Translator Natalia Lilienthal
© Natalie Yacobson, 2021
© Natalia Lilienthal, translation, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-2083-4
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Pandemonium reigned in the palace, people were overtaken by evil spells. The courtiers turned into statues, blinded, turned to stone, someone’s skin was covered with plants, someone’s ice. Nobody understood what was happening to them.
Diana lunged forward, making her way through the noise and crowd. She alone remained untouched by magic.
The spirit of evil crept into the palace, and now everything here was in his power. Everything merged in murky darkness, only the insane cries of people doomed to become victims of evil were heard.
It all happened because of her. She fell in love with two at once. One of them was light, and the other was darkness, but which of them did she love more: the one who was the beautiful prince of her dreams, or the other, gloomy angel. They were all chained together by the secret of witchcraft, and now not only their souls perished, but also the lives of everyone who were at the royal court.
«Diana,» a dull voice whispered to her, and, as if waking up from some terrible dream, she looked around, but everywhere the same nightmare reigned.
People fled in different directions, trying to survive, but they could not be saved from their death, as well as from the new ruthless ruler of the world.
Diana knew one thing, she had to get out of here at any cost to help the one she loved.
The scarlet velvet curtains flew open in front of her, and she found herself in the dark passage to the throne room. Diana stepped uncertainly forward, to where everything previously belonged to her, but now became the possession of death.
Everything in the hall seemed to stand still, not a sound, not a step in the deathly silence.
The golden crown shone on the red velvet of the throne, as if drawn there by the hand of fate itself. Now it meant only one fate for those who wore it – death.