In morana

"King of Neela, or should I say, King...?

"I'm King Ryker of Neela," Carl declared, his gaze fixed on Zara all the while.

'He's the so-called king of Neela,' King Luther pondered, and for some reason, he felt like the masked king was familiar, but he shrugged and walked toward Carl, while Myla followed suit.

"King Ryker of Neela, it's a pleasure to meet you," King Luther muttered, studying the man in front of him.

"The pleasure is mine, King Luther," Carl retorted, tilting his gaze to King Luther.

A scowl appeared on his face, and his fist curled into a ball as the image of his people replayed in his head.

Carl wanted nothing more than to slit king Luther's throat there and then, but he knew the consequences of doing so. However, it was not the right time.

"King Ryker, this is my daughter Myla," King Luther pointed to Myla, who walked seductively toward Carl with a huge smile on her face

Although the man in front of her was wearing a mask, she knew that he was handsome, seeing as he