The Throne of Swapped Desire : CHAPTER 6
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The horrible truth was still ringing in my ears. The Three-Eyed Raven wasn’t coming. That crazy chick from the void had completely hijacked the system. She had stolen the King’s body for herself—giving herself all the power, the guards, the kingdom—and shoved my soul into Margaery Tyrell. I was completely cut off, stuck in a light-blue silk nightgown, staring at a gorgeous reflection I didn't want, and forced to play the delicate, obedient bride to a psychotic girl with a god complex.

I stood frozen in the middle of the opulent bedroom, my soft hands balled into completely useless fists.

The fabric of the nightgown stuck to every curve of this new body, a constant, humiliating reminder of how weak and small I was under her eyes.

I had been totally outplayed.

The Raven wasn’t coming.

She had the male body. And I was trapped in this dress, completely cut off, and forced to be her bride.

Joffrey—no, the crazy bitch wearing Joffrey—kept staring at me with that smug little smirk. He leaned against the bedpost like he owned the whole room, one ankle crossed over the other, examining his fingernails again like this was the most boring inconvenience of his life.

“You should see your face right now,” she said in that high, boyish voice that still somehow sounded like a mean girl from high school. “All big brown eyes and soft little lips. Adorable. And completely fucked.”

I clenched my fists. The movement made the thin silk nightgown shift across my chest. Both soft, heavy tits bounced under the fabric and I hated how aware of them I suddenly was.

“Shut up,” I snapped. The sweet, musical voice that came out of my mouth ruined it. “You think this is funny? Put me back. Or put me in anyone else. I don’t care. Just get me out of this body.”Suddenly Joffrey froze.

His eyes snapped upward, staring at nothing in the corner of the ceiling. The lazy, dramatic posture vanished. His whole body went stiff like someone had just called his name from very far away.

“What?” I snapped. “What the hell are you looking at?”

She held up one finger, shushing me, eyes already sparkling with pure malicious delight. Then she cleared her throat, rolled her shoulders back, and dropped her voice into the most …