The morning sun pierced softly through the tall glass windows of the royal chamber. Josephine stood beside Xavi's bed, watching him breathe peacefully. His color had returned — the dark exhaustion that clouded his face the night before was gone. She smiled faintly, relief flooding her heart.
He was better.
Her King was healing.
She yawned quietly, rubbing her tired eyes before heading to the bath. The warm water steamed softly, curling against her skin as she thought about the long week. It was Friday. The castle halls shimmered in silence, unaware that something divine — and terrifying — was about to unfold.
After her bath, Josephine dressed in a simple silk gown and walked into the Grand Hall — the grandest of all halls, where Xavi's throne gleamed under the morning light. She stepped into the center, and the moment her bare feet touched the marbled floor, the air began to tremble.
Slowly… she began to float.
Her body rose gracefully, legs crossed midair, eyes closed in serene concentration. Dark purple smoke began swirling around her like a living storm — wrapping her, twisting, pulsing. Her breathing slowed. The energy around her thickened until the air itself vibrated.
Josephine was absorbing her power.
The ancient energy of Zephyria.
Down the corridor, the family gathered for breakfast when a sudden pulse of dark energy shook the ground. Cups rattled. The chandeliers flickered.
"XAVI!" Queen Olyida gasped, her voice trembling.
Xavi's eyes widened. Without a word, he vanished from his bed in a flash of speed — a blur of dark light racing down the grand staircase. He stopped when he saw her.
His Queen.
Floating.
Shrouded in purple fire and smoke.
"Josephine…" he whispered, fear and awe mixing in his tone. "Kara!"
Kara appeared instantly — faster than light, her aura blazing. Her eyes widened as she saw Josephine crying blood. Thick crimson tears rolled down her cheeks as her eyes opened — glowing pure black like endless voids.
The Guardians appeared one by one, surrounding the hall. Their presence filled the air with the sound of ancient echoes.
Josephine was still floating — but now she began hearing voices.
Whispers of souls.
People crying.
The throne of bones — Zephyria.
Countless voices screamed inside her head, echoing through her mind, and Josephine clutched her head in agony as the blood from her eyes dripped faster.
And then—
The crowd of Zephyria descended upon her — spirits of the lost kingdom, swirling around her like a storm of light and ash.
Her feet touched the air as she rose higher, her bleeding eyes glowing fiercely.
"The Queen of Zephyria…" the Guardians whispered in unison.
And then, they began to chant.
Soft whispers that built into a storm:
From ashes I rise, from silence I scream,
The crown of the lost, the end of the dream.
Shadows remember the blood that I gave,
The light that I shattered, the souls I couldn't save.
Hear me, O night, hear my broken vow,
The chains are undone — I am free now.
Flames of the fallen, awaken, ignite,
Tear through the heavens, unseal the light.
I am the storm, the ruin, the fire,
Born of wrath, of love, of desire.
The gods shall tremble, the stars shall weep,
For the Queen of the Cursed has awakened from sleep.
As the last word echoed, Eryndor stepped forward.
"All bow to Queen Josephine!"
The Guardians fell to their knees, and the royal family too — their heads bowed low.
But the gang… stood confused.
"Xavi, are you bowing to your wife?" Kaan demanded, incredulous. "She's just a kid!"
"No," Xavi said darkly, his eyes fixed on Josephine. "She's not just anyone."
Kara glared at Kaan. "Shut up."
"Why should he?" Hallie snapped back.
Then suddenly—
Josephine's gaze turned to them.
Her black eyes glimmered with divine fury. She raised her hand and squeezed it tight.
The Blood Reign Syndicate all fell to their knees, their bodies forced down by invisible power. Even the Guardians bowed lower, trembling under her energy. Outside, the sky turned purple, thunder rolling through the heavens.
Josephine floated higher — her gown shifting in a blaze of light. In an instant, her simple dress transformed into royal attire — a majestic robe of red velvet and black silk. On her head appeared a dark red ornate headpiece, glowing faintly with runes. Her body markings burned bright — visible everywhere except her face.
