Hi, loved the book Red Queen! Just a few questions though, for clarification! :) I thought it seemed strange and a bit out of character for Cal to hold feelings and even make moves on Mare? I pictured him as more honorable, knowing that Mare was betrothed to his brother and seeing Maven seemingly develop feelings for Mare. Also the romance seemed almost forced and too quick when there seemed to be no reason or interactions before the kiss that indicated any love, just small admiration and chats.
I think a lot of Cal’s motivation comes from the fact that he’s done what he was supposed to do his entire life, and is starting to feel the strain of it. And on the character flaws side, he’s a guy who is used to getting what he wants either through perseverance or it being given. And he is a hormonal teenage boy on the edge of the biggest step of his life. It boils over.
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actually crying because first he had to fight with cal over mare and now himself 😂 and ofc he would try to take his place
this is well written and in character, love it ❤
Mareven Scrap Idea
Maven after his death, falls into a limbo which is in a form of an alternate reality. Where he finds an version of him marrying Mare. No one could see him, hear him, only his otherself could:
He was stunned to say the least. Watching from a safe distance, aother version of him gently smiling at Mare, with his hand outstretched, luring her to the alter.
The other Maven couldn't take his eyes of her.
Maven can't blame him, Mare looked exquisite in her wedding gown, even the silver paint didn't damper her beauty.
Maven moved, needing a better look at both of them. Watching Mare move with fluid grace, yet her eyes were a storm of emotions. Fear, doubt but, as her eyes settle of the other Maven, it sparked with hope.
He was quiet for a while, as a distant memory passed through him. His Mare used to look at him like that as well, before all the horrors him and his mother put her through.
But this Mare looked at his other self with more than just hope. Love. Admiration. Trust.
He watched as his other self held Mare's hand. He expected her to pull away, grimace and even spit in his face.
Instead, she held his fingers tightly.
He felt a stab of jealousy. She looked at him the way he always wanted her to. Her love for her only friend, her companion, the ancher that kept her grounded in this sea of Silver.
Maven couldn't take it. He wanted to rip those two apart. He wanted to warn them. He wanted to yell at himself. He wanted Mare to end him again. All his emotions pulling him in different directions, but all he could do was watch and wait.
So he waited in the dark. Under the balcony of his and Mare's room.
"Those two sure are taking their time." He mumbled bitterly. Thinking how ridiculous this situation was.
Then he heard the door open. He considered waiting to see if its safe, but then realized no one could see him. He only hid to give them some privacy.
So he walked out of the shadows, as he turned to look at the balcony, hoping to see Mare in her nightgown bathed in moonlight, only to be greeted by himself looking down on him, his pale hand gripping the railing.
They both stared at each other for a moment.
Then the other Maven flicked his bracelet, summoning a ball of fire to illuminate them both.
"So I wasn't seeing things." The other Maven murmured. Blue eyes staring daggers at him.
Maven only signed, not bothered by his own fire aimed at him. "Ah". He tilted his head to the side. "So I wasn't as invisible as I thought I was."
Other Maven only looked annoyed and insulted. "Is this a joke? Another crude prank by a bloodhealer?" His words rushed as his face starts to flush silver. "And to do this on my wedding night!"
Maven opened his mouth to correct himself. "Well-"
"As much as you managed to look quite similar to me. You are far too thin, too gaunt and too poorly dressed to pass as a Nortan Prince." His other self hissed through his teeth.
Bastard. Maven for a moment wanted to throw a fireball at himself or better yet, his Mare wielding a letter opener.
He only scoffed and countered. "You are correct. I am no Nortan Prince. Most of my subjects address me as 'Your Highness' and all know me as King Maven Calore of House Merandus."
Other Maven's face contours into anger and even pity. "You deluded fool."
Throwing a fireball at him, only for it pass through his chest. It didn't hurt, but it did tickle.
His other self frowned puzzled, his posture becoming tense.
Maven chuckled, his voice sounding too smug, considering his current state. "And this fool, ruled over Norta and ended the 100 year War with the Lakelanders."
The other Maven looked at him again, observing him. From his pale, gaunt face to his plain clothing.
Other Maven raised his brow, his mouth lifting in a scowl. "Am I suppose to envy you?"
Maven only looked past his other's shoulder, peering into the dimly lit room.
He could picture Mare peacefully sleeping in their bed. Her brown waves spread around her like a dark halo and her lovely face pressed against the pillows. He could sense the cool, midnight air around them. She must be freezing.
"No." His voice soft, almost a whisper. "But I do envy you."
Then take it. A small voice in his head whispered to him. The small remnants of his mother's gift.
Those three simple words gave clarity to his jumbled mind.
He did took his perfect brother's birthright. Stole the crown that was never ment to graze his brow and ruled Norta for months.
By some miracle, he felt his heart beat fast in his chest, as he thought of a plan, a purpose.
Maven's musing was cut short when he heard the familiar sound of grinding teeth.
He looked back at his other self. Teeth bare, eyes filled with wrath. Maven could sense the waves of heat radiating from him. It seems he read his thoughts.
"Don't you dare." The other Maven flicked his bracelet, blue flame running up his arm burning his sleeves.
Maven glanced at the raging flames. Unimpressed by his other's poor attempt of a threat. They both know its not their flames that made others fear them. Yet the determination in his eyes, made it perfectly clear. He will not make it easy.
No matter. He has decided. He will steal this life.
Tagging: @vrana-s @mavenne cause Maven's Roman Empire is marrying Mare
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