder—“but most call you Fia the feral, for not a day passes without a leaf in your hair, dirt on your cheek, or brambles stuck to your skirts.” Well, that last one wasn’t exactly new or wrong.

It maddened me to the point of growling, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Too much, fire-breather,” he said simply and placed a piece of pastry over his tongue. He moaned and licked his fingers. “Too fucking much.”

I feel that in my soul 😂

“Are you stupid?” Remembering he’d handed himself over, I muttered, “Never mind. You’ve already made that abundantly clear. Let’s go.” He made an odd sound, a coughing laugh as if shocked. “Fire-breather indeed.”

Merp!! 😂😂😂😂

“But your uncle is right, Fia.” “I’m not saying he’s wrong. You’re a monster, rotten and terrible, and you’ve probably committed atrocities, etcetera, etcetera. I understand.” I crossed to the narlow’s cell and opened the unlatched door. “Just keep it all confined to your kingdom and go.” “Etcetera, etcetera?” he repeated with a low laugh. “You are seriously something—” “I will murder you myself if you don’t hurry up,” I snapped,

Whatever he’d done, whatever he was, he clearly felt more comfortable caged and with the likelihood of dying than he did with his newfound freedom.

HMMMM THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HINT ONE TO STAY AWAY. who am I kidding. I wouldn’t have 😂

Fear and regret were the key ingredients I’d needed to finally learn my lesson.

Same…. Same.

I’d spent too much time indoors these past months, trying to blend in hopes of keeping myself out of further trouble. A waste. I shouldn’t have bothered. Now, I was unfit, out of options, and being hunted. Surreal.

This was likely the most scandalous event they’d attended since the previous city official was bludgeoned to death by his wife with a wine decanter in the courtyard beneath the ballroom balcony for fucking her handmaiden. She’d stabbed him in the heart with a fork for good measure to ensure he hadn’t healed.

I mean….. she’s determined I’ll give the lady that 😂

A monster even without scales.

“Goodbye, Regin,” I said, shocking him into freezing. “Oh, and fuck you.”

No good mmc had blonde hair…. I said what I said

Colvin looked at me, perhaps for an answer, but he didn’t need it. He sighed and scratched at his cheek. “I really do wish you hadn’t touched her.” “But I barely did,” the guard went on. “It was just a little shove to make her move.” He gestured to me, sweat dripping from his tousled milky hair. “We didn’t want to keep you waiting. She’s fine.” The queen released a low, breathy laugh. “Unwise.” The prince smiled, but it was almost pained. “It’s the disrespect, you see, for the agreement was made before you went to retrieve my betrothed, and so now I am left with no choice.” The guard frowned. I woke up well and truly as the prince’s fingers were replaced by cascading dark talons nearly as long as his arm. Blood sprayed from the guard’s throat as Colvin swiped one talon across it and then four of them over his stomach. Wide-eyed, the dying male stared until his head tipped right back, and his innards spilled onto the throne room floor. He toppled into a bloody heap.

Yessssss!!!!!!!

“Why you’d care to attend when you had the princess locked in a dungeon awaiting execution is beyond me,” the prince drawled, flicking blood from his tunic and cloak with a comical wince. “I was merely trying to appease everyone. You and my own people.” “So chivalrous of you, Brolen,” the queen said, watching her son with an amused expression as he continued to try to free himself of the blood.

Sighing, Colvin wriggled free of his cloak and dropped it to the floor as if it repulsed him, uncaring who watched him carry on in such a peculiar way. I tilted my head, sorry for it as it panged, but too curious. It couldn’t be, surely… Did the prince have an aversion to blood?

A dragon. Who doesn’t like blood…. In what world?! But I’m interested so

“Did you swing from the bed like a creature does with vines between the trees?” A soft question, his voice returning to the deep, gentle quality I’d come to associate with him in the dungeon. “When I was young,” I murmured.

“You harbor a terrible resentment toward me, fire-breather.” “I’d learn to grow comfortable with it if I were you, dragon.”