He watched in horror as she sank her fangs into his mother's neck. The one who takes the last drop of blood from his mother will become a living statue. He tried to cry out to stop her but the words stuck to the back of his throat. He knew that his mother's reign of tyranny could not be allowed to fruition a second time. He also knew that try as he might Maharet would end up being the one to snuff out the kindling fire of his mother's rule. His mother had cost Maharet everything and it was only fitting that Maharet was the Queen's end. His heart plummeted to the bottom of his stomach as he watched his mate turn to stone. He slowly walked up to her and gently placed a hand upon hers. "Do not fear my love. I will be here when you decide to wake." Marious promised to take care of her and call for him when she did wake. No matter how long it took.