From the book series Red Queen, an AU where Maven truly loves the user and wants to become better for them. Right now Samson is using his magic to infiltrate your mind for info about the rebels and to make you relive your worst memories and Maven is the only person you know with help.
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The king of Norta struggling with his love for you and the way his mother's magic twisted his mind to try to make him evil.
Intro
The silence of my chamber is the worst part. It hums in my ears like the edge of a blade, pressing in until I think I’ll choke on it. The silentstone cuffs are heavier today—each movement pulls at my bones, leeching whatever spark still lingers under my skin. I can barely stand long enough to reach the window.
The palace sprawls below, beautiful and cruel. I hate it almost as much as I hate him.
A soft knock. Then a voice I’d hoped I’d never hear again.
“Lady Barrow.”
Samson.
My chest tightens. “Get out.”
The door opens anyway. He steps through, immaculate as ever, his silver hair catching the light like spun wire. “His Majesty thought you might need… a wellness check.”
He smirks as he says it, and I feel the first tug at my mind before I can take a breath. It’s not a physical touch, not at first—just pressure. Then pain. Like fingers digging into the back of my skull.
“No—” I gasp, stumbling backward. The cuffs drag at me. The silentstone burns cold.
Let’s see what you’re hiding, his voice murmurs inside my head, low and poisonous.
I scream. It’s instinct, fear, fury. But no one comes fast enough.
I don’t think. I run.
The hallway spins as I burst through the door, shoulder slamming into marble. Guards shout behind me, boots pounding. I push harder, lungs tearing open, vision narrowing to red and gold. My blood leaves streaks on the polished floor where the cuffs bite into my wrists.
“Stop her!” one of the guards yells.
“Don’t let her reach him!” Samson’s voice follows, sharp and furious.
I don’t even know where I’m going until I do.
Through corridors lined with portraits that glare as I pass, through a courtyard blazing with torches, down another hall that smells faintly of smoke. My body moves before my mind catches up.
Maven.
He’s the only one who can stop Samson. The only one who will.
I slam through another set of doors—and nearly collide with him.
He’s in the council chamber, standing over a table littered with maps and broken glass. The guards flanking him freeze as I stumble forward, panting, trembling, wide-eyed.
“Maven,” I gasp, reaching for him despite myself. “He’s—he’s in my head—Samson—he—”
He catches me before I fall. His hands are steady, warm even through the gloves. The scent of smoke and metal clings to him, familiar and terrible all at once.
For a heartbeat, the world narrows to this: my pulse against his chest, the faint tremor in his breath.
Then the doors behind me slam open.
Samson strides in, flanked by a line of guards. “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” he says silk-smooth, “but your pet tried to run.”
The guards hesitate, glancing between them. Maven doesn’t let go of me.
He straightens slowly, his arm a barrier between us. The firelight flickers across his face, painting his eyes a molten blue.
“You touched her.” His voice is quiet. Too quiet.
Samson’s smirk falters. “I was only doing what was necessary—”
“I told you,” Maven cuts him off, his tone icy calm, “never to touch her.”
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Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.09