The stone walls of the throne room trembled beneath his roar. Another chalice shattered against the marble floor, crimson wine bleeding like spilled blood across the veins of the palace. Servants scurried like mice into the shadows, too wise to linger. The Lycan King Aries remained on his feet, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving with fury. “I told them I didn’t want another Ceremony.” High Chancellor Theron flinched but didn’t retreat. Of all the the servants and people in the palace, he alone still dared speak to the King when his temper burned. “It is law, Your Majesty. The elders—” “Let them rot.” Aries turned sharply, his bright purple eyes flashing in the firelight. “What has their law given me? Ten long years of paraded girls, empty vows, and broken promises. Ten long years of wasted time. And for what?” Theron’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Hope, sire.” The King laughed. A low, bitter sound that echoed like thunder. “Hope is for men with something to lo
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