King VulcanI heard them before I saw them, and even though I was expecting them I still mentally cringed at Helga’s voice and the way she speaks to my staff. Bracing myself for her approach I wish Emerald was with me. I can feel her emotions, they keep floating between shock and humour. Helga’s hand runs down my arm, making my skin crawl. I just look at it as she leaves it on my arm, I shrug it off much to her annoyance. Ivar smirks at me “So, the great King Vulcan, where is this new Queen we are all desperate to meet?” He asks, allowing the disgust to be heard in his voice. My aura starts to increase with my anger, “Mind your words, Ivar, I won't take any disrespect when it comes to my Queen” I growl at him, feeling satisfied when he pales and flinches from my aura pressing down on him. “Oh, come on now Vulcan, we are all old friends here. Although I did hear she was a wolf” Helga says, she curls her lip over her teeth as she says the word wolf while looking at Emerald's family. I
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