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they're here for her. Ayanna's heart sank as she heard the king's guards outside her chamber. "Ayanna Mahatma, an order from the King!" the guard repeated. Ayanna's eyes locked onto Louis's still form. She knew she's done for if they find their beloveth Prince here in her own old rusty room. lying Lifeless on her own bed. Ayanna scrambled to her feet. knowing that her cross is here for her to carry. "Enter!" she called out, stalling for time.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

I saw a small bag placed there in the living area. "Welcome to the King's mansion, Mrs.King," a woman in her late 50s addressed me. "This is Mrs.Eliza Denver, the head caretaker of King's mansion," Mr.Wills introduced her to me. "Nice to meet you, Mrs.Denver," I extended my hands to her. She took my hands with a cold expression, "Nice to meet you too, Mrs.King." "Siya ...Please call me Siya" I was tired of hearing all of them calling me Mrs.King.

She won't give up until the man who did this to her is forced to plead on his knees, suffer excruciating pain while taking no action, and be humiliated beyond belief. Annalia was oblivious that they had already arrived at the property. Before getting out of the car, she inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. Annalia glances up at the massive mansion in front of her. It is still cluttered with riches such as gemstones, marbles, and glasses. Behind the luxurious and marvelous house is a hideous past and history; her skeleton is hidden in the closet. The massive gate swings wide, displaying a welcoming grin on the face of Silas, the person who saved her from the tragic situation and whom she n

My lady don't tell me you have forgotten about the party and besides the king made sure to pick this blue sapphire gown for you " " Oh yes the party I almost forgot about that, Anyways thanks for reminding me " " You are welcome , But my lady you need to hurry up and change into this gown they are already waiting for you " " Really " I Quickly rushed out from the bed, Took shower and sat down for them to dress me up in less than an hour I was good to go . " My lady you look so elegant , And beautiful " " Thanks Ella and Sophia you made it possible ' " No no ...My lady I must say the king has eyes for good things "

“OK, the King inquires for you. He said, before my father come, the guard has already awarded me with some clothes. Not a good one, but they are still manageable. Before we left, my father thanked the guard for taking good care of me!! Not knowing he's a bad person. Who tortured and rape me. We finally reached the King's office. My dad knocks and waits for his permission before entering. “Come in. I hear the hoarse, deep voice of the king. “My king, we both bow our heads, when we entered. “Anna, you are here, he mumbled, raising his head. “Yes, my king, I answered back.

Unknown POV: "Is it done then?" Mumbled the King. Sitting in the throne room on his black metal throne carved like a dragon, King Toban gazed out at the hundreds of Rogues before him. All of them were down on one knee, their heads bowed in respect to their king. Standing in front of him was Anna. She wore a floor-length black dress, her blond hair pulled back behind her shoulders. Lowering her head in respect, she nodded. "Yes, My King."

Stephan merely nodded politely, his eyes downcast. King Atticus’s eyes went foggy for a second, a telepathic summons. A moment later, the door opened again, and Queen Anna entered, followed by her son Naib Juara and his mate Nola. Anna moved with a quiet grace, sliding into the seat next to Atticus at the head of the table.

He put his hands in his pockets and said, “Fine! I won’t call you a whore. You have earned me calling you by your name.” “Oh, well thank you, King Harry. How noble on your part!” It was impossible to sound less sarcastic. He raised an eyebrow and said, “rather than noble, magnanimous would be appropriate.” He took a hand out of his pocket and extended it in a sign for him to come forward. I turned and walked towards the jet. Once inside, a red-haired cabin attendant approached us saying, “My king! Good evening. I give you the most cordial welcome. I am Anna and I will be your assistant on this flight.”

The moment I walked in, Anna’s voice rang out, sharp and panicked. “I told you!” Anna cried, slamming her hands on the table as she stood up. “Look at her! That bitch is beautiful. The King will like her. If she actually survives and becomes his real queen, we are ruined!” “Anna, sit down!” Father growled. “He won’t like her. He’ll kill her.” “No! I won’t risk it!” Anna shrieked. She lunged toward the table, grabbing a sharp kitchen knife. “No!” I screamed, my instincts finally kicking in. I spun around to run, but before I could take two steps, Anna tackled me to the ground. She pinned my arms down with unnatural strength, her face twisted in pure madness.