Semua Bab Ruthless King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Do these scumbags secretly want to be on a list of people to die?" His thoughts provoked a snarl from deep within him. The nobles kneeled before the king, their postures exuding deference and respect. Yet, beneath the surface, their motivations were far from pure. They sought to ingratiate themselves with the monarch, hoping to secure a coveted position for their daughters or sisters as queens. He maintained a stoic demeanor as their conversation persisted. The regal figure of the King remained composed as he sat at the head of the room, intently listening to the words being spoken. His attention waned as the conversation continued, particularly when the topic turned to his cherished love. "Her incapacity to fulfill the duties and responsibilities befitting a queen is evident. We must permit our King to take concubines or wives!" Those words were uttered by Marquess Kriza Cartagenas. The courtiers were oblivious to the subtle nuances of the king's countenance. Gritting his teeth,

"Mom! Emaline shouted. "Oh' God! Emaline! My child! You are well and safe!” The sound of her mother's voice yelling was audible to Emaline. Alaric was reluctant to release Emaline's hands, but she had already let go of the king's. Dismay filled Alaric's countenance, yet he acquiesced to the wishes of his beloved. He released his grip, yet his unwavering support for her persisted. The woman remained oblivious to her destination, having never laid eyes on it before. Despite her intense desire for the moment to arrive, the woman found herself unable to act upon it, even as she and her beloved were alone in body, mind, and spirit. The occurrence of such an event is highly improbable. "Mom!" Emaline called her mother like a child. Despite being bound, the woman remained poised, eagerly anticipating her daughter's arrival. As she finally arrived in the warm embrace of her mother, she clung to her tightly, unwilling to release her cherished parent. The King himself was taken aback, for

"Emaline!" A piercing scream escaped Alaric's lips as he beheld his beloved one, unconscious and convulsing, while he contended with the renegade vampires who had submitted to their faction. The man found himself unable to release Emaline from his grasp, for she clung to his arms with fierce determination. As they approached the prison gates, she suddenly lost consciousness. Without a moment's hesitation, Alaric gently tapped the rosy cheeks of his beloved to assess her condition. "Goodness gracious," he muttered under his breath. He uttered the name Horacio. “Watch out for these leeches!" Make certain that they are taken care of!” Alaric instructed his butler, With swift and practiced movements, Horacio executed his master's commands. With a sense of urgency, Alaric made his way to the entrance of the prison and swiftly retraced his steps back to his quarters. The matter of their sleeping arrangements with the woman had not yet been broached. He relinquishes the decision-making t

"I regret to inform you that my name is not Ophelia," she said with a hint of apology in her voice. Emaline introduced herself to the child, gently extricating herself from the tight embrace. "I am an only child," she informed the young one. The child eagerly shook her head, even though she couldn't see her. "No! Ophelia!" she exclaimed, "it is you! You are my younger sibling!" The young girl muttered with a tinge of anger directed at her. Emaline was left in a state of bewilderment as she tried to comprehend the child's words. It was particularly perplexing for her, given that she was older than the child and had never experienced having a sibling. Her mother had been facing difficulties conceiving again, which only added to Emaline's confusion. Emaline gently touched the little girl's face. Emaline empathizes with the child's plight, recognizing the immense difficulty that comes with losing one's parents or family. Her heart aches for the child, and she finds solace in the notio

As Emaline drifted off to sleep, her mind was consumed with worry. Little did she know that the act of falling in love with Alaric would be the key to unlocking her vision. Once more, she succumbed to slumber, drifting off into a world of reverie and introspection. "Do you not desire my presence, my beloved?" Before, Emaline had been unable to discern the man's visage, but now it was strikingly distinct. In the depths of her slumber, his striking countenance materialized before her. The dilation of her pupils was evident, a physical manifestation of her heightened state of arousal. Her mind reeled as she was overcome with surprise. The man's striking appearance surprised Emaline. The woman had beheld him in her dreams, yet she had not anticipated his godly appearance. "I -I," Her voice was silenced, leaving her unable to utter a single word. Emaline lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on Alaric. For three days, they remained silent, as she was overwhelmed by the revelations she had unc