Kara whispered, "Josephine needs to sit on the throne. Zephyria is dead… she must bring it back."
Aradia appeared beside her, her eyes sorrowful. "After the night of the Purple Moon, she will be fine. Then… she will sit on the throne."
And just like that — they disappeared.
Josephine's body went limp.
She fell.
"Josephine!" Xavi shouted, catching her midair. Her body was cold — far too cold. He rushed her to the sacred pool, submerging her gently as the waters began to glow.
The gang stared in horror.
"What the BLOOD FUCK just happened?!" Akira gasped, clutching his chest.
Xoni began to laugh softly, shaking his head. "The Guardians said you should all bow… but no. You were too proud, too prideful. Now you've seen."
Anesthesia knelt beside Josephine, covering her with a silk cloth and rubbing her head gently.
It was November now. The air outside was sharp and cold. Josephine's signs — her marks — were growing stronger, spreading over her body. Her energy became unstable. Xavi carried her back to their chamber, cradling her as she rested against him.
Adris floated near the window, holding his bottle of milk and staring out quietly. His small body hovered a few inches above the ground.
"Adris?" Xoni said softly.
The boy turned, smiling brightly. "Hello!" he chirped in his sweet, innocent voice.
When he saw Josephine, his smile faded. He floated toward her quickly.
"Mama?" he said, tapping her face softly. "Mama, wake up."
"Ouch!" she murmured weakly.
"Sorry, love," Xavi whispered, kissing her forehead.
Lyra entered the room, setting glowing orbs around the bed. The orbs hummed, transferring soft streams of energy into Josephine's veins. Medicines floated gently into her bloodstream. Slowly, she opened her eyes — her breathing steadying.
"Are you okay?" Xoni asked carefully.
Josephine stared at them, and suddenly tears welled in her eyes. She began crying — heavily, painfully.
"Why are you crying?" Kara's voice whispered inside her mind.
Josephine's voice echoed back telepathically, trembling:
"I AM VERY HUNGRY!"she said in her mind
Kara blinked. "Oh."
Xavi exhaled and chuckled softly. "Alright, we'll get you food."
He lifted her gently and carried her into the kitchen, placing her on the counter. Adris followed, floating close. Josephine lifted him onto her lap, hugging him tight.
They both watched as Xavi began cooking — fire swirling around his hands, food ingredients dancing midair. The most powerful King in the world, making breakfast for his son and wife.
Josephine smiled softly, speaking in her mind again.
"Aww… the most dangerous King is cooking. How sweet."
Xavi turned and kissed her, smiling. She laughed — light and genuine.
A year and a half passed.
Josephine had become the most successful student in the academy — her power unmatched, her knowledge revered. Xavi remained the most mighty King, feared and respected across every land. He led the War of Four Kingdoms, crushed every ruler, and replaced them with his chosen ones.
Their son, Adris, was turning two years old.
Josephine was busy preparing for his birthday, decorating the castle halls with her magic. Before Xavi left for a council meeting, she gave him a playful but firm warning:
"If you're not there for his birthday, I'll break your legs."
He had smiled — but her worsening health worried him deeply.
That morning, a letter arrived. The royal messenger bowed low and handed it to Queen Olyida.
She read it aloud:
"Her Majesty, the Grandmother of King Xavi, will arrive with the entire royal family soon."
Queen Olyida folded the letter.
"Let's get ready, then," she said.
And so, preparations began once again — for the reunion that would shake the kingdom.
Meanwhile, news spread through the lands:
Noah had become King. Tess, his Queen.
Callum and Nyx were married.
And Raden and Piere too, bound by fate and love.
But above them all…
The true Queen — the Silent Queen — rested, her power sleeping deep within.
For the night of the Purple Moon was coming.
And with it… Zephyria would rise again.