*Xander*
Fire was burning behind Lena's eyes, and it wasn't the reflection of the sunset turning her pale gray irises a fiery red, no. Poor Charlie. He looked utterly confused at her sudden wrath. She looked exquisite in her blood red gown, but with her cheeks and eyes flaming, she looked more like a demon born from ash and embers than a regal princess.
“Lena, let's just take a step back–" I tried to say, but her gaze flicked to me, her mouth pulling at the corners to form a tight line.
“What the hell are you talking about, Charlie?" she snapped.
Charlie arched his brow, shifting his weight as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Mom isn't going to be a White Queen–"
“But she is a White Queen!"
Lena looked incredibly young at the moment. She was ready to start stomping her
